Yinzhen nodded in agreement: "The dark clouds and thunder disappeared after the little princess cried, which is a good omen." He looked at his daughter's delicate eyebrows and dark baby hair, smiled and gently touched her nose, "Let's name her Folgochun."

"Folgochun" means "auspicious omen" in Manchu. Qian Shengyan was very happy, but still somewhat worried: "Are we naming it now...?"

"Your Majesty and your daughter are destined for a long and blessed life." Yinzhen knew what she was worried about, so he squeezed her hand and looked at the baby in front of him with loving eyes.

His daughter.

Qian Shengyan felt sleepy after a while. She was held by Granny Hu and drank chicken soup for half the night. The fatigue belatedly surged up. She asked Yinzhen to take Hongli to eat, and then she fell asleep with her head tilted to the side.

The day after giving birth to Fuerguochun was Hongli's birthday. Qian Shengyan was worried that she wouldn't be able to manage during her postpartum confinement, so she arranged a "birthday banquet" with Qingxue and the maids who served Hongli well in advance. She also prepared the gifts well in advance and placed them on Hongli's bed so that he could see them as soon as he opened his eyes.

Sure enough, Qian Shengyan heard the sound of a child running around early in the morning. She smiled, put down the bowl of chicken soup, and looked towards the door, waiting for her son to come over.

Before Hongli even reached the door, Qian Shengyan heard Yinzhen's voice, along with the faint sounds of the father and son talking. A moment later, they left together.

Qian Shengyan: ? ? ?

Where is my lovely, chubby eldest son?

She winked at Qingxue, who then bent down and went out. A moment later, she returned with an uncontrollable smile on her face: "The prince said he wanted to give the fourth prince a pony, and the fourth prince went with the prince to choose one."

Qian Shengyan was taken aback, then laughed. She knew her son liked horses, but—could a two-year-old really ride one?

Yinzhen, with the heart of a doting father, was unwilling to back down and was trying to take her son away from her.

Just then, her younger daughter woke up and cried, so Qian Shengyan picked her up, lifted her clothes, and began to breastfeed her.

Having returned from the 21st century, she naturally knew the benefits of breastfeeding. Although there are wet nurses now, Qian Shengyan had heard that there is colostrum after childbirth, which seemed even better.

Those wet nurses only become wet nurses after their confinement period is over; it would be better if she breastfed herself for a month first.

Of course, it wasn't a pleasant thing to talk about, so Qian Shengyan could only secretly breastfeed him when Yinzhen wasn't around.

Not long after feeding her daughter, her son returned, smelling excitedly of horse manure, and tried to pounce on Qian Shengyan. Qian Shengyan couldn't stand it and had Qingxue stop him.

Hongli wasn't angry. He sat on a small stool, swinging his legs, and described his little horse to Qian Shengyan with gestures and words. When he got excited, he even imitated a horse's neigh twice.

The child's babyish voice was forced to sound like a horse neighing, making Qian Shengyan laugh so hard she couldn't stand up straight. Even Granny Hu and Qingxue smiled.

Yinzhen saw this scene as soon as he entered. He chuckled and waited for Hongli to finish imitating the horse's neigh before patting his head and saying, "Go take a bath. You smell so bad. Aren't you afraid of bothering your mother and sister?"

Hongli was still reluctant to go, but Qian Shengyan laughed and said, "Go quickly, you can have lunch after you wash up. Your mother has prepared a birthday banquet for you. Do you want to go looking so smelly?"

That's definitely not possible!

Even a two-year-old boy has his pride, so Hongli immediately ran back to his bedroom, shouting that he wanted to take a bath quickly.

Because Qian Shengyan had just given birth, only Yinzhen could be with Hongli for his birthday today. But Hongli was still very happy because Qian Shengyan had prepared a big cake for him!

In addition, all his favorite dishes were there, as well as a bowl of longevity noodles that Qian Shengyan personally kneaded and made for him.

Hongli's face flushed with joy, and he couldn't help but tell Yinzhen the truth: "Father, Mother still remembers Hongli."

Yinzhen was never such a meticulous person. He spent more time with Hongli during this period because there was nothing to do at the Summer Palace. He was raising his child and only cared about the big picture.

Therefore, he did not understand Hongli's words at first: "Your mother naturally remembers you."

“My little sister is so young, and Mother is with her all the time.” Hongli took a sip of soup, slightly embarrassed. “Hongli thought that Mother didn’t have time to share with Hongli.”

Yinzhen suddenly realized.

No wonder Qian Shengyan was still sewing a pony pillow for Hongli by hand while heavily pregnant before giving birth, and even got up the day after giving birth to insist on kneading dough to make noodles for the baby herself.

Women are perceptive, and she sensed the slight unease that Hongli felt because of Fuerguochun. She used these actions to tell Hongli that even if she couldn't be by his side all the time, she was still his mother.

The birth of her younger sister did not change her in the slightest.

For a moment, Yinzhen's feelings were extremely complicated.

Yinzhen's mother, Consort De, gave birth to three sons and three daughters in her lifetime. Only he and his fourteenth son survived. However, he had never experienced such delicate maternal feelings, nor had he ever thought that a woman could be like this.

Even if the women in the harem were not vying for the emperor's favor and genuinely loved the children, they would at most supervise the wet nurses and other caregivers of the princes and princesses, and rarely do anything themselves.

They can get everything just by talking, so why do they need to use their hands?

But Qian Shengyan is not.

She wouldn't even use something that could be bought casually as a gift; she insisted on sewing it herself, stitch by stitch, while heavily pregnant.

For a moment, Yinzhen recalled countless poems praising his loving mother. He had once thought they were just people's beautiful fantasies or mere embellishments, but he never expected that they would actually be true.

He couldn't help but stroke Hongli's soft hair, unable to hide his envy: "Your mother treats you so well."

"Of course!" Hongli happily agreed, and generously patted Yinzhen back, "My mother will treat you well too."

Yinzhen was taken aback, then shook his head and laughed, pinching Hongli's cheek: "You really are..."

"Your Highness, Consort Nian has arrived. She says she's here to celebrate the Fourth Prince's birthday," Su Peisheng said quietly, bending down to the side.

Yinzhen was taken aback, but his expression remained somewhat indifferent: "She's not feeling well, let her go back and rest."

"Yes." Su Peisheng went out, but returned a moment later, presenting a box with both hands: "This is a birthday gift from Consort Nian to the Fourth Prince."

"Hmm." Yinzhen gestured for Hongli to open it himself. Hongli wasn't interested, so he reached out and pulled it open. It was a heavy gold longevity lock, which looked very valuable.

But neither father nor son showed any interest. Hongli, acting like a little adult, waved his hand and said, "Give it to your little sister to play with."

Speaking of this, Yinzhen recalled that yesterday, when Qian Shengyan gave birth to a daughter, Lady Nian also sent someone to deliver a longevity lock. However, compared to this one, it was much smaller and thinner, and Yinzhen had forgotten about it after putting it away.

But then he remembered the longevity lock, and couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.