Upon hearing the news, Zhao Jing was stunned for a long time, his mind blank.

He had always longed for a child with his partner, but when the child finally arrived, he was somewhat at a loss.

Realizing what had happened, he burst into laughter several times, forgetting even his own frail health, and picked up Jiang Tian, ​​exclaiming, "I knew it!"

Jiang Tian slapped his hand hard: "Put me down."

Zhao Jing was stunned for a moment before hurriedly putting her down: "Oh, I don't know, I, I forgot..."

Jiang Tian rolled her eyes at him and instructed him, "I need to start taking care of my pregnancy. The imperial physician said that this pregnancy will be very difficult, and I might not be able to have any other children after giving birth to this one."

Upon hearing her words, Zhao Jing's face darkened.

He summoned the imperial physician again and asked him carefully once more.

After asking the question, his face became even more gloomy.

Jiang Tian is right.

She was given medication years ago, and it took her a lot of effort to get her health back in shape, but she is still far from being a truly healthy woman.

This time, being able to conceive is already an immense blessing.

Too much of a good thing can be bad. If she wants a second child after giving birth to this one, it could endanger her life.

Zhao Jing assured Jiang Tian, ​​"One is enough. This one is enough to inherit our empire."

"With the child, I've become less involved in politics. I want you to keep my position forever. If anyone else dares to take advantage of this and have any bad intentions, don't blame me for being ruthless. I don't care who they are."

When Jiang Tian said this, a cold glint appeared in her eyes.

The two of them attending court together brought about a positive change for Jiang Tian, ​​and her authority increased.

Zhao Jing smiled and said, "I'm practically your servant now, so what are they? I gave you this position myself, and no one can take it away from you."

I believe you.

She only said those three words.

Zhao Jing's eyes were a little sore.

He had always hoped she would believe him, and after many twists and turns and a long period of time, he finally won her sincere trust.

"Trust me, I will never let you down."

Zhao Jing did it.

Over the years, the officials have grown accustomed to his occasional coughing, and the imperial physicians have examined his pulse many times, indicating that it will not affect his lifespan.

If he could live to be a hundred, he wouldn't have lived to be ninety-nine because of this disease.

The officials always held him in fear. The number of troops under his command was enough to frighten them.

Everyone was overjoyed to learn that the Empress was pregnant.

The fact that the emperor had no son was becoming a major worry for them.

Even if there are still rebel kings causing trouble outside, wise people will be able to assess the situation, and the ultimate victor will inevitably be Zhao Jing.

In this way, having an heir would make the country more stable.

For the first few months, Jiang Tian still insisted on attending court, and no one could ignore her presence.

In the later stages, her health deteriorated, and to put her at ease, Zhao Jing would read memorials to her beside her bed, and the two would discuss and review them together.

After ten months of pregnancy, Jiang Tian was finally about to give birth.

Zhao Jing inquired about every detail and eliminated all potential dangers.

He wouldn't allow anyone to harm her.

When the day of delivery arrived, Zhao Jing herself didn't know how she got through it.

By the time he realized what had happened, their daughter had already been born.

The little baby cried loudly. Zhao Jing held her and looked at Jiang Tian, ​​who had fallen into a deep sleep, his eyes slowly turning red.

The first child was a daughter, and Bai Guan didn't think much of it, even though he was disappointed, he didn't dare to show it.

After all, if you can have one child, you can have a second one; you can wait a few more years.

However, they were unaware that after Jiang Tian woke up, she had an in-depth conversation with Zhao Jing.

Her face was still pale; childbirth had taken a heavy toll on her.

But her face radiated happiness, and she seemed to be in good spirits.

“I always wanted a daughter; I need a daughter to inherit everything I’ve painstakingly planned.”

She made no attempt to conceal her ambition and plans.

Zhao Jing held the child, her eyes filled with a rare tenderness.

He had only been with his father and daughter for a short time when he sensed a strange connection between them.

This is his and Jiang Tian's bloodline, their legacy.

Thinking of this, a warm feeling welled up in his chest.

It's too difficult for a cold-blooded person to describe such a strange feeling.

But the fact that he held the child tightly already proved his love for the child.

He didn't even raise his head after hearing Jiang Tian's words; his warm gaze remained fixed on the little child.

"Whether it's a daughter or a son or a daughter, as long as they are our flesh and blood, this country belongs to them."

No matter how lenient he was with Jiang Tian, ​​as a feudal emperor, Zhao Jing still retained some unconventional yet "traditional" ideas.

At least he wouldn't think that having a daughter would mean giving up power and supporting a child from his own clan to take over.

He can even bring Jiang Tian into the imperial court, so what reason is there that he can't cultivate his own bloodline?

What's wrong with his daughter? Jiang Tian's excellence is right before his eyes. He doesn't believe that the children born to those ugly and deformed people in the clan can get even half of what his daughter has.

After he finished speaking, he saw Jiang Tian smile; her smile was genuine and gratified.

"You're not so bad as to be unbearable."

Zhao Jing didn't want to pay attention to her.

This woman treats him like a monster, what can he do?

From the moment she became pregnant, he had already thought it through: it didn't matter if it was a girl or a boy; what mattered most was that she and the baby were healthy and safe.

Their daughter weighed over eight pounds and cried loudly. At that moment, Jiang Tian was smiling and looking at him. What more could he ask for?

The officials hadn't noticed anything amiss in the previous years; they were simply shocked by the extent of Zhao Jing's affection for the princess.

Zhao Jing treated their daughters extremely well, giving them everything they wanted.

In an era where boys are generally considered more important than girls, Zhao Jing set a different example for fathers.

The princess's favoritism also led to a shift in public opinion, with more families now doting on their daughters.

These are all secondary.

Most importantly, the Emperor should consider having another son.

The officials had long since stopped advising him to take other concubines.

Because Zhao Jing found an opportunity to confess to them that he had never touched the daughter they sent in.

He consulted with the women, and for those who wanted to leave the palace, he would write a special imperial edict for them to show to their future husbands, proving their innocence.

If they don't want to leave the palace, then they can stay obediently in the harem. In return, they will never have to worry about making a living for the rest of their lives.

Upon learning that he had been putting on an act, the officials were speechless.

This emperor was truly shrewd.

When they need their help, they can even pretend to dote on their daughter.

They sent their daughters there so that they could give birth to a son or daughter and bring prosperity to the family.

But Zhao Jing didn't even touch it, let alone offer any help; he was just happy to be alive.