The baby was born very quickly.
In the past few months, Yan Heng has been more concerned about Jiang Tian's health than she has been, and he has consulted many imperial physicians.
Yan Heng already knew exactly how to ensure a pregnant woman's safe delivery.
He's the kind of person who does what he says.
Because of his decisive actions, he stepped forward while others hesitated and eventually ascended the throne.
Jiang Tian was treated like a soldier by him, and no matter how much she pleaded, it was useless. He had to watch her train every day.
Fortunately, there were some positive results.
Jiang Tian gave birth to the child in less than two hours.
The child's cries were loud and clear.
The palace servants congratulated Yan Heng on the birth of his son.
This is Yan Heng's first prince, his status is very important.
When Yan Heng waited outside the door, he looked expressionless, as if he were an old monk in deep meditation.
By the time the child was born, his back was covered in cold sweat.
With stiff steps, Yan Heng stepped into the inner room.
Jiang Tian was in surprisingly good condition. When she saw him coming over, she reminded him, "You should go out quickly, there's a strong smell of blood here."
Yan Heng didn't go out or say anything. He just held her hand and looked at her for a long time before finally managing to say, "You've worked hard."
Jiang Tian's eyes were filled with a clear smile: "They are not only your children, but also my children. If you want to express your gratitude, then take good care of us."
Yan Heng nodded.
He wasn't very good at expressing his feelings, especially after a woman had risked her life for him; his emotions piled up, creating an indescribable feeling.
People who have never experienced family affection in their daily lives have always treated procreation as a custom that everyone should follow.
After all, it's impossible for an emperor not to have children.
Only now has he begun to vaguely feel the joy and responsibility of being a father.
It wasn't just for the sake of continuing the family line; it was because it was their child.
Because of this woman, he had a child with whom he shared blood.
Yan Heng held Jiang Tian's hand the whole time, watching her slowly close her eyes and fall asleep, but he still didn't want to let go.
The emperor was overjoyed to have a son, and all the civil and military officials were naturally delighted.
Yan Heng made some big moves recently, demoting a group of people and promoting another group.
The officials were even more careful and kept their heads down.
But they had already chosen sides, and Yan Heng had ascended the throne, so they could only endure as his subjects.
Now that Yan Heng is in charge of the world, the people live in peace and prosperity, the wars have long been quelled, and it seems that peace will continue for a long time to come.
In that case, the significance of this child's existence would be immense.
At least the officials felt relieved, but of course, along with that relief, their minds also began to wander.
The Emperor already has his first prince, so how far away can his second prince be?
The desire to have the emperor select concubines suddenly rekindled.
Yan Heng received many memorials, but ignored them all.
Jiang Tian has finished her postpartum confinement. She took such good care of herself during that time that her skin was so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it. She smelled wonderful and felt soft and delicate, making her look incredibly delicious.
Yan Heng had been a monk for so many days, and he was actually about to lose his temper.
But he first went to the imperial physician and asked for some contraceptives.
Yan Heng was somewhat apprehensive about having his first child, and he did not consider having a second one in the short term.
After a long period of inactivity, one can't settle down.
Yan Heng's eyes burned with rage whenever he looked at Jiang Tian during dinner. After everyone else had left, he stayed up late into the night alone, making a ruckus.
Jiang Tian's limbs were already weak.
Although they had only known each other for less than two years, they had the air of an old married couple.
Seeing him pester her again, Jiang Tian pushed him away and uttered a single word: "Hot."
There's no heat in autumn, but Yan Heng insisted on holding her in his arms before he would stop.
Jiang Tian finally gave in, only warning him: "Then you are not allowed to lay a hand on me."
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