“Yes, sir!”

Zong Zhengchen stood straight with his voice sonorous and powerful, as if he was going to the battlefield.

The emperor doesn't need to worry, he will do his best to protect the children, Qin Ye, and their home.

In the past, he valued power and was devoted to developing his own influence, training soldiers, winning over people, holding power, and discussing matters.

Now, after finishing his work, he just wants to go home quickly. No matter where he goes, he misses the girl who always likes to talk back to him. The girl is about to give birth to a little girl, and his heart is even more filled.

"Hmm." The emperor nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly thought of something, and added,

"By the way, you have to give me a son... no, a grandson."

Qin Ye: “?”

Can you choose whether to have a boy or a girl?

Although I know that the emperor is eager to have a grandson, this is really not something that can be determined by personal wishes. Whether it is a boy or a girl is all up to God.

Zong Zhengchen: "Try your best."

"It's not trying, it's a must!" The emperor said righteously with a stern face, "If you give birth to a son, I will clear up the matter of the eldest prince for you. If you give birth to a daughter, and I am so happy for nothing, I will let you two spend the rest of your lives in prison."

Qin Ye: “…”

Zong Zhengchen: “…”

I've seen unreasonable people, but I've never seen anyone so unreasonable.

Isn't this like putting a knife to her neck and forcing her to do something?

What if I give birth to a daughter and then lose her? Where can I adopt a son to make up for her?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The emperor suddenly laughed, "You two look so serious, what are you afraid of? I'm just joking with you. No matter if it's a boy or a girl, as long as they are my own children, I like them all, haha!"

Isn’t this because of the incident with the eldest prince just now, and the atmosphere is too tense?

So, he made a joke to lighten the mood.

Qin Ye: “…”

I didn't feel the atmosphere was eased, but instead felt more depressing.

Zong Zhengchen: “…”

In the few seconds of silence just now, he had even planned how to mobilize troops, how to rebel, and where to launch the attack...

The emperor patted Zong Zhengchen on the shoulder with a smile, "Good boy, you must do well with your wife!"

It was a sentence said with a smile, but it seemed to hide some deeper meaning.

He hoped that the eldest grandson could come out of Qin Ye's belly, which also showed from the side how much he valued Zong Zhengchen.

De Fu was an old eunuch who was very perceptive. He stood by and listened quietly with his ears perked up.

Judging from what the emperor said, as long as Princess Chen gave birth to the emperor's eldest grandson, the person who would have power in the future would most likely belong to Prince Chen...

Zong Zhengchen bowed his head and responded in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:

"I have done my best and have no regrets."

"Hahaha, good, good." The emperor laughed happily, in a very good mood, stroking the non-existent beard on his chin and smiled.

"In fact, I had already picked a name for the child ten years ago. Among the seven of you brothers, whoever is the first can use this name."

"It seems that this name belongs to the baby in your wife's belly."

Qin Ye raised his eyebrows curiously.

Have you even thought of a name in advance?

Ten years ago?

As a result, ten years have passed and there is still no grandson, and the name has not been given yet?

Why are the royal offspring so rare?

"Why haven't I heard you mention it before?" Zong Zhengchen tilted his head, looking suspicious. "What's the name?"

Speaking of the names, the emperor smiled meaningfully, slowly put his hands behind his back, looked at the couple, and uttered two words:

"Founding a nation."