Chapter 137 If Line: If Yuanyuan Becomes a Concubine (28)
That day, the emperor had just returned from the morning court and saw his young wife leaning on the couch by the window, wearing a loose gauze dress as thin as a cicada's wing.
Even so, she was still sweating profusely from the heat, and she was gently waving a silk fan in her hand.
Ever since she returned to the palace from Nanyuan two months ago, she has changed her previous behavior and become extra clingy.
With a wave of his hand, he dismissed all the palace servants in the hall. He sat on the edge of the couch with his arms outstretched to embrace his beloved wife.
He was tall and strong, and his muscular chest felt hot as fire. Yang Manyan felt uncomfortable in his arms, but did not push him away. Instead, he hugged his thin waist obediently.
Ever since the Nanyuan fire, she finally saw the reality clearly.
The man beside her is her husband, the emperor who holds all the power in the world, and only he can protect her.
Ideals and confidants are all empty illusions in the face of the lives of their entire family.
The emperor and empress were so loving and harmonious that even the ministers outside the court noticed it.
After all, His Majesty has been in a good mood recently when attending the morning court or receiving ministers, and he often takes the opportunity to praise the Queen for her talent, intelligence and wisdom.
Admittedly, not many people really believed his words showing off his love for his wife.
But it did make the entire court, civil and military officials, and even the major families in the capital no longer dare to look down on Empress Yang, who came from a humble background.
"It's really hot and stuffy in the palace. How about I take you out to escape the heat?" The emperor suggested in a deep voice, then bent down and kissed the top of her head.
After a moment's hesitation, he continued, "The Yuquan Palace in the western suburbs is located by the mountains and the water. It is quite cool and pleasant in summer. Let's set off tomorrow."
Hearing this, Yang Manyan was slightly stunned.
The terrifying scene of flames engulfing the palace reappeared before her eyes. She suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and vaguely felt like a sour liquid was rising from her abdomen.
After she retched uncontrollably a few times, her entire face turned pale as paper.
Seeing her like this, the emperor frowned, patted her on the back, and shouted sternly to call the imperial physician over.
The happy pulse is diagnosed at this time.
After all the imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau took turns to feel the emperor's pulse and confirmed that it was a slippery pulse, the emperor's heart trembled suddenly, and he felt as if he was surrounded by a huge surprise.
He ordered on the spot that these imperial doctors and all the palace servants and eunuchs in the Qianqing Palace be awarded an additional year's salary.
Everyone knelt down to express their gratitude, but Yang Manyan was still sitting on the couch in a daze.
Once the inner hall was clear again, she carefully reached out and touched her belly.
Then, the man's rough big palm with distinct joints covered her hand and gently stroked the back of her hand.
"Yuan'er, my husband and I have a child." His voice was slightly hoarse, and his smile was undisguised between his dark eyebrows.
People of his age were about to have grandchildren, but he only welcomed his first child.
But no matter how many children other people have, they cannot compare to him. Not only is he the fusion of his blood and that of the person he loves, but he is also the new heir to the Daliang Dynasty.
Yang Manyan's eyes flickered slightly, and after a long while he uttered a low "hmm".
Just now, the imperial doctors all said that she had been pregnant for about two months, and the Nanyuan fire happened exactly two months ago.
The news that the Queen was pregnant was like thunderclap, and all the prince's followers were in despair.
In the front hall of the East Palace, ministers knelt on the ground in a crowd.
"Your Highness, now that Empress Yang is pregnant, I'm afraid the eldest son will be deposed and the youngest son will be enthroned. Your Highness, please make plans in advance!"
"Your Highness, you are the legitimate descendant of the late emperor and the most legitimate heir to the throne. The emperor should follow the will of the people and abdicate and hand over power to you!"
"Yes, Your Highness! We swear to follow Your Highness till death!"
Behind the nanmu desk, Xiao Yan was wearing jade-green casual clothes, with his hair tied up with a golden crown, and his face was solemn.
"Don't say these things in front of me anymore." He lowered his eyelashes to hide the complicated look in his eyes.
"Although I am the blood of the late emperor, I am also the descendant of two clans. For more than ten years, my father has treated me as his own son. Moreover, our dynasty governs the world with filial piety. Are you inciting me to rebel?"
The lattice windows were wide open, and the scattered light from inside the hall shone on his handsome face, exuding a sense of coldness and majesty.
Everyone below looked at each other in bewilderment. The prince had always been gentle and humble, so it was rare to see him speak so harshly.
After a long while, they finally replied angrily: "We dare not..."
"Alright, everyone leave." Xiao Yan waved his hand calmly, but his inner emotions were already turbulent.
Judging from the month, the baby in her belly is most likely his...
After that, the emperor and empress moved to the Western Garden to escape the summer heat, and he never had the chance to meet her again.
As autumn passed and winter came, in the first month of the following year, on a snowy night, Queen Yang gave birth to a son.
This is also the legitimate son of the Empress Dowager that our dynasty finally welcomed after a hundred years, and he is extremely precious.
The emperor immediately ordered a general amnesty to celebrate the birth of his eldest son.
Moreover, the handwritten imperial edict clearly stated that the newly born little prince was the eldest son.
This imperial edict completely broke the precarious window paper between him and the prince.
It was late winter, and the world outside was still covered in ice and snow. In the Hanyuan Hall of Yingtai, the heating was burning very brightly. As soon as you stepped inside, warm air hit you in the face.
The pearl curtain swayed slightly, and the emperor strode in.
The hall was brightly lit, filling the room with a halo of light.
In the warm candlelight, the young woman in confinement was leaning against the head of the bed, her bright almond-shaped eyes staring straight at the swaddling clothes placed on the edge of the bed, her gaze as gentle as water.
With his lovely wife and young son by his side, the emperor felt his heart beating so fast that it seemed to melt.
Even though he had ruled the world for nearly twenty years, he had never experienced such satisfaction as he did at this moment.
It was as if he had been alone for so many years just to have such an ultimate beauty today.
Realizing his arrival, Yang Manyan finally raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, look, Heng'er has opened his eyes!"
She was wrapped tightly up, even wearing a fox fur hat on her head. Sweat was oozing from her forehead and her round little face was flushed.
The emperor raised his eyebrows and sat down at the end of the bed. He then looked at the chubby and cute baby in the bright yellow swaddling clothes, and his heart softened again.
Just three days later, the child had grown a lot, completely different from the wrinkled and red appearance when he was first born.
"Yes, our little prince is getting stronger and stronger." He said calmly.
As soon as these words were spoken, all the wet nurses and palace maids serving in the inner hall began to breathe slightly slower.
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