Chapter 367 Her name is Yin'er
When Xiyan gave birth to a daughter, the Emperor and Queen of the South were overjoyed.
The entire Nanzhao Palace was in a state of excitement, filled with joy everywhere.
Despite her heavy body, Queen Nan Jiang Qingyue specially took a sedan chair and was carried all the way to Zhaohua Palace.
She stared at the two little ones lying side by side in the cradle, touched one's little face, kissed the other's forehead, looked at the two wrinkled little ones kicking their legs in the swaddling clothes, and her eyes turned into crescent moons with a smile.
"Look at these two kids. They came here on the same day. What a coincidence."
She looked up again at Xiyan on the east couch, then looked at Manluo on the west couch, smiled and shook her head.
It turned out that Manluo was originally in another bedroom, but when she heard that Xiyan was giving birth on the same day as her, she insisted on moving to her room to give birth with her.
Xiyan was also happy to have her to chat with, and the two of them just happened to be keeping each other company.
However, Manluo's shoulder injury still caused her a lot of pain. Fortunately, she was able to eat and drink, so she recovered relatively quickly.
Queen Nan looked at her daughter Xiyan and saw that although she looked tired, her breathing was steady. She then looked at Manluo, who was still sleeping soundly due to her shoulder injury, and only then did she feel relieved.
During the pregnancy period, Emperor Nan and the Xie Lan brothers, as men, were not allowed to enter the inner hall, but they still went to the outer hall every day to ask the palace servants about the two's physical recovery. During this period, the wet nurse also brought the two children out for them to see.
The Southern Emperor stared at his granddaughter, a pink and tender girl, and naturally liked her very much. Even the Xie brothers could not hide their joy.
They also attached great importance to the boy born to Manluo, and instructed the wet nurse to take good care of him. Whatever the little princess had, he must also have.
Xie Zhan looked at Manluo's child in the wet nurse's arms. He saw that the child was growing up day by day. The wrinkled appearance before had long disappeared, and the outline of the eyebrows and eyes became clearer and clearer.
As he watched, he felt inexplicably blocked in his heart:
The straight nose, the stubborn lip line when pursed, and even the slightly furrowed brows when asleep, all resembled Chu Jin.
Just as this thought came to his mind, he changed his mind:
Although he was Chu Jin's child, he was also the child that Manluo risked her life to give birth to, so her expression couldn't help but soften.
He stretched out his finger and gently touched the child's warm little face. Seeing the little guy smacking his lips in his sleep, a bit of genuine love finally appeared in his eyes.
Throughout the Zhaohua Palace, the cries of babies intertwined with the laughter of the crowd. The warm and joyful atmosphere dispelled the anxiety of the past few days. Even the sunlight outside the window lattice seemed to carry sweetness, quietly filling the room.
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Manluo was awakened by the baby's soft crying.
She struggled to open her eyes, her head still dizzy and the wound on her shoulder aching slightly, but she subconsciously looked towards the source of the crying.
Xiyan was lying on the soft couch opposite, holding the child and teasing him. When she heard the noise, she turned around and a gentle smile appeared in her eyes.
"Are you awake?" Xiyan looked fine, but her voice was filled with concern.
"How do you feel? Does the wound still hurt?"
Now, it has been more than ten days since they gave birth to the child. Manluo has been in a half-asleep and half-awake state because of her shoulder injury. Today, the injury on her shoulder has healed a lot, and she has also cheered up.
She was about to stand up, but was held down by the female doctor beside her:
"The girl still has a shoulder injury, so don't move around."
She had no choice but to give up. From a distance, she looked at the little baby in Xiyan's arms. The baby looked pink and tender, with big black eyes staring at Xiyan steadily. It was so adorable.
Manluo pulled out a weak smile:
"For someone who practices martial arts, this little injury is nothing. It just happened to happen to coincide with childbirth, which was like a near-death experience. I'm feeling much better now."
A few days ago, as soon as she woke up, she insisted on having sex with Xiyan, but later on, she was intermittent and didn't take a good look at Xiyan's child:
"Your baby daughter is so pretty. She's sure to be a beauty like you when she grows up. Have you given her a name yet?"
"Um."
Xiyan lowered her head and kissed her daughter's soft forehead hair:
"Her name is Yin'er. 'Yin' means soft yet strong, flourishing yet not arrogant, like grass growing in a spring pond, graceful beneath a forest, or lush green grass in a marsh, its flowers blooming in all their glory."
"Xiao Yin? Not bad, sounds good."
Xiyan interrupted sternly and corrected: "Xie Yin."
Manluo chuckled: "That's right. After all, her biological father isn't a purebred either."
Seeing that she was talking nonsense right after waking up, Xiyan turned her gaze to the rocking bed beside Manluo:
"Your son is awake too. He was kicking his legs just now."
Manluo followed her gaze and saw a fair and tender little guy lying on the bed. He was staring with his dark eyes, looking left and right, waving his little fists, not knowing who he was competing with.
Her heart softened, her eyes felt inexplicably hot, and she muttered:
"That little bastard has tormented me to the point where I'm almost dead... Come on, bring him over here and let me take a closer look."
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