Chapter 214 The Birth of a Son
"Hahahahaha! Good! Very good!"
Xiao Jingheng's loud laughter reached Song Zhao's ears from outside the palace.
From his tone, we can tell that he is very satisfied with this child.
When the laughter died down, Song Zhao saw Xiao Jingheng push the door open and walk in. He walked to the couch with a happy face and sat down. He took her hand and covered it, saying:
"Zhao'er, you have safely given birth to a precious son for me."
He did not hesitate to mention the word "noble son".
Her attitude was completely different from when Concubine Xiao gave birth to a snake fetus.
"Thank you for your hard work." He patted the back of Song Zhao's hand and whispered, "It was my fault for what happened today. You have to suffer this for no reason."
Song Zhao, who had just given birth, looked very weak.
But she still managed to force a smile and shook her head, saying, "Your Majesty, please don't blame yourself. Aren't my concubine and the child fine?"
"Yes, everything is fine!"
I don't know if Xiao Jingheng is too happy or if he is still drunk.
At the moment, his speech sounded a bit incoherent.
Song Zhao went into labor today during Xiao Jingheng's birthday banquet. Naturally, the female guests at the banquet also came to Changle Palace to check on the situation.
When the Queen and her concubines entered, Concubine Chen passed her by one step and walked in front of her.
Just as she saw Xiao Jingheng holding Song Zhao's hand tightly, treating her like a treasure and comforting her softly, she felt somewhat unhappy.
But she still suppressed her temper and said to Song Zhao calmly,
"Congratulations."
The Queen also said: "It is a great joy that Concubine Yi has safely given birth to a child. Seeing how happy the Emperor is, I am also really happy for Concubine Yi."
The concubines congratulated Song Zhao one after another, but there was only one person who hid in the corner and remained silent, but she was the one who attracted Song Zhao's attention the most.
Rong Yue stood at the door of the inner bedroom and did not move in.
She was tall and could stand out in the crowd by standing on tiptoe.
She only took one look at Song Zhao's haggard appearance, and tears welled up in her eyes.
I was afraid that if I asked her to say some words of congratulations, she would choke up.
Song Zhao knew in his heart that even if Rong Yue didn't say anything, she would definitely be worried sick after hearing the news of her sudden premature birth.
Amidst the congratulations, Jiang Deshun also said flatteringly:
"I congratulate His Majesty and His Majesty! Your son's birthday happens to be on the same day as His Majesty's. This is a great joyous event and a great blessing!"
Hearing this, Jamel Xiao smiled even more happily.
He asked someone to bring the child forward, and he and Song Zhao played with him.
Huipin also came forward and giggled at the little prince.
"This child is so beautiful! She looks like the emperor and Sister Song, and she is as white as a porcelain doll~"
She stretched out her hand to touch the child, but just as her fingertips touched the child's arm, she was startled and immediately withdrew her hand.
"Ah~ He's so soft, like cotton~"
Huipin herself was like a child, her innocent words making others laugh.
Xiao Jingheng also said: "Your sister Song has skin as white as snow and soft texture. This child is smart and picks out the good things of her parents. It makes people feel distressed."
Huipin smiled, "Sister Song has worked very hard to give birth to a son for the emperor. The emperor must reward Sister Song well~"
"Of course." Xiao Jingheng thought for a while, then raised his voice and issued an order:
"I am very pleased that Concubine Yi has given birth to a precious son. I will reward the entire Changle Palace with six months' salary, the former court will have a three-day holiday, and I will pardon the whole country."
As he spoke, he gently stroked Song Zhao's messy hair and said with infinite love:
"I will accompany you well these few days."
Whether it was the previous dynasty's rest and recuperation or the general amnesty, these were all considered supreme honors.
In the past, when the late emperor was in power, such treatment was only given when the empress gave birth to a legitimate son.
Although such a reward seems glorious, it is not satisfactory when you think about it carefully.
There were four vacancies for concubines in the palace, and everyone thought that if Song Zhao gave birth to a prince this time, Xiao Jingheng would be very pleased and would definitely promote her to the position of concubine.
