After rebirth, I became a treacherous minister Black Moonlight

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

The cry was louder and longer than that of a normal newborn baby.

If you listen closely, it seems to carry a hint of accusation and grievance.

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

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

Lu Yuan merely hummed in response, glanced hastily at the wrinkled little fellow, and then looked away.

He bent down and kissed Meng Qianqian's sweat-drenched forehead: "You've worked hard."

With a pale face and slightly out of breath, Meng Qianqian said, "I want to see the child."

Lu Yuan: "No, you have to look at me."

Meng Qianqian: “…”

Lu Yuan snorted, "That brat caused your difficult childbirth. You should be grateful he didn't throw you out. What's so interesting about that?"

The little one cried even louder.

Meng Qianqian had a hard time giving birth, and after drinking some ginseng soup, she fell into a deep sleep.

Lu Yuan carried her to the next room gently, without waking her at all.

The midwife wiped the baby's body, dressed him in a little outfit sewn by Li Mama, and then skillfully wrapped him in swaddling clothes.

"Young master is quite handsome."

The midwife smiled and praised her.

This is not flattery.

She delivered countless babies, but this one was the most beautiful of them all.

"Not as pretty as the young lady, all wrinkled."

Banxia said.

"Wow——"

The little one, who had finally calmed down, burst into tears again.

Banxia frantically exclaimed, "You look good! You look good! You're not wrinkled! I'm wrinkled!"

How can such a small child seem to understand human speech?
The little guy was twitching, and his eyes were closed as if he had fallen asleep.

Banxia held him and secretly looked around. Granny Li and the midwife were busy and couldn't pay attention to her.

She whispered again, "Wrinkled."

Little one: "Waaah—"

This sound was clearly extremely loud.

Banxia was so startled that she almost dropped the swaddled baby in her arms.

As Granny Li tidied Meng Qianqian's clothes, she turned around, frowned, and asked, "Is the young master feeling unwell?"

Banxia shook her head vigorously, suppressing her guilty conscience, and said without changing her expression, "No."

After thinking for a moment, Granny Li said, "They must be hungry. Go and call the wet nurse."

Banxia felt as if she had been granted a pardon. She handed the little guy to Granny Li and disappeared in a flash.

"So handsome!"

Granny Li held the little one in her arms, and she loved him no matter how she looked at him.

The little guy stopped crying and fussing, and even proudly raised his chin.

Just like the stinky farts of Baozhuzhu.

“He’s not crying either. He’s much better behaved than your mother was when she was a baby. When your mother was born, she cried for three days and three nights. Oh dear, the old man had no choice but to have posters put up all over the streets saying, ‘Heaven is in turmoil, earth is in turmoil, my family has a crybaby…’”

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

As we all know, when elders hold a child, they assume that the child understands whatever they say, and they just keep talking nonstop.

Whether the little guy was sleepy or dizzy from being nagged by Granny Li, he fell asleep sweetly with his thumb in his mouth.

Shang Jue has once again become a grandfather. Even the stern and bloodthirsty war god has moments when he can't suppress his smile.

If it weren't for a pair of ears blocking the view, the grin would almost reach the back of his head.

The last time I was this happy was when my daughter, Xiao Jiu, was born.

And the time before that... that would be a lot more.

Every day spent with A-Yuan was extremely joyful.

“Ah Yuan hasn’t called me brother in a long time. One time isn’t enough; she needs to call me three times.”

At the governor's mansion, Shang Jue walked with an air of indifference, showing no regard for family or relatives.

After the little guy had eaten and drunk his fill, Zong Zhengxi and Zhou Nanyan came to see him.

"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine!"

The wet nurse hurriedly bowed.

Zong Zhengxi waved his hand.

The wet nurse glanced at Granny Li standing outside the door.

Aunt Li nodded.

She then placed the little boy in her arms in front of Zhou Nanyan. Zhou Nanyan excitedly poked the little guy's soft cheek: "You're Sister Meng's child! You're so handsome! Just like Sister Meng!"

Zong Zhengxi's eyes widened, utterly bewildered: "How is it similar? This is just a little old man—"

"His Majesty!"

Banxia was terrified and quickly tried to stop him.

Just as Granny Li was about to scold Banxia for her lack of manners, for shouting in front of the Emperor, she heard Zhou Nanyan scold, "Don't speak ill of the baby! The baby is just like Sister Meng! Just as beautiful as Sister Meng!"

After saying that, she looked at the little one with a smile, "Isn't that right, baby?"

Banxia noticed that the little guy's mouth, which had been half-puckered, closed up again.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, otherwise she would have lost her ear.

God knows, the little prince cries really loudly!

"Give me a hug."

Zhou Nanyan said.

"Yes."

The wet nurse carefully placed the baby into Zhou Nanyan's arms.

"It's very heavy."

Zong Zhengxi muttered to himself.

"No!"

Zhou Nanyan said.

She held the soft little guy in her arms, inhaling his sweet scent, and her heart melted.

The wet nurse smiled and said, "Your Highness is so good at holding him; the little master is very comfortable."

This is not just a polite remark.

Wang Rou cried when she held Wang Rou's son, but became quiet and well-behaved when she was in Zhou Nanyan's arms.

"How cute."

Zhou Nanyan snuggled up to the little one in her arms, clearly smitten.

The young emperor was neglected, and his beloved concubine now had eyes only for another young man.

"Why not just have one yourself if you like?"

He muttered in dissatisfaction.

How can I give birth on my own?

Zhou Nanyan blurted it out subconsciously.

He regretted it as soon as he said it.

This doesn't sound like a serious statement at all.

Granny Li quickly gave the wet nurse and Banxia a meaningful look.

The two men tactfully withdrew.

Inside the room were only Zong Zhengxi, Zhou Nanyan, and a little guy who was full but not sleepy, and even a bit energetic.

Zongzheng Xi cleared his throat and said seriously, "If you want a child, I will consummate our marriage after we return to the palace."

I learned a lot from the trip.

He is no longer that ignorant little child.

Zhou Nanyan blushed, hugged the little one, and turned her back: "Who wants to consummate our marriage?"

Emperor Zongzhengxi grew anxious: "You are my imperial concubine! You should consummate our marriage with me! I, I, I will choose you tonight!"

Zhou Nanyan stomped her foot: "Who cares if you choose me?"

Zongzheng Xi said without changing his expression, "I don't care, I'm going to overthrow it!"

Zhou Nanyan: "Don't flip through it!"

Zong Zhengxi: "Why?"

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

She couldn't give a clear answer.

Zong Zhengxi looked her up and down, and seeing her flushed cheeks, asked, "Are you shy?"

Zhou Nanyan immediately straightened her back: "What do I have to be shy about? I... I'm older than you, have you forgotten?"

Zongzheng Xi said, "So what? This isn't about who's older. I'll give you ten or eight sons..."

"Stop talking!"

Zhou Nanyan was so embarrassed that she bristled.

She walked to the door, held the swaddled baby firmly in one arm, and used the other hand to open the door.

Wow!
The daredevil squad that tried to sneak into the corner of the wall—Yu Zichuan, Qing Shuang, Shangguan Ling, Tan'er, Granny Wan, Lady Du, Banxia…—tumbled into the house like spilled beans, missing their target.

Zhou Nanyan: "..." (End of this chapter)