Chapter 107
On the bed, Song Xuan held the beauty in his arms, his large hand gently stroking her swollen belly.
He enjoyed doing this, as it allowed him to cultivate his relationship with his beloved and touch the child in her womb, which made him feel extremely happy.
Song Xuan's expression was tender, his eyes filled with affection: "Qing Nian, what name do you think we should give the baby?"
Shen Qingnian's heart trembled slightly, and she simply said, "The baby's name should naturally be chosen by the father."
She didn't want to talk about the baby; she and the baby were destined to be apart, so there was no need to discuss it further.
She chose to lock herself away from her inner world in this way.
Song Xuan noticed her reluctance but didn't mind. He simply said gently, "If it's the eldest son, we'll name him Song Yanqing; if it's the eldest daughter, we'll name her Song Qingxue. Both names take the 'Qing' character from your name. Qingnian, what do you think?"
By removing the character '青' (qing), he wanted his child to remember his mother's suffering and to be a filial son.
Shen Qingnian's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said softly, "I don't think the character 'Qing' is good."
She could probably guess Song Xuan's intentions, but she was not worthy of him. He was a scheming person, and her child's name should not be associated with him.
"Oh? Why do you think that?" Song Xuan asked, somewhat surprised.
Shen Qingnian curled her lips: "In the world's ethical norms, the husband comes first. If the character 'Qing' from my name is put in the child's name, I'm afraid it will cause controversy."
That's not wrong; those officials in the imperial court can fabricate anything.
Hearing her say this, Song Xuan couldn't help but kiss her forehead and sighed, "Qing Nian, you will always be so kind and always think of me and our child. You are the best wife and the best mother in the world."
He felt that even his mother couldn't compare to him...
Shen Qingnian pursed her lips, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.
The next moment, she took the initiative to reach up and climb onto the man's neck, gently nuzzling him before speaking: "You've already begun preparations for your ascension to the throne. Has a date been set?"
Song Xuan's breathing became slightly rapid. The faint jasmine scent emanating from the beauty in his arms made his Adam's apple bob slightly. As Qing Nian's belly grew larger, the two were no longer as intimate as before.
He always deliberately avoided physical intimacy, afraid that he might accidentally hurt or injure Qing Nian. Now that Qing Nian was taking the initiative, he immediately made a move.
Song Xuan closed his eyes, trying to suppress the desire in them. He said in a slightly hoarse voice, "The time hasn't been set yet. Does Qing Nian have any suggestions?"
During this period, Qing Nian was quite troubled by the little one in her belly and was in a rather depressed mood. She was also very busy, so the two of them rarely talked about this.
Shen Qingnian looked at Song Xuan, her eyes glistening with tears: "I want you to ascend the throne in the spring. Spring is a time of prosperity and renewal, symbolizing a beautiful beginning. What do you think, my husband?"
Her calling him "husband" made Song Xuan go numb. There was no way he could refuse. If she wanted the stars in the sky, Song Xuan would find a way to pluck them down for her.
With one worry resolved, Shen Qingnian felt a little better and soon fell asleep in the man's arms.
The next day when she woke up again, the man beside her was still there, and she was still sleeping in his arms.
The man was gazing at her with affection, his eyes like those of someone looking at their most cherished treasure, which made her heart tremble slightly.
Shen Qingnian lowered her eyes, avoiding Song Xuan's gaze, and asked softly, "Why didn't you attend court today?"
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