But now it sounds like Xiao Jingheng doesn't seem to have this plan?
Everyone was somewhat surprised.
But only Song Zhao knew clearly,
The reason why Xiao Jingheng did this was probably another test.
He wanted to see whether Song Zhao was as indifferent to fame and fortune as she appeared to be.
Song Zhao showed no sign of strangeness, but instead smiled happily.
"To have the emperor accompany me, there is no better reward for me. Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Later, the imperial physician said that Song Zhaofang needed to rest more after giving birth.
Xiao Jingheng handed the little prince to the wet nurse and took him to the side palace to be coaxed, then left the inner chamber with the other concubines, and told Song Zhao that he would come to visit her early the next morning.
The crowd dispersed, Song Zhao gently stroked his deflated belly, still feeling that everything that happened today was just a dream.
Although this fantasy was originally woven by her:
Song Zhao had planned long ago to give birth to a son on Xiao Jingheng's birthday.
Her due date was at the end of September, just ten days away from Xiao Jingheng's birthday. The child was already full-term, and giving birth early would not cause any harm due to deficiencies in the fetus.
Qi Dynasty won a series of victories this year, Xiao Jingheng was very happy and would definitely drink a lot at the birthday banquet.
Song Zhao made an excuse to go out for some fresh air.
After leaving Tonghua Terrace, she deliberately wandered back and forth to delay time.
She knew how worried Xiao Jingheng was about her pregnancy, and if he hadn't seen her for a long time, he would definitely come to look for her in person.
He had drunk so much that his mind was somewhat unclear.
By then, if he had any physical contact with Song Zhao, Song Zhao would fall down and blame Xiao Jingheng for her premature birth.
In this way,
If this baby is a boy, he will be a noble son. He will also be born on the same day as Xiao Jingheng, which is a good omen for the protection of the Purple Star. With these blessings, this child will definitely have a bright future.
If the baby is a girl, it won’t matter.
Song Zhao just pretended to be weak for a long time after the premature birth, making Xiao Jingheng think that all this was to blame on him, and even more so that this man would pity her in every way.
Song Zhao had everything planned out clearly.
But there was one thing that was completely beyond her expectations...
So, there is such an unspeakable relationship between Rong Yue and Xiao Jingyan?
These two people are probably crazy.
In the Imperial Palace, if Song Zhao hadn't blamed Xiao Jingheng for her premature birth today, he would have discovered the secret between Rong Yue and Xiao Jingyan if he had taken a few steps forward.
Given Xiao Jingheng's face-conscious personality, if he found out about this, how could he leave them any chance of survival?
Song Zhao thought deeply and felt a headache.
Yunshan happened to bring in a bowl of medicine.
"My queen, this is a decoction from the Qing Palace. If you take it, you will be able to expel the placenta sooner."
Song Zhao took the bowl and patted Yunshan on the back of his hand.
"You did a great job today."
Yunshan said firmly: "With this servant here, no one can hurt the queen in the slightest!"
Song Zhao swallowed the medicine despite the bitter taste, and Xiao Fuzi handed her a piece of candied fruit with a very thoughtful look.
She took the candied fruit and put it in her mouth, then asked Yunshan, "What's wrong with that pair of scissors?"
"It doesn't look like the one I prepared."
Yunshan took out the scissors and presented them to Song Zhao, who then asked Xiao Fuzi to check if there was anything wrong.
After reading it, Xiao Fuzi frowned instantly.
"My lady, there is a lot of rust on the blade of these scissors! Because the color has been specially treated, it looks the same as the blade, so it is not easy to notice.
Fortunately, Yunshan was alert today and did not let the maid use the scissors to cut the umbilical cord for the queen. If she had used them... then the queen and the little prince would have been very likely to suffer from the seven-day wind..."
He slowed down, took a breath, and said in fear:
"The Seven Days Wind is a terminal illness that has no cure. Once infected, the person will surely die..."
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