Hopefully, I won't need it then...
Song Xibai thought to himself silently.
"By the way, I need to have someone find the midwives, wet nurses, and other things needed for the delivery in advance. It's good that with Rou Rou's help, no one will suspect you."
The crown prince suddenly spoke.
Song Xibai turned to look at him, her expression so gentle it seemed to melt his heart.
"Your Highness is so kind!"
She reached out and hugged the prince's waist, resting her head against his chest.
Most men are careless, so the fact that the Crown Prince could consider things so carefully shows that he truly cares about every aspect of her life.
In fact, whether it's an ordinary family or a large, secluded mansion, childbirth is basically arranged by the matriarch of the household.
But the Crown Prince and Song Xibai's biological mothers were both gone, the Emperor was unreliable, and there were no other female relatives in the Song family, so the two of them had to handle everything on their own.
"Fortunately, with Granny Fangqi and Dingxiang here, there shouldn't be any major problems. We can find a midwife and wet nurse slowly. If all else fails, I can breastfeed the baby myself."
As soon as Song Xibai finished speaking, the Crown Prince frowned slightly.
Will this work?
“Of course! Actually, it’s best for newborns to drink their mother’s breast milk; it’s the best for their health.” Song Xibai said, raising her head. “Would Your Highness think I’m being unorthodox?”
"What nonsense are you thinking?" the Crown Prince chuckled. "I'm just worried that it will be bad for your recovery."
"We'll talk about that later!"
Song Xibai felt it was too early to consider this issue. What if she didn't have enough milk? What if she gave birth to twins and didn't have enough milk?
She mumbled something, hugged the prince's waist, yawned, and closed her eyes tightly.
The crown prince looked at her sleeping face, a doting smile appearing on his face.
Then, he carefully placed Song Xibai on the bed in the next room, covered her with a blanket, and then tiptoed out.
Outside the door, Song Xinian stood in the courtyard, staring blankly at a small wooden frame in the corner.
Hearing the noise, Song Xinian turned around, concealing the dejected look on his face, and bowed to the Crown Prince.
"Greetings to His Highness the Crown Prince."
"No need for formalities." The Crown Prince walked over. "You are a year older than me, so I should call you elder brother."
"No, no, not at all." Song Xinian quickly waved his hand. "We all see His Highness's affection for Xixi, but we must not disregard propriety. After all, His Highness already has a wife."
The Crown Prince pursed his lips and pressed down on Song Xinian's hand.
"Whether it's Xixi's matter or what Father Emperor did to the Song family, I owe you all. Elder brother, you don't need to be reserved in front of me."
Song Xinian was clearly stunned, and after a moment, he spoke.
"Both thunder and rain are acts of imperial grace; Your Highness owes us nothing."
The Crown Prince sighed: "Father has become increasingly irrational in recent years. I am unable to enter the court and cannot influence anything. However, the Song family's affairs are my family affairs. I have been searching for evidence in my father-in-law's case from back then, and it is almost time to overturn the case."
Song Xinian smiled, but he wasn't as happy as the Crown Prince had imagined.
"Your Highness has worked hard. In fact, Father has been reinstated, so whether the case is overturned or not is no longer so important."
"This is Xixi's wish, and I will do it for her."
Song Xinian's expression shifted slightly, but he said nothing more.
The crown prince followed his gaze to the wooden shelf in the corner and casually asked a question.
"What's this?"
“This is a swing set that my wife and I built for our child more than two years ago. We only finished building it halfway before the accident happened at home.” A few soft lights appeared in Song Xinian’s eyes.
The crown prince was annoyed; he had chosen the wrong topic.
He remained silent for a while before tentatively asking, "When the weather gets better, should we send someone to move your sister-in-law's coffin back?"
Song Xinian raised his head, looked towards the northeast, but shook his head.
"No need, let's move after things settle down!"
As the two were talking, Song Xiping's voice came from outside the door.
"Big brother! Big brother!"
Song Xinian apologized and went to open the door.
Song Xiping was holding the hand of a four or five-year-old girl in one hand, carrying a large bunch of things in the other, and the basket on his back was also full.
The little girl was holding a half-eaten candied hawthorn skewer. When she saw the door open, she hurriedly hid the candied hawthorn skewer behind her back.
Song Xinian's face darkened.
"Qianqian!"
Song Qianqian was startled, and reluctantly took out the candied hawthorn and handed it to her father.
"I only ate two, Dad, I was wrong..."
The Crown Prince looked at the child who bore a resemblance to Song Xibai and suddenly thought of something.
When Qingqing's child is born, it should be just as cute as this child, right?
No, she's definitely cuter than her.
After all, he was born to me and my beloved.
The prince couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth again.
Song Qianqian got a scolding from her father and looked miserable. She wanted to play with her aunt, but she was stopped at the door.
The prince squatted down: "Your aunt is sleeping, don't wake her, okay?"
Song Qianqian looked at the unfamiliar man and tilted her head.
Who are you?
"I am your uncle-in-law."
Song Qianqian rolled her eyes and suddenly stretched out her hand and bowed.
"Greetings, Uncle-in-law. Qianqian greets you."
After performing the ceremony, she flipped one of her small hands over.
"Uncle-in-law, it's our first meeting, so you should give me a gift!"
The prince laughed heartily, took out a jade pendant, and handed it to her.
Song Qianqian was too young to understand the value of anything; she only recognized copper coins. So, she returned the jade pendant to the Crown Prince, holding up three tiny fingers.
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