Chapter 114 Postpartum Depression
Madam Xie brought up the marriage between Qi Yan and Xie Qingyu again. Xie Qingyu's feelings were extremely complicated. Finally, she made up her mind, "I will give you an answer when I return from Pingzhou."
Xie Qingyu went to Zhizhi's 100-day celebration, and Li Qinglong volunteered to go with her.
He also prepared a separate, substantial gift.
Logically speaking, as Xie Qingyu's subordinate, Xie Qingyu only needed to send a gift, but he still prepared a gift and took out almost a year's salary.
Xie Qingyu gave him a meaningful look, and Li Qinglong lowered his head awkwardly, but still carefully put the gift away. His meaning was clear: he was determined to give the gift away.
Although Li Qinglong did misjudge the situation and Xie Qingyu did not become Emperor Huiwu's son-in-law, he still maintained his basic moral principles.
A general cannot serve two masters. Since he had followed Xie Qingyu, he had no intention of choosing another high-ranking official.
I heard that Princess Jingcheng's daughter's surname was Zhao and her name was Zhao Tulin.
Li Qinglong counted on his fingers. A daughter wasn't a problem; if Princess Tu Lin were to marry into another family and have a son who would also bear the Zhao surname, then Emperor Huiwu would have a worthy successor!
I wonder if he'll live to see that day.
He glanced at Xie Qingyu, hoping that in his lifetime he would not see Yongzhou and Pingzhou go to war, that both sides would be at peace, and that they could even visit each other frequently like they do now.
Since Zhao Xiheng gave birth to her daughter, Wei Li's emotions have gone from great joy to sorrow and back to great joy.
I'm happy because it's a daughter, sad because she's not very pretty, but also happy because she's growing up and becoming more and more fair-skinned.
But recently, his mood has gradually become depressed again.
The hurricane had clearly passed, and Pingzhou had suffered little damage. Everything was proceeding normally, and the three members of their family were in good health. Zhao Xiheng couldn't understand why Wei Li was sighing every day.
For example, at noon, while he was eating, he suddenly stopped, holding his bowl, staring blankly into space. His dark eyes seemed to be looking somewhere, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long while, he suddenly sighed.
His sharp eyebrows, which were usually raised high, were now drooping, like a wilted eggplant.
Zhao Xiheng followed his gaze and saw nothing special; it was a display cabinet with glittering gold ornaments stacked on top.
She was dazzled by what she saw, her expression indescribable, and she looked away.
Sooner or later, she'll replace all of Wei Li's nouveau riche-style decor!
Wei Li ate a couple of mouthfuls of rice, then suddenly sighed.
Zhao Xiheng was genuinely startled; a layer of white sweat broke out on her back. It was rare for her to be willing to share a shrimp from her own bowl with him. "What's wrong with you?"
Wei Li lowered her eyes slightly, looking like a woman confined to her chambers, filled with resentment. "It's nothing."
He ate his meal hastily, then went to bed feeling exhausted.
Zhao Xiheng looked at the rice left in the rice bowl...
Hmm... Wei Li only ate half of his usual amount today.
She was a little confused.
Ever since she met Wei Liqing, he had been as strong and energetic as a wolf cub, always full of vitality and spirit, never before so listless.
But who doesn't have times when they're inexplicably troubled?
After thinking about it, Zhao Xiheng also felt that it made sense.
She understood and quietly gave him some space.
Wei Li lay on his side on the kang. Hearing her footsteps quietly leave, he couldn't help but turn over, his arm under his head, his eyes red and swollen, his heart aching and tender, so wronged that tears were about to fall but couldn't.
He grabbed a corner of the blanket to wipe his tears, his mind wandering aimlessly.
Zhao Xiheng felt that she might have misjudged the severity of Wei Li's low mood this time.
This situation continued for three or four days without improvement, and even worsened—Wei Li hadn't eaten all day.
He leaned against the window, resting his chin on his hand, gazing at the golden fallen leaves outside, his figure filled with sorrow and inexplicable loneliness.
His skin was pale, and his sharp chin was so sharp it could almost kill someone.
How could he lose weight so quickly?
Zhao Xiheng looked at her still somewhat rounded wrists, completely baffled.
She nudged Wei Li's shoulder and sat down beside him. "Why are you so unhappy?"
Zhizhi is teething and babbling away, smelling sweet and adorable. She's so cute you'd want to give her your heart.
Zhao Xiheng placed Zhizhi in Wei Li's arms, hoping to cheer him up. "If you have anything that's bothering you, tell me and cheer me up."
Wei Li touched Zhi Zhi's little face, then suddenly couldn't hold back anymore and burst out, "Zhao Xi Heng!"
"exist!"
“Zhizhi doesn’t look like you.” He bit his lower lip hard, his eyes reddening, and stared straight at her.
"..." Zhao Xiheng looked down and thought, "Hmm, it doesn't look like her."
Zhizhi looks more like Wei Li. The little one is three months old, with black hair and black eyes. Although her face is chubby, you can still see Wei Li's features.
"Looks are a matter of who looks better, if not me, then it's up to you." She thought it made perfect sense. Zhizhi's 100-day celebration was just around the corner, so why was Wei Li's mood getting worse and worse?
"You don't understand, you don't understand at all..."
