Chapter 115 The Stay-at-Home Dad Arrives
Since the young prince was given the formal name "Chen An" and the nickname "Tuan Tuan," life in the Regent's Palace has become even more... "interesting."
This "flavor" isn't just the aroma of braised pork hock wafting from the kitchen, but more importantly—
The smell of milk, and the occasional burst of... the smell of feces and urine.
Inside the warm pavilion of the main courtyard.
Jiang Mianmian was lying on her side on the couch, holding a storybook in her hand, eating melon seeds and watching the play.
Beside the cradle opposite her, Regent Shen Jin, who had once been decisive and ruthless in the palace without even flinching, was now facing the greatest challenge of his life.
"Wow--!!!"
Suddenly, the little girl in the cradle burst into a loud cry, her face turning bright red, and her chubby little legs kicking wildly in the air.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Shen Jin panicked instantly, dropping the small wooden sword he was holding. "Hungry? Or cold?"
He reached out to touch the child's face, but Xiao Tuantuan avoided it in disgust, and the crying only grew louder.
"Your Highness..."
The wet nurse stepped forward cautiously, sniffed, and said, "The young master is probably...damp."
It's diarrhea.
These two words were like a spell, freezing Chen Jin in place.
He looked down at the little ball of flesh that was still howling, and at the faint, indescribable smell wafting from it.
The radar of meticulous cleanliness instantly went off with alarms.
who is he?
He is the powerful regent! He is a meticulous man with severe mysophobia, who will change his clothes if they have even a speck of dust on them!
Let him handle...that thing?
"Your Highness, let me do it..." The wet nurse tried to step forward and take over.
"Wait a minute."
Shen Jin took a deep breath, his face was a little pale, but his eyes were unusually firm, "I... came in person."
"puff--"
Jiang Mianmian, who was watching the show, almost spat out her sunflower seeds.
[Hahaha! Shen Jin, you're going to change the diapers yourself?]
Are you sure? Those hands of yours, which once held a sword, can handle this delicate work? Don't treat your son like a bomb!
[And...you're a germaphobe, bro! You'll throw up! You definitely will!]
Hearing her thoughts, Shen Jin turned around and glared at her fiercely.
Whom do you look down on?
He can command thousands of troops with ease, so how could a mere diaper possibly stump him?
"This is my son."
As Shen Jin rolled up his sleeves, he mentally prepared himself, "I don't mind. Absolutely not."
He walked to the cradle, extended two fingers, and carefully pinched one corner of the swaddling clothes, his movements so cautious as if he were dismantling a mechanism that could explode at any moment.
“Shadow One,” Shen Jin said in a deep voice.
"Your subordinate is here!" Ying appeared at the window, looking equally tense.
"Get...get that thing," Shen Jin instructed. "Warm water, cotton cloth, and...clean diapers."
"yes!"
Everything is ready.
Chen Jin held his breath and unwrapped the little baby's swaddling clothes.
An even stronger aroma wafted over.
His brow twitched violently a few times, and his stomach churned.
[Hold on! Shen Jin, you better hold on!]
This is my own child! My own child!
He gritted his teeth and began cleaning his son with a damp cotton cloth.
Little Tuantuan seemed to feel more comfortable, and his crying gradually subsided, but he was clearly a restless child. Just as Shen Jingang removed the soiled diaper and was about to put on a new one—
"puff--"
A crisp sound.
A warm liquid, tracing a perfect parabola, splashed directly onto Shen Jin's handsome and unsuspecting face.
The entire room fell silent.
The wet nurse was so frightened that she knelt on the ground.
Yingyi silently turned away, her shoulders trembling violently.
Jiang Mianmian laughed so hard she collapsed onto the couch, pounding the bed and laughing uncontrollably.
[Hahaha! Boy's urine! Fresh, warm boy's urine!]
[Chen Jin, you've finally met your match! This is incredibly nourishing! It's good for your beauty and complexion!]
Look at his face! It's turned green! Really green!
Chen Jin stood stiffly in place, glistening water droplets clinging to his face, sliding down his high, straight nose.
He slowly closed his eyes.
At that moment, he wanted to kill someone.
I want to throw this little brat who dared to piss on his face out.
"Your Highness..." the wet nurse trembled as she handed over a handkerchief, "Please...please wipe yourself..."
Shen Jin took the handkerchief, but did not wipe his face.
He first took a deep breath, and then, in a very strange way... he smiled.
There was no anger or disdain in that smile, only a sense of helplessness and indulgence born from utter despair.
"Good lad."
Shen Jin wiped his face and looked at his son, who was grinning at him with a satisfied expression after urinating. "You're not even a month old and you dare to ride on your father's head and act wildly? Wait until you grow up, and see how I deal with you."
After saying that, he didn't wash his face. Instead, he lowered his head and, though his movements were clumsy, he changed the baby's diaper with exceptional gentleness and carefully wrapped the baby in swaddling clothes.
The whole process was smooth and effortless, showing no trace of her usual obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Jiang Mianmian was stunned.
Oh my god...
Is this still the same Chen Jin who would complain about a cup being touched by someone else being dirty?
[Calmly changing a diaper with his face covered in baby urine? Is this the power of fatherly love? It's amazing!]
Once everything was settled, Xiao Tuantuan fell asleep comfortably.
Shen Jin then walked to the basin, washed his face, and changed his clothes.
He sat down next to Jiang Mianmian, his body carrying the fresh scent of soap from a recent shower.
"Have you laughed enough?" he asked her helplessly.
Jiang Mianmian suppressed a laugh, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek:
"I didn't laugh! I was moved! Your Highness is truly amazing! Not only can you bring peace and stability to the country, but you can also change diapers!"
"What do you call this? This is what you call being presentable in the living room and at the toilet!"
Shen Jin's face darkened.
Go to the outhouse? What a ridiculous analogy!
"but……"
Jiang Mianmian poked his chest, "Is your mysophobia really cured?"
Shen Jin glanced at the sleeping little one in the cradle, a soft light flashing in his eyes.
"It's not cured."
He held Jiang Mianmian's hand. "It depends on the person."
"I still look down on others."
"But for him, and for you..."
Shen Jin leaned closer to her and whispered, "Even if it's excrement and urine, I... would gladly accept it."
Jiang Mianmian blushed.
[Although these words are touching, they're... really disgusting!]
Who wants to discuss poop and pee with you?!
"Alright, alright, go wash your hands!"
Jiang Mianmian pushed him away, "You smell!"
Shen Jin smiled and stood up.
Although I was in a mess just now, and although my son sprayed my face with saliva.
But he suddenly felt that this kind of life, full of everyday life and even a bit of the smell of excrement, seemed... much more reassuring than sitting on that high and mighty regency throne.
Daddy is here!
Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) cured.
This once arrogant man finally stepped down from his pedestal for the sake of his family.
Of course, this realization might be more convincing if he hadn't secretly washed his hands ten times with mugwort water after changing the diaper.
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