Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 934 7: Consummation

At dawn, a loud cry pierced the sky, echoing throughout the entire mansion.

The cry was louder and more prolonged than that of an ordinary newborn.

Upon closer listening, it seemed to carry a hint of complaint and grievance.

"Congratulations, Grand Commander! Congratulations, Young Madam! It's a little boy!"

The midwife held the newborn baby, grinning from ear to ear.

Lu Yuan just hummed, glanced hurriedly at the wrinkled little fellow, and didn't look again.

He leaned down and kissed Meng Qianqian's sweaty forehead, "You've worked hard."

Meng Qianqian, pale-faced and panting slightly, said, "I want to see the child."

Lu Yuan: "No, you must look at me."

Meng Qianqian: "..."

Lu Yuan snorted, "That little brat caused you such a difficult labor. It's good enough we're not throwing him out, what's there to see?"

The little fellow cried even louder.

Exhausted from childbirth, Meng Qianqian fell into a deep sleep after drinking some ginseng soup.

Lu Yuan gently carried her to the next room, his motions so gentle that he didn't wake her at all.

The midwife wiped the little guy clean, put on the tiny clothes stitched by Nanny Li, and expertly wrapped him in a swaddle.

"The little young master is quite handsome."

The midwife complimented with a smile.

It wasn't just flattery.

She had delivered countless babies, and such a pretty one was truly the first.

"Not as good-looking as Miss, all wrinkled up."

Ban Xia said.

"Waaa—"

The little fellow, who had just quieted down, burst into tears again.

Ban Xia fumbled, "You're handsome! You're handsome! You're not wrinkled! I'm wrinkled!"

Such a small child, how could he seem to understand human speech?

The little guy hiccupped, closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

Ban Xia held him, sneaking peeks around, Nanny Li and the midwife were busy, not minding her.

She whispered again, "Wrinkled."

The little fellow: "Waaa—"

This cry was significantly loud.

Ban Xia was so startled that she almost tossed the swaddle in her arms.

Nanny Li, while tidying up Meng Qianqian's clothes, turned her head, frowning, "Is the little young master uncomfortable?"

Ban Xia shook her head like a rattle, suppressing her guilt, and replied with an unchanged expression, "No."

Nanny Li thought for a moment, "He might be hungry, go call the wet nurse."

Ban Xia felt like she was granted clemency, handed the little fellow to Nanny Li, and scurried away.

"Really handsome!"

Nanny Li held the little guy, admiring him more and more.

The little guy stopped crying or fussing, even raising his little chin quite proudly.

Just like Treasure Piggy's conceited manner.

"Not noisy at all, much better than your mother when she was little. When your mother was born, she cried three days and nights straight, oh dear, the old man had no choice but to post—'The heavens and the earth, I have a crying son at home...'"

She recounted Meng Qianqian's embarrassing past, her eyes overflowing with affection.

As everyone knows, when elders hold a child, no matter what they say, they act as if the child can understand, the conversation just keeps flowing.

It was unclear whether the little guy was sleepy or hypnotized by Nanny Li's chatter, but he sweetly fell asleep with his thumb in his mouth.

Shang Jue, promoted to grandfather once again, even the stoic Bloodthirsty War God had moments when he couldn't suppress a smile.

If not for his ears, his grin would have almost reached the back of his head.

The last time he was this happy was when Little Nine was born.

The time before that... there were many.

Every day spent with Ah Yuan was filled with joy.

"Ah Yuan hasn't called me brother for a long time, once is not enough, must be three times."

Shang Jue strutted out of the Governor Mansion, as if he recognized no kin.

After the little guy was full, Zong Zhengxi and Zhou Nanyan came to see him.

"Your Majesty, Noble Consort!"

The wet nurse hurriedly saluted.

Zong Zhengxi waved his hand.

The wet nurse glanced at Nanny Li standing by the doorway.

Nanny Li nodded.

She then carried the little young master to Zhou Nanyan.

Zhou Nanyan delightedly poked the little guy's soft cheek, "So you're Sister Meng's child, how pretty! Just like Sister Meng!"

Zong Zhengxi widened his eyes in confusion, "In what way? This is just a little old—"

"Your Majesty!"

Ban Xia was scared to death, hurriedly interrupting.

Nanny Li was about to scold Ban Xia for being disrespectful, how could she shout in front of the emperor, when Zhou Nanyan teased, "Don't speak ill of the baby! The baby looks just like Sister Meng! As good-looking as Sister Meng!"

With that, she smiled at the little fellow, "Isn't that right, baby?"

Ban Xia noticed the little guy's little mouth, which was already pouting, slowly withdrew.

She exhaled a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, otherwise, her ears would be finished.

Who knows, when the little young master cries, it's really loud!

"Let me hold him."

Zhou Nanyan said.

"Yes."

The wet nurse carefully placed the little guy in Zhou Nanyan's arms.

"He's quite heavy."

Zong Zhengxi muttered.

"No, he's not!"

Zhou Nanyan retorted.

She held the soft little guy, smelled the fragrance on him, and her heart melted.

The wet nurse smiled, "Madame Noble Consort really knows how to hold, the young master feels comfortable."

It wasn't just polite words.

The son of Mrs. Wang and Wang Daniu, when held by Wang Rou, would cry, but calmed right down in Zhou Nanyan's arms.

"How adorable indeed."

Zhou Nanyan cuddled the little fellow, completely enchanted.

The young emperor was left out in the cold, his beloved consort was now entirely focused on another little man.

"If you like, why not have one yourself?"

He grumbled discontentedly.

"How can I have one by myself?"

Zhou Nanyan blurted out instinctively.

She immediately regretted it.

How could it sound so improper?

Nanny Li quickly signaled the wet nurse and Ban Xia.

The two of them discreetly withdrew.

The room was left with only Zong Zhengxi, Zhou Nanyan, and a well-fed, not-at-all sleepy little fellow, who seemed quite energetic.

Zong Zhengxi cleared his throat and said solemnly, "If you want a child, once back at the palace, I shall share the bed with you."

After some time away, he had gained much knowledge.

He was no longer the ignorant child.

Zhou Nanyan's cheeks blushed instantly, as she turned away holding the little guy, "Who wants to share the bed with you?"

Zong Zhengxi grew anxious, "You're my noble consort! You're supposed to share the bed with me! I, I, I will grant you tonight!"

Zhou Nanyan stomped her foot, "Who cares if you grant it?"

Zong Zhengxi remained unfazed, "I don't care, I just will!"

Zhou Nanyan: "No granting!"

Zong Zhengxi: "Why not?"

Zhou Nanyan: "You... I..."

She couldn't come up with anything coherent.

Zong Zhengxi looked her up and down, noticing her blushed cheeks, asked, "You're not blushing, are you?"

Zhou Nanyan straightened her back instantly, "What have I got to blush about? I'm older than you, remember?"

Zong Zhengxi said, "So what? Is it about who's older? I can give you ten or eight sons..."

"Stop talking!"

Zhou Nanyan blushed furiously.

She walked to the door, securely holding the swaddle with one hand, and opened the door with the other.

Whoosh!

The eavesdropping daredevil squad—Yu Zichuan, Qing Shuang, Shangguan Ling, Tan'er, Nanny Wan, Miss Du, Ban Xia... fell into the room like spilled beans.

Zhou Nanyan: "..."