He pouted, looking extremely sad, but in Zhao Xiheng's eyes, he looked like a naughty child who deserved a beating.
This isn't something she can decide, and isn't it good that Zhizhi looks like him? She's obviously his daughter!
Wei Li seemed to have been provoked, and suddenly became irritable. She stood up, stomped her foot, and said angrily, "You don't understand!"
What does Zhao Xiheng know?
Human joys and sorrows are not shared; she only felt that she was being noisy.
In his dreams, he often saw a pretty little girl in a red dress, who was only knee-high to him. She had a sweet smile and looked exactly like Zhao Xiheng. She called him "Aye" and asked him for a hug and candy.
Zhizhi is becoming less and less like Zhao Xiheng; his dream has been shattered!
Does Zhao Xiheng know this?
She didn't know!
His dream was shattered; there would never again be a beautiful daughter like Zhao Xiheng calling him "Father."
Zhizhi was innocent and naive, sucking on Wei Li's finger, her long eyelashes trembling.
Wei Li glanced down at her again.
The only similarity between Zhizhi and Zhao Xiheng is that they both have double eyelids.
But why would his daughter resemble him? She could resemble anyone—Zhao Xiheng, Zhao Xiheng's father, or Zhao Xiheng's mother…
Why choose a bad father out of so many people?
Looking at Zhizhi's face, which resembled his own so closely, he felt a surge of guilt, as if he had defiled something pure.
Wei Li longed to have a child of his own, so that he would not only have the deepest bond with Zhao Xiheng, but also a blood relative. However, he did not want the child to resemble him, and ideally, not resemble him at all.
No matter how high a position he rises to, he can't forget the muddy ground he came from. His child is a little like him, as if he's been tainted by something unclean.
This idea was too contradictory. He wanted a child, but he was also afraid that the child would be unclean because of his blood. This contradiction almost tore him apart. In the end, he compromised and hoped that the child would not be like him.
It was as if he felt he wasn't good enough for Zhao Xiheng, but he still wanted her.
Zhao Xiheng could hardly empathize with Wei Li's almost hysterical grief. Why did her daughter have to be like her?
But she still stood up, hugged Wei Li's waist, and kissed his forehead on tiptoe, "Can you be quiet for a while?"
Wei Li felt a warm, soft kiss on his forehead, which calmed him down a bit, but his face was still sour. "Are you trying to coax a dog?"
Isn't this just to appease the dog?
Zhao Xiheng thought to herself.
She felt that Wei Li's unstable emotions were definitely not just because Zhi Zhi was not like her. This was just a small matter, and his psychological resilience should not be that bad.
While the imperial physician was examining her pulse, Zhao Xiheng asked him to take a look at Wei Li as well.
Wei Li was very wary of this, saying, "What are you doing? I'm not sick! I don't want to see a doctor!"
Zhao Xiheng initially tried to coax him patiently, but he refused to cooperate, which wore down her good temper.
She slapped him on the back and snapped, "Are you going to look or not?! If you're not going to look, get out and sleep outside tonight!"
Wei Li stretched out her hand with a wronged expression.
After the physician examined Wei Li's pulse, he asked some questions about Wei Li's daily life, which Zhao Xiheng answered one by one.
He stroked his beard anxiously; the thing he had feared had finally happened.
The lord has experienced morning sickness, prenatal anxiety, and postpartum depression.
This postpartum depression came on rather late, and it came on very suddenly.
The physician couldn't understand why a grown man would experience these symptoms. Meanwhile, the lady, who was genuinely pregnant and giving birth, ate and drank well every day and was in a cheerful mood.
Even though it wasn't Wei Li who was pregnant, and it wasn't Wei Li who gave birth, he still managed to suffer all the hardships that a pregnant woman should endure.
Wei Li is narrow-minded; even the smallest thing can fill his heart.
When the imperial physician told Zhao Xiheng about this, Zhao Xiheng was completely stunned.
who is she?
Where is she?
Why did things turn out this way?
What should she do?
Postpartum depression is not the same as morning sickness; it usually gets better in a few months. I've heard of people dying from it.
The physician didn't know how severe postpartum depression in men could be, as it was the first time he had ever seen it in his life.
"Then how about treating women?" Zhao Xiheng rubbed her stiff and cold hands.
The physician stroked his beard, pointed to his heart, cupped his hands around his heart, and declared resolutely, "With love!"
Zhao Xiheng found it quite unreliable, and a chill ran down her spine.
Love? What kind of love?
Is she usually not nice to Wei Li?
That would be great. We'd leave him a piece of the blankets and share half of our food with him.
But she wasn't a professional, so she just listened to what the doctor said and did as he said.
"Postpartum depression is generally caused by psychological reasons, but part of it is due to physical reasons. After a woman gives birth, her bodily functions become disordered, which leads to this. However, since my lord cannot give birth, it must be a psychological problem."
He cleared his throat. "At this time, we need to give him more love and care, tolerance and forgiveness, so that he can feel the warmth of family and the gentle breeze of loved ones, thereby resolving his inner turmoil, achieving spiritual sublimation and soul comfort, and only then can..."
While the imperial physician was still rambling on, Zhao Xiheng had already rolled up her sleeves, ready to show Wei Li what her love was all about!
Don't worry, she will definitely cure him!
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