Chapter 58 Chapter 58 He can’t be unable to do it, right?
He Anting closed the box as if nothing had happened, turned around and walked to the bed with clothes. Jin Yao didn't notice at all and was still lying there, exhausted.
Yun Qiao brought in dinner and said, "Young Madam, please have something to eat."
Jin Yao hummed, and He Anting took the bowl: "I'll do it."
As he fed her, he asked nonchalantly, "What's in the box?"
Jinyao had already forgotten all that: "What is it?"
He Anting raised his eyebrows: "It's nothing, eat it." Jin Yao said obediently.
She had just given birth and still had a long time to recover. She had to stay in confinement for about a month. Although it was winter, the room was as warm as summer. The heating was burning vigorously and there were several charcoal basins.
Jin Yao noticed the beads of sweat on He Anting's forehead and hesitated for a moment: "Husband, the inner room is very hot. Why don't you go to the west wing and sleep for a while?"
He Anting refused when he heard this: "No need, I feel more at ease with you being taken care of by me." Then he stood up and took off his outer robe.
In the middle of the night, although the wet nurse was with the child in the outer room, the crying sound still reached the ears of the couple in the inner room. Jinyao opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment, and decided to get up and call the wet nurse over.
As soon as she moved, He Anting naturally woke up.
"What's wrong?"
"Ping An is crying. I want to see him."
He Anting pulled the quilt for her and said, "Don't worry, the wet nurse is here."
Jinyao was still worried: "Just let me take a look." She softened her voice and acted coquettishly.
Upon hearing this, He Anting stood up and asked the wet nurse to bring Ping'an over.
The little child curled up into a ball as he cried, shouting very hard. Jinyao held his soft body, feeling a little helpless.
The nurse smiled and said, "He's just hungry. He won't be hungry if he's full."
Jinyao hesitated for a moment: "Can I feed him?" It was her first time being a mother, and she was not very mature, so she said such a funny thing.
The wet nurse smiled and said, "Of course you can. You are the young master's mother, so why can't you do that?"
The wet nurse said this and stepped back, giving her enough private space.
But there was another person with a burning gaze beside her, making Jinyao feel a little embarrassed: "Husband, could you please turn your back first?"
He Anting frowned: "Why? We are a couple, are you going to betray me?"
"I..." Jin Yao felt a little powerless.
But He Anting was right and confident, and Jin Yao didn't know what to say. She gritted her teeth and stopped avoiding him.
Xiao Ping'an was indeed hungry, and the only sound in the room was his swallowing.
Jinyao's cheeks were as hot and red as a red-hot charcoal brazier, and she told herself to just get used to it.
After eating and drinking, Xiao Ping'an calmed down. Jin Yao looked at him quietly. He Anting's eyes were not on the child but on her: "What are you looking at?"
"Do you think he looks more like you or me?"
He Anting asked back: "Who do you want to be like?"
"Me." Jin Yao said without hesitation.
"Why? Shouldn't a boy be like his father?"
Jin Yao thought of his old-fashioned and cold demeanor and curled her lips and said, "Let's not do that. It would be so boring to be old-fashioned and old-fashioned together."
"Old?" He Anting frowned.
Jin Yao seemed to realize that she had said something wrong: "You heard wrong, I didn't say that."
He Anting fell into deep thought. Twenty-seven was almost the age of thirty. In a few years, an ordinary man could become a grandfather.
He just had his firstborn son.
"Do you think I'm old?" He Anting said dissatisfiedly.
"How could I?" Jin Yao felt very wronged. She just said the wrong thing.
"Give the child to the wet nurse," he called coldly.
Jin Yao watched the wet nurse carry Ping An away, then looked at He Anting. Seeing him lie down with a cold face and close his eyes, Jin Yao also lay down, occasionally looking at him sideways: "Do you still mind?"
He Anting ignored it.
"I really didn't mean that." Why is he so petty? What's there to worry about? Even if he is really old, I won't despise him.
"Tell me, how can I not get angry?" She turned over and leaned on her arm.
He Anting opened his eyes upon hearing this. His dark eyes were deep and he stared at Jin Yao with an ambiguous look.
Jin Yao felt that the gaze was somewhat familiar, and she subconsciously shrank back: "I just gave birth to Ping An, you can't bully me."
"I won't bully you."
He Anting turned over to face her, a faint scent of milk lingering in his nose, and he whispered in her ear.
Jinyao blushed: "You...you are shameless."
He gently held the ripe pomelo and said, "I'm making a reasonable request. You are mine, every part of your body."
Jinyao was reluctant but finally agreed to his request.
The next day, Mrs. He learned that her daughter was about to give birth, and she immediately drove a carriage to the house. The county lady brought He Qingwan to see the child as well.
The Guanlan Courtyard was bustling with activity. The county lady held her finally-earned grandson in her arms, her solemn face now beaming with joy: "Safe and sound."
Mrs. He touched her daughter's head with concern and asked carefully how she was feeling.
