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"Quickly, hot water, quick!"

"The ginseng soup is here! The ginseng soup is here!"

"Your Highness, we can see the little prince's head! Please push harder..."

Nan Qing had just been squeezed when she heard this noisy commotion.

"Xiao Ba, did you have to pick such a perfect time?!"

That's right, she just arrived and encountered her own birth. She's only just sprouted a head, and all she sees is a blurry bloody color.

She could feel hands carefully supporting her head, and her body being slowly pushed outward by a force.

Nan Qing: "......"

Xiao Ba: "......"

[Host, you said you wanted something more fun...]

It insists that its logic is flawless; isn't that hilarious?

Meanwhile, outside the palace.

The celestial phenomena suddenly changed, and auspicious purple clouds appeared in the east.

The once clear and cloudless sky suddenly became filled with swirling clouds and bursts of brilliant light.

Emperor Wu Jing of Wei, who was pacing anxiously, suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky.

Suddenly, a phantom image of a dragon and a phoenix appeared above the palace in front of them. The dragon had sharp scales and claws, and the phoenix had a trailing tail.

"Your Majesty!" The head eunuch, Li Deming, immediately knelt down, his voice trembling with excitement: "This...this is an auspicious sign!"

Fifth Jing stood with his hands behind his back, watching the auspicious cloud that was still spreading, and felt a sense of peace in his heart.

Suddenly, several birds landed on the eaves. At first, there were only a few scattered birds, but gradually, the birdsong became more and more frequent and louder.

On the eaves, on the vermilion palace walls, and in mid-air, kingfishers with red collars and blue feathers, magpies with snow-white necks and black wings, golden finches, thrushes, larks... and even a few rare red-crowned cranes, stood gracefully on the glazed tiles, stretching their necks and calling out.

Birds flock to pay homage, their melodious songs lingering around the beams.

At this time.

A clear, loud cry of a newborn baby came from inside the hall.

In an instant, all the birds fell silent and bowed their heads deeply towards the main hall, as if in worship.

After a moment of silence, all the birds sang together again, their voices echoing through the heavens.

The tightly closed palace doors suddenly swung open, and the head maidservant rushed out, knelt before the steps, and loudly proclaimed:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations on the birth of a princess by Her Majesty the Empress!"

The palace servants and guards surrounding the palace had already knelt on the ground, exclaiming in alarm:

"Auspicious omen! It's an auspicious omen from heaven!!"

"The birth of the princess has attracted all the birds to pay homage to the phoenix; she must be blessed with great fortune!"

"May God bless our nation! May God bless our Emperor!"

...

Amidst the jubilation, Fifth Jing's gaze lingered on the palace gate for a long time before he slowly turned around.

"deliver an imperial order."

"My beloved daughter was born amidst auspicious omens, a blessing to my country. Her title is Zhaoyang."

The sun and the moon shine brightly, and the emperor’s star shines forever.

The emperor's decree was transmitted from the inner palace to the outer court, and the eunuchs' announcements echoed throughout the palace.

The ministers who rushed to the scene knelt down in front of Zhengyang Gate.

According to ancestral rules, the princess's title should be drafted by the Ministry of Rites after the full moon celebration, and then discussed by the cabinet. However, at this moment, looking at the auspicious clouds of dragons and phoenixes that had not yet dispersed in the sky, and listening to the clear cries of cranes in their ears, not a single official in the court had any objections.

The over-sixty-year-old prime minister was the first to kowtow, his forehead touching the ground, his aged voice filled with excitement:

"Congratulations on the auspicious birth of Your Majesty! May Princess Zhaoyang live a thousand years! A thousand years! A thousand thousand years!"

The hundreds of court officials kneeling behind him, along with numerous commoners rushing to the capital, echoed his words in unison, their voices deafening.

At this moment, Nan Qing, who had just been wrapped in swaddling clothes, was yawning and had no idea that Fang Tiandao had arranged such a grand welcoming ceremony for her.

Nan Qing opened her big, dark eyes, her pupils darting around as she observed her surroundings.

