Lu Zhao paused in his steps.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty! It's a little prince!"
"Her Majesty is in good health, and the baby is in the correct position. The delivery is much faster than expected!"
Lu Zhao glanced at the red-faced baby in the swaddling clothes, not even getting a good look at him, before he rushed into the delivery room and came to the bedside.
"Xi'er!"
Upon seeing Gu Chaoxi lying peacefully in bed, Lu Zhao's pounding heart gradually calmed down.
"Does it hurt? Are you tired?" Lu Zhao felt like he had said something pointless after he finished speaking.
He held Gu Chaoxi's hand tenderly and kissed it, saying, "Xi'er, you've worked so hard."
"Your Majesty, have you seen our child? Who does he look like?" Gu Chaoxi asked him softly, still in relatively good spirits.
"I saw it, she's very good-looking, just like you."
Lu Zhao asked the midwife to bring the baby over, and he and Gu Chaoxi looked down at the baby together.
A red, wrinkled child.
The two, who had just become parents, were unusually silent together.
"What makes you think he looks like me?"
Seemingly understanding his mother's disapproval, the little prince opened his mouth wide and began to wail loudly.
"Give him to me, I will hold him."
The midwife carefully placed the little prince into Lu Zhao's arms.
As soon as he was in Lu Zhao's arms, the little prince, who had been howling loudly, stopped and nestled quietly in Lu Zhao's big hands, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.
A strange feeling rose in his heart, and Lu Zhao found the little one much more pleasing to the eye.
“He is our child, and I will love him no matter what he looks like.”
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