He Qingwan curled her lips. She was not like before now. She was much quieter, probably because she was embarrassed. Although they lived in the same house, she seldom met Jinyao.
"Can we get a name?" the county lady asked, teasing the baby in the bundle.
He Anting nodded: "From the Shao and Shui generations, He Shaoyuan."
The county lady nodded in satisfaction, "Brother Yuan." She even joked with her adopted son, "It's not easy. You're approaching thirty and have a legitimate eldest son. Later, you can have another daughter to complete the name."
He Anting's expression faded a little and he didn't respond.
He no longer plans to have a second child.
He was quite reluctant to leave, so He Anting took the initiative to say, "Mother-in-law, why don't you stay at home for a few days and take care of Yaoyao."
Jinyao's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"
"Why not?"
He also smiled: "Then I will stay here and look after Yaoyao for a few days."
Although Jinyao is about to give birth, she has kept it a strict secret. Apart from the people in the He Mansion, no one outside knows that she has given birth. She will only make it public four months later.
The county lady only sat for a while before leaving. Jinyao, wearing her headband, made Xiao Ping'an feel at ease. Seeing He Anting lost in thought, she asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." He Anting looked normal.
A month passed in a flash, and Jinyao wanted to take a good bath immediately. She was young and needed to recover. She ate a light diet and walked around from time to time to stretch her waist. Soon she was back to normal.
She stood in front of the bronze mirror and turned around. "Yunqiao, look, is there anything that doesn't look good?"
Yun Qiao looked at her delicate figure with a smile: "No, everything is the same as before." After saying that, she glanced at her pair of soft pomeloes, which were more charming than before marriage.
But Jinyao has now completely accepted herself and has chosen a dress with peace of mind. Her black hair is as white as satin. Childbirth hurts a woman's qi and blood, and insufficient qi and blood will cause hair loss. In order to prevent this, Doctor Han prescribed her a tonic medicine, which led to her current condition.
He Anting lifted the curtain and entered the inner room. Jin Yao was still choosing a gold hairpin and didn't even raise her head.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I punished your father and Cui."
Jin Yao then remembered that on the day she was about to give birth, Cui and He Jingxun came to ask her for money. It turned out that her water had just broken, and they were both shocked.
"How will the punishment be?" she asked him impatiently.
He Anting kept the question in suspense: "Why do you want to see those two people?" He seemed to be looking for an accusation.
Jin Yao curled her lips: "Of course I was just sneaking around with them for fun."
Then she told her method with a beaming smile, and she couldn't help laughing as she spoke.
He Anting's lips curled up slightly when he heard this. "I took them to Kaifeng Prefecture on the charge of disturbing you. I informed Duke Heng and had them each given twenty lashes of the board."
Jin Yao was surprised: "It's so serious."
"They probably won't dare to come here again in the future."
Jin Yao felt a little regretful after hearing this, as she hadn't had enough.
The wet nurse carried Ping An into the house and said, "Master, Madam, the young master is a little fussy. He must be looking for his mother."
Jinyao immediately opened her hand and said, "Come."
She didn't look like a mother at all, she was still as bright and beautiful as ever.
Little Ping'an has grown up a little, with big round eyes, like a pair of juicy grapes, and looks very pretty.
He was chewing his fists and staring at Jinyao without blinking, as if he was recognizing her.
"Hold him." Jin Yao handed Ping An to He Anting.
The man held up the little ball with his big hands. Lord He, who was always steady, felt a little uneasy. Ping An was small and soft, with a unique milky aroma.
He Anting didn't like children before, but now he has Ping An in his hands and has a wonderful feeling. This is his and Yaoyao's flesh and blood.
The two of them stared at each other. He Anting kept a straight face and didn't say anything for a long time. Ping An suddenly started crying very loudly. He felt even more at a loss when he heard that.
The wet nurse quickly took Ping An from his arms and said with a smile, "Master, please smile. Otherwise, your stern face will easily scare the young master."
Laugh? He Anting wouldn't smile deliberately.
He just curled the corners of his mouth, but Jin Yao next to him bent over with laughter, and wanted to poke the corners of his mouth with her hand.
He Anting frowned and said helplessly, "Don't embarrass me."
Today is Ping'an's full moon in name only. There are only a few people here, including a few people from the He Mansion, He, Qi Yue, and the eunuchs sent from the palace.
Li Shishi sent a generous gift as a gift for Ping'an's full moon. It was a peace lock made of pure gold, agate and jade. It was heavy and priceless.
"The Queen said that she would send gifts first and come in person when the day comes."
Jinyao knelt down and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Although there were few people, it was still lively. Everyone at the table was teasing Ping An, making him giggle.
Time flies, and in the anticipation and planning, the night of three months later came. Jinyao took off her jade earrings and looked at the man in the bronze mirror. The imperial physician said that if they wanted to have sex, they had to wait three months. Now it had been three months, so it should be possible.