In this small world, her identity is the eldest princess of the Wei Kingdom, and also the only imperial heir.

The State of Wei was not large, located in the south, and its commerce flourished due to its strategic location at the crossroads of land and water, making it a medium-sized economic power.

It lived next to Rongguo and Mingguo.

The chosen one of this world is the son of the General Who Guards the Nation of Liang, who later becomes the Regent who wields great power.

Judging by the time, he should be eleven years old. The emperor is suspicious of him, his family has been destroyed, and now he should be wandering around, hiding from assassination attempts.

But a chosen one is a chosen one, and after a series of hardships, he will still become emperor.

Her encounter with the Chosen One began when she was sixteen.

At that time, Pei Linmo, the chosen one who had long controlled the entire Liang Kingdom's government, suddenly raised an army to attack various countries, intending to unify the world.

The military of Liang has always been strong, especially the Pei family army, which strikes fear into the hearts of enemy troops wherever they fight.

After the chosen one ascended to the position of regent, he became ruthless and seized all military and political power, making the Liang Kingdom even more formidable than before.

In just three years, the Liang Kingdom's iron hooves trampled across the surrounding countries.

Whether surrendered or destroyed, this continent's territory ultimately belonged to the Liang Kingdom.

This includes the State of Wei, where Nanqing resides.

Simply put, sixteen years later, she will become a princess of a fallen kingdom.

Nanqing drank the fragrant milk while communicating with Xiao Ba.

"Don't you think it would be fun if I followed the path of the chosen one and left them with nowhere to go?"

"Is it really necessary to go this far? It's not impossible, I'll talk to that old man Tiandao first."

Xiao Ba says it loves this kind of storyline, absolutely loves it!!

"It's impossible for him to be a princess of a fallen kingdom; at most, we'll leave the Liang kingdom to him."

[Host is mighty! Host is awesome!~~]

[Let's appease the host's emperor father first. Once you can walk, Little Eight will accompany the host to conquer all.]

Listening to Xiao Ba's endless grand plans, Nan Qing suddenly spit out a milk bubble with a "poof," startling the Empress, who insisted on feeding the first milk bubble herself. She quickly wiped it with a silk handkerchief, only to see the fair-skinned little princess in her arms squinting her eyes and grinning with her toothless gums.

"Hehe, what's on our son's mind? Why are you laughing so happily?"

Nan Qing can't speak yet, but she accepts her current identity very well. She keeps making "ah ah" sounds, and if she weren't wrapped up, you could definitely see her waving her arms and legs.

Fifth Jing watched the interaction between the mother and daughter, his eyes filled with doting affection, and suddenly spoke:

"Wanqing, what do you think of the name I'm going to give our daughter, Nanqing?"

Empress Nan Wanqing looked up upon hearing this, her eyes showing both joy and hesitation. She gently stroked her daughter's soft hair and said tenderly:

"Your Majesty has chosen my surname as my name, which I am naturally pleased with, but..."

As the only daughter of the emperor's tutor, she was betrothed to the then-Crown Prince, Fifth Prince, on the day she came of age.

She has been in the empress's palace for three years, but has not yet produced an heir. The memorials in the court urging the establishment of a new concubine have piled up like mountains. However, she and Emperor Wu Jing were childhood sweethearts and deeply in love. In the vast harem, she has no choice but to establish herself as empress.

Now that she has been blessed with a son, she will love him whether he is a princess or a prince.

But if he were to be named Nanqing, I'm afraid the ministers in the court would submit another memorial.

"No need to worry, our Qing'er was born with auspicious omens. I will shut those old guys up."

She had also heard about the auspicious omen from the palace servants. Thinking of it, Nan Wanqing looked down at her daughter in her arms, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and sighed softly:

"His Majesty."

"I am naturally pleased to hear of those auspicious omens, but..."

"I have no other desires, I only hope that our Qing'er can grow up happily."

Fifth Jing's eyes flickered slightly, knowing what was on her mind, and he reached out to pull his wife and daughter into his arms.

Yes, it will.

"With me here, I will make sure that you are the most carefree girl in the world."