Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Emperor Yongwen did not have the princess brought out. Instead, he strode into the palace, his eyes filled with unusual tension, as he faced the child wrapped in a swaddle in the midwife's arms.

He stretched out his hands, his gaze fixed on the slightly wrinkled newborn Mingqi: "Give it to me."

The midwife glanced at Aunt Qiu subconsciously.

Qiu Yue nodded, and then slowly handed the child to the emperor, her eyes filled with panic, afraid that the emperor wouldn't know how to hold the child.

Emperor Yongwen glanced at her indifferently, and the midwife lowered her head and took two steps back.

"Ahhh."

The newborn baby, who was crying loudly, is still awake.

The little hand was clenched into a fist.

Stick it on your face.

Emperor Yongwen's brows relaxed, and he subconsciously began to speak to the child, his voice gentle: "Yes, Father."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Mingqi cried out, "Ya ya ya!"

No one knew what she meant, but seeing her excitedly moving her hands and feet, it was clear that she liked it.

Emperor Yongwen was overjoyed, as if he were a father for the first time: "He recognizes his father, doesn't he? Good child."

He held the child in his arms, raised him to his shoulders, and excitedly blurted out to the crowd, "He is my first son."

Mingqi responded to her father with two "ah ah" sounds.

She was so happy she wanted to dance with joy, but it was a real hardship for everyone present except the emperor and herself.

The palace servants and eunuchs all lowered their heads and bowed their heads; the emperor dared to speak, but they dared not listen.

What? The first son? The sixth prince and the seventh princess in the palace are all gone? Who dares to curse the emperor's children?

Aunt Qiu's heart was pounding like she was kicking a sandbag, so hard she didn't dare let it hit the ground.

The Emperor actually values ​​the princess so much.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to be happy or unhappy.

After all, the Empress had two other children who almost lost their status.

Wen Zhong was completely taken aback, but he quickly accepted it, glancing at the young prince out of the corner of his eye, wondering which of his godson he should send to the princess's palace.

This is a great spot, I have to claim it.

After Emperor Yongwen finished speaking, he also felt that his words had been inappropriate.

But what's said is said.

His gaze briefly swept over the child, then he thought of the child's mother: "How is the Empress?" He asked Aunt Qiu, who was standing beside him.

Aunt Qiu breathed a sigh of relief: "The Empress is unharmed, she has simply fallen into a deep sleep."

It's finally over.

"Hmm, order the imperial physicians to stand guard at Kunning Palace, just in case," he commanded.

Wen Zhong bowed: "Yes."

Then a junior eunuch went to convey the emperor's order.

The stench of blood from the recent childbirth still lingered in the air, but Emperor Yongwen showed no sign of leaving, continuing to hold the child in his arms.

I have no intention of giving it to anyone else.

Aunt Qiu felt uneasy; it was time for the baby to be fed.

As if on the same wavelength, Mingqi burst into tears.

The child's father was a novice, even though he had already had more than ten children. He looked at Wen Zhong with a flustered expression.

Wen Zhong: "..."

He has never had a biological child and has never been a father!

Aunt Qiu, with her experience, said, "Your Majesty, the little princess is probably hungry." She paused, then added, "Why don't we have the wet nurse take her down to breastfeed?"

The baby's wet nurse was already prepared.

Fearing they wouldn't have enough, I prepared four at once.

Emperor Yongwen lowered his head and asked softly, "Are you hungry?" Mingqi let out two more fake cries, but no emotion changed on his face.

"Naughty," he commented before reluctantly handing the child over to the wet nurse, saying, "Take good care of the young prince."

The usually composed wet nurse, Zhou, received the imperial heir from the emperor for the first time. Her hands were steady, but her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Yes."

She carried the little princess to the next room.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Emperor Yongwen's eyes as he realized that he had already wasted a whole morning and his memorial was still waiting for him.

He could only entrust Aunt Qiu with the task: "Take good care of the Empress and the young prince. I will come to see them again tonight."

"Yes, Your Majesty, rest assured, this servant will certainly live up to your expectations."

The palace attendants lifted the curtain, and the emperor went out with his entourage. But as soon as he stepped down the steps, Emperor Yongwen looked at the snow falling all around him, heard a cough, and turned around.

Quite a few people.

His concubines stood in the corridor by the entrance.

Why haven't they left yet? The emperor frowned. Wasn't this disturbing his child and empress's rest?

Seeing this, Wen Zhong explained, "Your Majesty, the empresses haven't seen the little princess yet." It was the correct title for the little princess, but the emperor called her "little prince."

That title, "Young Prince," is the correct one.

Emperor Yongwen remembered that, according to the rules, he should indeed wait until the Empress's child was born, meet her, and then leave.

But the rules weren't binding him.

"The children are eating, I don't have time to see them, let them go back." The emperor gave the order, turned and left. He had finished reviewing his memorials long ago and was ready to see his first son soon.

Wen Zhong walked a few steps over and conveyed the emperor's order.

His words were more tactful than the emperor's.

But the concubines, especially those with children, were already unhappy, because the emperor's voice was loud and clear.

They heard the words "first son" very clearly.

If the Empress hadn't just given birth, they would have insisted on demanding an explanation and asking the Emperor what constituted the "first son."

They wouldn't say such things to each other when they're picking a fight.

Wen Zhong ignored him and left.

The Imperial Concubine only snorted coldly. Facing Qiu Yue, who had come out to see someone off, she knew that the other party was the Empress's most trusted confidante.

She endured it all, but then she thought of her ten months of pregnancy and the fifth prince she had given birth to after teetering on the brink of death in the underworld.

It was so hard that she would cry whenever she thought about it.

"...The first child, hehe, I must come and see." To see what kind of child the Empress has given birth to, whether he has three heads and six arms.

She turned and left.

The palace servants who were holding umbrellas for her couldn't keep up with her pace, and snow fell all over her.

The imperial concubine walked on without paying attention, snowflakes falling in front of and behind her, like a great hero in the martial arts world about to overwhelm the mountains and seas.

Apart from her, everyone else, regardless of what they thought in their hearts, still went through the process with a gentle and caring expression.

The process led them to their own palace.

The gentle concern on his face was like snakeskin, shedding itself in the blink of an eye to reveal another layer of skin: a cold, expressionless face.

That night, the snow fell heavily, so much so that it shattered many teacups in the palace.

Changqiu Palace.

The palace of Emperor Yongwen's mother.

She was originally supposed to be present during the Empress's delivery, but a cold wind recently swept through and she caught a cold. Since pregnant women are weak during childbirth, she did not go.

But to everyone's surprise, the trusted confidant who was sent back described the scene after the delivery.

"What did you say? In his joy, the emperor called him 'my first son'?"

The Empress Dowager leaned against the soft couch, a book lying open on her dress, her eyebrows almost standing on end.

Her son actually said such reckless things.

The old woman was dressed in brown silk, her face as calm as it had been for ten years, but if you looked into her eyes, you could see a moment of helplessness.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I didn't expect this either..."

She was standing behind the emperor, intending to take a look at the young prince on behalf of the empress dowager, but she did not expect His Majesty to say such a thing.

For a moment, she was stunned and stood there in place.

She lost the chance to see the little prince again until his wet nurse took him away.

The Empress Dowager propped herself up on her arm, resting her head on her hand. Her expression shifted rapidly. "Quickly, brew the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. I need to drink it."

She needs to get better as soon as possible.

Go see the first son.

Go see her emperor son, see if he's still thinking straight.