She looked at He Anting, who was concentrating on flipping through the account book, and cleared her throat: "Husband?"
He Anting looked up: "What's wrong?"
What happened? They haven't had any kisses or hugs in the past three months. No, it should be since eight months, there have been no kisses, only hugs. She thought he was taking care of his body, but now it seems unsure.
Jinyao's face fell: "Nothing."
It's so embarrassing. I can't just ask you why you don't come over and kiss me.
Jinyao's status was different now, and she felt that she should be more dignified. She continued to comb her hair, letting down her high bun. Her long satin-like hair hung on her shoulders. She stood up with her head held high, and went to the bathroom with a slight twist of her waist.
"Yunqiao, am I going to become ugly?" she asked worriedly.
"Why would the young lady think so? She has skin as white as cream and is graceful and charming. She is the most beautiful." Yun Qiao was still shocked and didn't understand why she said that.
That's his problem.
Jinyao covered her mouth in disbelief. Could he be dying?
However, she did not jump to conclusions, but wanted to give it a try.
"Bring me my pajamas." Jin Yao asked Yun Qiao to get her light red pajamas.
After taking a bath, she tied her hair into a loose bun and changed into her nightgown. The neckline of the nightgown was very low and the waist was very thin, which made her skin look even whiter and more charming.
She walked out gracefully, pretended to accidentally flash in front of him, and looked for a book.
"What are you looking for?" He Anting raised his head.
"Where's my storybook?"
He Anting pulled out the book from the bottom layer: "Here."
Jinyao saw that he really didn't react at all, and the corners of her lips became straight.
She left with the notebook in disappointment.
After finally seeing He Anting stand up, Jin Yao became nervous again and couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
He went straight into the bathroom. The sound of water came from the room, and Jinyao couldn't help feeling a little excited.
After an unknown amount of time, the footsteps finally got closer.
Jinyao's heartbeat was like a drum, a familiar breath came over her, and then he lay beside her.
And then nothing happened.
He Anting lay flat on the bed without any other intention.
Jinyao felt a chill in her heart, and she was basically certain that he must have some health problems.
Maybe they don’t dare to say it, or maybe they have too much self-esteem to say it.
She bit her lip and sighed.
She slept uneasily all night and was awakened by Ping'an's crying in the morning. The wet nurse brought him to her. Perhaps because of the mother-child bond, Ping'an stopped crying as soon as he was in her arms.
Imperial Physician Han would come to check her pulse every two weeks, and this time was no exception.
"He's recovering very well, don't worry, Madam." Doctor Han said after taking the patient's pulse.
Jin Yao, however, was worried: "Doctor Han, there's something I'm not sure whether I should tell you or not."
"Young Madam, please continue." Imperial Physician Han listened attentively.
"I wonder... if there is any tonic for men." She looked embarrassed and hesitated to speak.
Doctor Han immediately understood what she meant.
“Ah, this…”
The Lord actually... Doctor Han was horrified, feeling that if he knew about this, his life would be in danger.
"Try some common nourishing soup first, like pigeon, deer antler, and turtle soup."
Jinyao immediately ordered the kitchen to prepare.
Doctor Han comforted her, "There's no need to rush this matter. Madam, please don't push too hard."
"Don't worry, I won't push you too hard." Jin Yao still felt a little guilty, blaming herself for not discovering it earlier.
After seeing off Doctor Han, she went to the kitchen herself and stared at the turtle soup.
He Anting had no idea about this and just thought he was coming back on an ordinary day.
Jin Yao welcomed him in, glanced down calmly, with a look of pity on her face.
"Is Ping An?" He Anting asked casually.
"Asleep."
He Anting didn't say anything after hearing this. When he walked to the table, he saw a pot of soup and asked, "What is this?"
"This is the soup the kitchen made. I thought it was delicious, so I left a portion for you. Drink it while it's hot."
He Anting didn't doubt anything and just picked up the bowl of soup and drank it all: "I'm going to take a shower first."
Jin Yao watched him go in and breathed a sigh of relief.
She was afraid that it would not work today, so she added some dangshen, astragalus and wolfberry to nourish it. However, it should take a few days for the effect to be seen.
He Anting entered the bathroom and undressed slowly. The water in the wooden tub was steaming hot, and when he submerged himself in the water, every part of his body relaxed.
But for some reason, the water became hotter and hotter, so hot that he began to breathe hard. He suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a little overwhelmed. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw the fish in the water rising high and full of energy.
He frowned and concentrated, feeling that something was wrong.
There's something wrong with that soup.
He was very familiar with this feeling. Once drugged, the feeling would remain in his bones forever.
He Anting couldn't help but hold his forehead. It shouldn't be what he thought.
He reached out and picked up the handkerchief, and veins bulged out on his slender arms.
Jin Yao was originally peeking around, but when she saw him come out, she quickly pretended to read a storybook.
He Anting's hair was wet, and he was wearing pajamas. Water droplets flowed down his skin and across his body.
His face was flushed abnormally.
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