"I wouldn't dare, but the side hall next door probably can't be used as a study for Your Highness."
"I have drawn many pictures, including a baby rocking chair, a crib and so on. The baby is so small, it will definitely take up a lot of space when it is born, and Your Highness will have a lot of space."
Since the palace lanterns hadn't been drawn, Yue Jiang, having nothing else to do, drew some baby items. She then found a craftsman to make them according to the drawings, so the baby could use them after birth.
Originally, it wouldn't have bothered Jingyan, but the child would always cry and fuss, and Yuejiang didn't know if Jingyan could remain emotionally stable and stay with her and the child in Yichun Palace.
Jing Yan glanced at the paper in front of Yue Jiang. The drawings were of exquisite objects he had never seen before. He became interested and examined them closely, praising them repeatedly.
"Jiang'er, are all these things from the Yue Kingdom? I've never seen them before. They're quite nice."
Yue Jiang nodded in agreement: "Yes, people in Yue Kingdom love to prepare these things for newborn babies."
She picked up a drawing and began to explain.
"Your Highness, do you like it? This is a dining table with chairs attached. When our child grows up a bit, he can sit in it by himself, and the palace servants won't have to chase after him to feed him."
Jing Yan listened attentively to Yue Jiang's introduction, which was very thorough, but he was also puzzled and a little jealous.
"So, Jiang'er even thought of ways to make it easier for palace servants to take care of our children, but she just couldn't let me stay?"
Yue Jiang: "Your Highness, that's why I have no intention of sending you away. The palace servants can only take care of our children's daily needs. Children are not something that can be controlled at will. If they cry or make a fuss, can Your Highness bear it?"
Jing Yan stared silently at Yue Jiang's abdomen for a moment; he had never thought about this question before.
Yue Jiang noticed that Jing Yan rarely remained silent for so long, and thought to herself, "He really hit the nail on the head. I bet Jing Yan thinks the child will be well-behaved from birth."
Jingyan thought, "I can't keep crying and fussing like this. I can just soothe her."
Yue Jiang retorted, "Your Highness has ever coaxed a child before, so you know that just teasing a child is enough?"
Jing Yan: "..."
Of course he never coaxed her, not even when Jingyi was young, because he was busy with his studies and had little time to see her.
Occasionally, when Jingyi cried, the Empress Dowager would have Jingyi's wet nurse take her away and comfort her.
Jing Yan then understood what Yue Jiang meant: she was afraid that if he stayed here every day and the child cried, he would get annoyed and angry.
"I won't hate it. After all, I also look forward to this child, and I will personally teach this child in the future."
This is Jingyan and Yuejiang's first child, and he will cherish and love it with all his heart, regardless of whether it is a boy or a girl.
"Hmm!"
Jing Yan spoke sincerely, and Yue Jiang, who had initially been somewhat skeptical, wanted to speak up and let Jing Yan understand more.
Little did she know that the child in her womb was more proactive than she was, kicking her before she could even finish speaking.
"Is Jiang'er alright?" Ever since the baby in Yue Jiang's womb started moving, Jing Yan often saw Yue Jiang sometimes still and sometimes let out a soft groan, all because the baby in her womb was too active.
Jingyan was often surprised and delighted by this. He would worry that Yuejiang was uncomfortable, but he would also be happy because the child was very active.
He placed his hand over the spot where Yue Jiang had just pressed down, his eyes filled with tenderness and teasing.
"It seems the child trusts his father and has responded to him."
As Jing Yan spoke, he pressed his face against Yue Jiang's abdomen, and then, feigning mystery, made a series of "uh-huh" sounds in front of Yue Jiang's abdomen, as if carefully remembering some instructions.
Finally, he solemnly added, "When your father finds out, he will tell your mother. Grow up well, and next time you kick your mother, don't kick her suddenly and hard. Your mother will panic, and your father will be scared too."
Yue Jiang chuckled, "Your Highness, you're really good at making things up. Even if the child could hear us talking, he wouldn't understand what we mean."
Jing Yan looked up and smiled: "How could I not understand? Didn't the child just feel sorry for his father? He said he couldn't live without his father and begged his mother not to send him out."
"I don't believe it," Yue Jiang said arrogantly, a smile already playing on her lips. Jing Yan was still the same; if he wanted to make up a lie, he could do it one sentence at a time.
Jing Yan didn't rush to refute Yue Jiang. He rolled up the long sleeves on his wrists and placed his palm on Yue Jiang's abdomen.
Jing Yan's palms were burning hot, and the heat quickly transferred to Yue Jiang's skin through her clothes.
Then Yue Jiang heard him muttering to himself, "My child, my child, your mother thinks we're lying to her. The opportunity to clear your father's name is right in front of you."
"If Father is right, give Mother a little kick in the belly and tell her that you don't want Father to leave."
Yuejiang also likes to talk to the baby in her womb in private. Sometimes the baby does react, but there are often times when she talks for a long time and the baby in her womb doesn't move at all.
She had just been kicked hard, so the chances of the child kicking her again were extremely small. Yue Jiang watched as Jing Yan was humiliated.
As she waited, suddenly, Yue Jiang felt a gentle movement in her abdomen, like a small fish gently flicking its tail on the surface of a river, creating ripples that seemed to caress her.
At the same time, Jing Yan also sensed it. He gently tapped his fingertip towards the source of the noise, indicating that it was time to quiet down.
Yue Jiang placed her hand back on her abdomen, her beautiful eyes filled with surprise and slight suspicion.
"Your Highness, have you been learning something from Shang Yu behind my back? Why is the child so obedient to you now?"
Jing Yan was actually gambling. At worst, the child wouldn't react, but he did something "foolish" to make Yue Jiang laugh.
But he really didn't expect the child to give him so much face. A smile appeared on his lips, and his words were tinged with a hint of pride.
“Shang Yu is just a doctor, without a wife or children. What can I learn from him? At least,” he pointed to Yue Jiang’s bulging belly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“I am truly worthy of the title of Father.”
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