"I don't favor boys over girls. I'm telling the truth. It must be a son!" Helan Ya tilted her head and said seriously, while looking at Zhong Zhiling's indescribable expression, and then said proudly, "I know you want a girl, so you have to flatter me more in normal times. Maybe if I'm happy, I can only give you a big fat girl next time!"
Zhong Zhiling was busy shaking his head and said, "No need, no need! I love my son the most! I don't like any fat girl!"
Helan Ya's eyebrows immediately raised: "...How dare you say that I favor boys over girls!"
"Yaya, no matter whether you are pregnant with a boy or a girl, even if it's just a winter melon, we will only have this one," Zhong Zhiling said lovingly, looking at the dark circles under the girl's eyes. "Yaya, you don't know how sad I feel when you have leg cramps and cry out in pain at night. So, Yaya, from now on, I will never let you suffer again."
"Brother Ling, having children with you is not suffering at all. It is obviously the happiest thing in the world. You don't know how sweet my heart is when you massage my waist and legs every day," Helan Ya said with red eyes and a tearful expression. Zhong Zhiling was afraid that she would cry with excitement, so when he was about to comfort her, he saw Helan Ya glaring at him again, "No! Zhong Zhiling, who did you say was pregnant with winter melon? Do you have the ability to make me pregnant with winter melon? Huh?!"
Zhong Zhiling: “…”
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The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month of the 34th year of Jiasheng.
Lunar New Year's eve.
Yongzhou.
Prince Hui's Palace.
"The left side is a little higher! That's right, that's right!" A young man, who was covered tightly in a white fox cloak with only his eyes showing, stood in front of the crescent-shaped door and kept pointing and gesturing at Liao Chongwu who was pasting Spring Festival couplets. "Hey, hey, hey! Your right side is too low again. Go up a little bit. That's enough! Put it on quickly!"
Liao Chongwu pasted the Spring Festival couplets banner as instructed, then bent down to pick up the other couplets from the ground, picked up the small bucket of paste and walked out.
"Let me help you carry it!" The young man saw that Liao Chongwu's hands were red from the cold, so he hurried over to help Liao Chongwu carry the paste. However, as soon as he stretched out his hands from the white fox warm sleeves, Liao Chongwu glared at him several times. He had to put his hands back immediately, muttering in dissatisfaction, "I'm not a grown-up girl! You wrap me from head to toe all day long. If you don't know, you would think I'm a woman in confinement!"
It was none other than Zhong Ming'e.
"If you don't want to wrap yourself from head to toe, then you better not catch a cold," Liao Chongwu said, his face immediately sulked when he heard him say this, "Who was it a few days ago who kept complaining about the bitterness of the medicine and said that he didn't want to get sick again?"
"Alright, alright! Got it!" Zhong Ming'e was annoyed when he mentioned this. He didn't know that Liao Chongwu would teach him a lesson whenever he got the chance. He walked forward angrily, but when he heard the footsteps behind him stop, he stopped awkwardly as well. Then he walked back to the screen wall reluctantly. Seeing Liao Chongwu applying paste on the wall, Zhong Ming'e was a little puzzled. "Do we have to put up Spring Festival couplets on the screen wall as well?"
Zhong Ming'e knew nothing about these things. From childhood to adulthood, every New Year's Eve was the most stressful time for him. He had to get up early and go to the palace to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager, his father and the ladies of the various palaces. He also had to offer sacrifices. To show respect, he dared not even drink a sip of soup before that. If Liao Chongwu had not secretly handed him a piece of cake every time to fill his stomach, he would have fainted from hunger.
They just made it to the New Year's Eve dinner, a time when ordinary families were having the most fun. However, they, the princes, had to sit upright, keep a decent smile on their faces, and be ready to answer their father's questions at any time. No matter how hungry they were, they dared not eat too much of the delicacies in front of them. They just made it through the midnight hour, and when it was time to send their father back to the palace, they felt as if their waists were broken and their faces were stiff from smiling. Others were fine, but Zhong Ming'e, the prince who had been sickly since childhood, suffered greatly. Every time, Liao Chongwu had to support him so that he could barely leave the palace.
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