Chapter 113 Mother and Child are safe
The harrowing night finally came to a complete end with the arrival of dawn.
Although the fire in the main courtyard of the Regent's Palace had been extinguished, the smell of burnt food and blood lingered for a long time. In order to provide a good environment for the Princess and the newborn prince to recuperate, Shen Jin had someone prepare a quiet and secluded East Warm Pavilion overnight and moved the mother and child there.
Three days later.
Inside the East Warm Pavilion, a warm fragrance wafts through the air, a scene of tranquility and peace.
When Jiang Mianmian woke up, she felt as if her whole body had been run over by a truck; every part of her body ached. Her stomach, in particular, felt empty and had a dull ache.
"hiss……"
She gasped softly, trying to turn over.
"Don't move."
A deep, hoarse voice, even trembling slightly, rang in my ears.
Shen Jin stayed by the bedside the whole time.
He barely slept for the past three days. His usually spotless brocade robe was now wrinkled and rumpled, and stubble had sprouted on his chin. His eyes, which were usually as deep as the sea, were now bloodshot. He looked both haggard and tense.
Upon seeing that Jiang Mianmian had woken up, Shen Jin seemed to suddenly come to life, and he grabbed her hand with surprising force.
"You're awake? Where does it hurt? Is it your wound that's painful?"
He bombarded him with questions, his eyes darting around like a child who had done something wrong.
Jiang Mianmian felt a pang of sadness when she saw him like this.
This idiot...
[How did you manage to get yourself into this state? Anyone who didn't know better would think he was the one who gave birth.]
"I'm not in pain..."
Jiang Mianmian shook her head weakly, her voice hoarse, "Where's the baby? I want to see the baby."
"Here it is."
Shen Jin turned around and carefully picked up the little one wrapped in golden swaddling clothes from the cradle beside him. His movements were stiff, as if he were holding an extremely fragile bomb, and he even held his breath.
Jiang Mianmian leaned closer to take a look.
After a few days of "growing up," the little guy's red wrinkles have faded a bit. Although he still looks a bit like a little monkey, the cleverness in his eyes is now unmistakable. Right now, he's fast asleep with his eyes closed, blowing little bubbles.
"So ugly."
Although Jiang Mianmian said she was disgusted, her eyes were full of tenderness. "But... she's kind of cute when she's ugly."
Shen Jin placed the child beside her, and looking at the two of them, the tension that had been building for three days finally snapped.
He suddenly leaned down and buried his head in Jiang Mianmian's neck, his shoulders trembling violently.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Mianmian asked, startled. "Why are you crying?"
"Oh dear, don't cry! You're the Regent! If word gets out, what will become of your reputation?"
"Mianmian..."
Chen Jin's voice was muffled, heavy with nasal tones and lingering fear, "I'm not having any more children."
"ah?"
"We're not having any more children."
Shen Jin raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on her, his tone resolute as if he were about to swear a poisonous oath, "In this life, one is enough. I will never have any more children."
The scene from that night became a recurring nightmare for him.
Flames, blood, screams.
There was also her pale face, her heart-wrenching screams, and her weak breath that almost took her away from him.
That's terrifying.
The fear of losing her at any moment was more despairing than facing thousands of troops on the battlefield. He would rather die a hundred times himself than see her suffer like that again.
Do you know?
Shen Jin grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face. "When the imperial physician said you might have a postpartum hemorrhage, I wanted to kill someone."
"I want to kill everyone in this room, I want to tear a hole in God's head."
"What use is this empire, this child, if I don't have you?"
Jiang Mianmian was stunned.
Looking at the incredibly fragile man in front of her, she felt as if she had been filled with a jar of honey, so sweet it was almost cloying, yet also a little heartbroken.
[Silly look.]
[Giving birth is always painful, but... if it makes you this nervous, then the suffering wasn't in vain.]
"good."
Jiang Mianmian reached out and touched his prickly stubble, smiling indulgently, "I'll do whatever you say. If you say we won't have any more children, then we won't."
[One heir is enough. Why would I want another one to steal my snacks?]
Hearing her inner monologue, Shen Jin burst into laughter through her tears.
He took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and regained some of his usual composure.
Are you hungry?
He brought over the chicken soup that had been kept warm on the stove. "The imperial physician said to eat small, frequent meals. This soup has been skimmed of oil; please try it."
Jiang Mianmian was indeed hungry.
She opened her mouth and took a sip. Although it was a bit bland, it was very fresh.
"Calm and cautious."
"Um?"
"I want to eat... braised pork hock."
Shen Jin paused, then coldly refused: "No. I'm still in my postpartum period, so I can only have soup."
"Then...fried chicken?"
"no."
"Then... Mala Tang?"
"no."
Jiang Mianmian was in despair.
This is unbearable! This is like being in jail!
I want to escape from prison! I want to eat meat!
Just then, the little one next to her seemed to sense her mother's resentment and suddenly burst into tears.
He has a strong voice and a loud tone.
Shen Jin hurriedly put down the bowl and picked up the child: "What's wrong? Did you wet yourself? Or are you hungry?"
He expertly checked the diaper, then said to Jiang Mianmian with a serious expression:
"No urine. He must be hungry."
Where is the wet nurse?
“The wet nurse is in the side hall. But…” Shen Jin looked at Jiang Mianmian, his eyes filled with anticipation, “The imperial physician said that colostrum is the most nourishing. Would you like to… give it a try?”
Jiang Mianmian blushed.
[Breastfeeding?]
[This is so embarrassing! And... it will sag!]
But looking at the little one in my arms, whose face was red from crying, the instinct of blood ties still overcame my shame.
"Give it to me."
She took the child and awkwardly unbuttoned her clothes.
Shen Jin did not avoid it, but sat down to the side, blocking the wind from the doorway with his body, and watched everything with gentle eyes.
Seeing the child finally stop crying and eat heartily, Jiang Mianmian felt a wonderful feeling she had never experienced before.
This is life.
It was the root she planted in this other world.
"Calm and cautious."
"Um."
"Shall we give him a name?"
Shen Jin looked at the little mouth that was sucking hard, and then at Jiang Mianmian's still somewhat pale face.
He hesitated for a moment, then slowly uttered two words:
"Chen An".
"install?"
“Yes.” Shen Jin held the hands of the mother and son. “Peace and safety. I don’t ask him to achieve great things or become famous. I only ask that he… live a peaceful, joyful and smooth life.”
I also hope that his mother will live a peaceful life.
Jiang Mianmian read it twice.
【Chen An...it's a bit simple, but the meaning is good.】
[But... now that I have a formal name, shouldn't I choose the nickname?]
Looking at the child's chubby cheeks, a thought flashed through her mind:
"Then let's call her... Tuantuan!"
"Tuantuan?" Shen Jin frowned. "What do you mean?"
"Because he looks like a rice ball! Plump and white!"
Jiang Mianmian said confidently, "Besides, it's auspicious for the whole family to be reunited!"
Actually, it's because I want to eat glutinous rice balls...
Shen Jin: "..."
He looked at his son, who was not even a month old, and was being used as a food substitute by his own mother. He silently lit a candle for him in his heart.
"good."
Shen Jin nodded helplessly, "Let's call her Tuantuan."
Outside the window, the sunshine after the rain was exceptionally bright.
Inside the house, the family of three finally found true peace and tranquility.
However, looking at Jiang Mianmian's bright, darting eyes, Shen Jin knew that this was only temporary.
After she finishes her postpartum confinement...
The Regent's Palace is probably going to be in chaos again.
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