Chapter 399 Hold Yu

Although she wasn't fully conscious when she gave birth to her first child, she vaguely remembered that the child was silent and that the atmosphere in the room was very strange at the time.

The old woman's tone, Qiu Lan's reaction, and even Wen Zhiming's expression all proved that Huaiqian was in a bad state.

Although she didn't want to think negatively, she had a strong premonition.

Seeing Wen Zhiming constantly changing the subject and avoiding mentioning the two children, her suspicions were confirmed.

"My wife..."

Wen Zhiming knew he couldn't hide this from her, but he wanted to delay as long as possible, at least until Meng Lingge was feeling better, before telling her.

But the reason I had prepared just wouldn't come out.

The child is so young and needs to be buried as soon as possible. If the truth isn't revealed now, Meng Lingge won't even have a chance to see the child.

Although Huaiqian left this world before he could even see it one last time, he was still the child Meng Lingge had carried for ten months.

Wen Zhiming held Meng Lingge in his arms and sighed deeply after a long while.

Although he didn't say it, that sigh said it all.

"I understand." Meng Lingge's voice was frighteningly calm.

"Your Majesty, let me see Huaiqian one last time. The people from the Imperial Household Department are still waiting, aren't they? After I've seen him, I'll arrange for Huaiqian's burial."

As mother and child, Huaiqian had been in her womb for ten months; she should at least see what her child looked like.

Seeing that she was not overwhelmed with grief, but her eyes were filled with sorrow, Wen Zhiming felt even more heartache.

He gently patted Meng Lingge's shoulder, stepped towards the door, and gave her a few instructions.

Soon, Xia Zi and Qiu Lan each brought a child to the bedside.

The baby in Xia Zi's arms was wrapped in a gray blanket, while the baby in Qiu Lan's arms was wrapped in a red blanket.

Meng Lingge beckoned to Xia Zi, who then stepped forward and gently placed the child in Meng Lingge's arms.

Meng Lingge carefully took the child, hugging him with one arm and holding the child's little hand with the other.

The child had been silent for a long time, but they were extremely gentle and careful, as if afraid of hurting him or waking him.

Meng Lingge even pressed her face against the child's little face.

This scene broke everyone's heart.

Fearing that Meng Lingge was too upset, Wen Zhiming stepped forward, took the child from her, and had Xia Zi take him out.

Meng Lingge sat there blankly, her mind still filled with Huaiqian's image.

Huaiqian's eyebrows resemble Wen Zhimo's, and his mouth resembles hers. If he could open his eyes, he would definitely be a handsome and cute little boy.

Unfortunately, he will never be able to open his eyes again.

"Your Majesty, the little princess has woken up. You must think about her. Look how beautiful she is, she looks just like you."

Qiu Lan knew Wen Zhiming's intention in asking her to bring the little princess over. Seeing Meng Lingge's distraught appearance, she quickly took the child from her arms and placed her in front of Meng Lingge.

Meng Lingge felt a sense of resistance, afraid to see Woyu, and even more saddened by Huaiqian.

But I couldn't help but glance at it, and once I did, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

The little princess, with her pink and tender face, looked over with bewildered eyes, instantly capturing her heart.

Qiu Lan wasn't lying to her; the little guy really was very good-looking.

Newborn babies are usually purple and wrinkled, so it's rare to see one as pink and delicate as Woyu, who is only a dozen hours old.

Meng Lingge felt ashamed of her earlier thoughts. Huaiqian's death was due to her own lack of caution and care, and even more so to the despicable and shameless perpetrator behind the scenes. It had nothing to do with little Woyu.

How could she, because of her heartbreak, disregard the preciousness of Yu?

Woyu lost her brother for no reason, and as her mother, she should feel even more heartache and pity for her.

Thinking of this, his gaze softened, and he asked softly.

"Have you breastfed yet?"

"She was fed by the wet nurse half an hour ago. The little princess is so smart. She was crying and fussing just now, but when I brought her to see you, she knew she was seeing her mother and has been very well-behaved. She is also very obedient in your arms."

Seeing that Meng Lingge's complexion had improved and that she was showing maternal love for the little princess, Qiu Lan and Wen Zhiming were finally relieved.

Newborn babies wake up quickly and fall asleep quickly.

Meng Lingge was reluctant to let go, but the little princess fell asleep.

Wen Zhiming stepped forward to offer his advice.

"It's too late, let Woyu go and rest. You've exhausted yourself today and need to get some rest too."

Meng Lingge nodded and reluctantly handed the child over to Qiu Lan.

Watching Qiu Lan carry Wo Yu away, Meng Lingge leaned against Wen Zhiming's chest and said softly.

I'm hungry.

Today she went to the wedding banquet. Apart from eating something at the Prince Zhong's Mansion, she only drank some sugar water and porridge during childbirth, and her stomach was already empty.

It's just that I was worried about Huaiqian and couldn't eat.

Now that she knows Huaiqian's situation, any further worrying is futile.

The more severely her body was damaged, the more she lost her appetite, which only pleased those who harmed her.

Moreover, if she doesn't recover her health quickly, how will she have the energy to deal with the person who killed Huaiqian?

Where would they find the resources to protect Woyu as she grows up?

When Wen Zhiming saw that Meng Lingge had taken the initiative to speak and was willing to eat, he knew that she had come to a decision.

His wife has always been very clear-headed. She will not be discouraged by what has already happened, but will rationally and decisively plan for the future.

"I'll send someone to bring the food over."

Wen Zhiming gave the order, and soon a maid came with a tray containing postpartum nourishing foods, prepared strictly according to the imperial physician's instructions for the new mother's diet.

It wasn't quite to Meng Lingge's liking, but she didn't complain or object at all, and stuffed the food into her stomach in big mouthfuls.

She's not enjoying the food right now; she needs to fill her stomach quickly and get her body in good shape.

Knowing that Wen Zhiming probably hadn't eaten much all day, she persuaded him to join her, and the two of them finished off several bowls of food.

After they finished eating, Meng Lingge said to Wen Zhiming, "You can stay in your own bedroom for the next month."

Although the canopy bed is large, the little princess in the next room is noisy, and the room won't smell very good during her postpartum period. Wen Zhiming will also be busy with court affairs during the day, so he definitely won't be able to rest well here.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhiming took a quilt from the wardrobe and spread it outside the canopy bed.

“I’m a restless sleeper and I’m afraid I might accidentally touch your wound, so I had the maid prepare an extra blanket. I’ll be sleeping here this month. You can call me immediately if you need anything. I’ll feel more at ease sleeping next to you.”

Wen Zhiming lay down on the bedding he had made and reached out to take Meng Lingge's hand.

"My wife, please don't send me away. I was terrified today. What would I do if something happened to you? Huaiqian is gone. Only we can heal each other's wounds. Let me stay and take care of you. It will make me feel better, okay?"

Meng Lingge's words of advice stuck in her throat, and she could no longer speak.

Although she wanted Wen Zhiming to return to his own palace for his sake, she would still feel sad if he really left.

The couple, one on the bed and the other on the floor, held hands tightly, offering each other strength and comfort.