The wet nurse understood immediately. She steadily supported the prince, who was wrapped in a soft, cloud-like brocade swaddling cloth, and walked slowly to Qin Qianluo with small, deliberate steps.
She bowed slightly, displaying the infant prince in swaddling clothes to Qin Qianluo, her movements filled with respect for the royal bloodline.
Sure enough, Qin Qianluo's attention was instantly drawn to the adorable, cute little baby.
Her expression, which had initially carried a hint of helplessness and teasing, was instantly replaced by boundless tenderness and affection.
She seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and involuntarily bent down slightly.
Strands of hair fell gently with her movements, a few stray strands landing beside her fair cheeks, making the soft light in her eyes shine even brighter.
Her lips curved upwards, forming a sweet arc, and her smiling eyes were as bright as the crescent moon in the night sky, full of endless love.
I couldn't help but stretch out my fingers, which were slender and long, and the movement was as gentle as the softest breeze in spring.
Afraid of disturbing the little life in the swaddling clothes, she gently hooked the little prince's small, lotus-root-like hand.
Strangely enough, the two children seemed to know the love and care people had for them, as evidenced by their loud cries at birth, which announced their arrival in this world.
She's been quiet and well-behaved all this time, neither crying nor making a fuss.
Their faces, as pink and tender as ripe peaches, their eyes tightly closed, their eyelids occasionally fluttering slightly, as if they were having a sweet dream.
She smacked her lips every now and then, as if savoring the sweetest taste in the world; she looked incredibly cute.
It makes people feel happy just looking at them, and they wish they could carefully present all the beauty in the world to them, just to win a pure smile from them.
According to the wet nurse, the prince was the first to break through the darkness and enter the world, and his first cry seemed to play the symphony of life.
The princess, with an air of elegance and composure, arrived slowly into this world full of love and anticipation, arriving a little later than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Although the two children were premature, their rosy complexions, like the morning glow, and their powerful little fists when they waved were remarkable.
Judging from the little feet that occasionally wiggle happily, they are all very healthy and lively, with exceptionally strong vitality.
It's as if they are showing the world their tenacious vitality and their boundless curiosity about the world.
Even though Qin Qianluo saw such a reassuring scene, she still felt a little worried. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of barely perceptible anxiety flashed in her eyes.
She lowered her head slightly without making a sound, her hair falling down to cleverly conceal her movements.
Silently reciting it in my heart, the sound was as light as willow catkins in spring, drifting away with the wind.
Feng Qingyun instantly understood, and countless fine rays of light, invisible to the naked eye, shot out from its body like stars.
With extremely precise angles, like a fine spider web, they meticulously examined the bodies of the infant and the empress from all angles, leaving no blind spots.
A few seconds later, after Feng Qingyun confirmed that the baby and the empress's vital signs were all within the normal range and there were no potential risks, Qin Qianluo was finally relieved.
She let out a long sigh of relief, a sigh that seemed to carry away all her previous worries and tension, dissipating with her breath.
A relieved and contented smile appeared on his face, his shoulders relaxed and he was completely immersed in an atmosphere of peace and joy.
On the horizon, the last magnificent sunset glow was gradually swallowed by the twilight.
Night fell like a vast black silk ribbon, spreading out gently yet irresistibly, enveloping the entire palace.
As the last rays of sunlight faded, the glazed tiles on the palace eaves gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a hazy outline, as if softly sighing at the end of the day's splendor.
Qin Qianluo sat by the carved window in the Empress's bedroom, holding a cup of still-warm fragrant tea in her hands, and was talking softly with the Empress.
I glanced up casually and looked out the window at the sky, which was tinged with the darkness of night. I thought to myself, it's getting late.
She gently set down her teacup, rose, and with graceful steps, slowly walked to the Empress. Then, she slightly bent her knees and elegantly performed a standard courtly curtsy.
Her voice was gentle and pleasant, yet carried a perfectly appropriate hint of apology: "Your Majesty, it is getting late, and I should return now."
"Today, in Your Majesty's palace, I have received your many acts of kindness and favor, which I will remember in my heart and am deeply grateful for."
Upon hearing this, the Empress's eyes, which had been filled with smiles, instantly flashed with a deep sense of reluctance. Her gaze was like a star twinkling in the night sky, containing a glimmer of light and a lingering affection.
She subconsciously leaned forward and reached out her hand, as if trying to hold onto Qin Qianluo and prolong their time together a little longer.
But as she was about to speak, reason reminded her that there was no suitable reason to force her to stay.
Helpless, she could only sigh softly and turn her gaze to the head maid who was quietly waiting to the side.
This head maid has served in the deep palace for many years, and the years have not left many marks on her face. Instead, they have given her a calm and dignified temperament.
She was meticulous in her work and had a keen mind, making her the Empress's most trusted confidante.
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