He Yunchu hadn't finished his scolding: "Besides, what does it have to do with him whether he is a son or a daughter? I don't call him daddy."
Sister Xiang looked sideways: "If you don't call him dad? Then who should you call him?"
"I have thought about it. Since the little girls in the city admire me so much, then I will simply let them admire me more. My child does not need a father. A mother is enough."
She didn't want to fight for power anyway. Wei Siyun himself was still a prince, and Wei Lin was not confused. It would probably have to wait for many years for Wei Siyun to succeed him.
Sister Xiang didn't understand what she was thinking. She had clearly taken a step forward and reached the position that everyone in Fufeng envied now. Why did He Yunchu ask for nothing at all?
If you make more money as a shopkeeper, how can you have the ease of being a princess?
Being respected and worshiped everywhere, you have prestige and dignity, and you don’t have to worry about money.
Even the stoic Lin Qingning in the past has now become a princess fighting for power.
Everyone said she was filial to the emperor, but did the world really not know that?
Her brother is willing to surrender to Wei Siyun, and she is deeply favored by the emperor. No matter what the situation is in the future, she will definitely not be too bad.
On the other hand, her ancestors were quite good. They ate all day long and sent people to the southeast, northwest and northwest to find food.
It seems that he has made up his mind to raise the child in his belly as a piglet.
What kind of power and position is not as good as a piece of cake in her eyes?
Sister Xiang couldn't help but feel a little worried. This child was destined to be extraordinary. If He Yunchu didn't fight for something, she was afraid that the prince would be in trouble sooner or later when he married a new wife.
She earnestly advised: "You can't be the shopkeeper for the rest of your life. You have to think about your child. It would be fine if it were a girl, but what if it was a boy? He lives in the imperial city and knows that his father has a high position, but
He wants to be an ordinary citizen, do you think he is willing to grow up?"
He Yunchu's expression changed slightly.
It's not that she hasn't thought about these things, it's just that she has never been unreasonable and doesn't think too deeply about them.
But she still had the same idea that she would not share a husband with a group of women.
Nor would he let his children share a father with others.
She stroked her belly, and the little one inside seemed to be feeling something, and the fetus moved a little.
When she felt the fetal movement for the first time, she felt very magical and very excited.
That day had just entered summer, and Wei Siyun was also there.
He Yunchu asked someone to build a grapevine trellis in the Liuting Pavilion, and placed a chaise longue underneath. She would lie on it when she was free.
He was kicked in the stomach unexpectedly, and He Yunchu was a little confused at first.
But soon the little guy started kicking again. She covered her mouth and miraculously shouted: "He's moving!"
This sentence attracted Mu Feng who was watching on the roof, and also caused the book in Wei Siyun's hand to fall to the ground.
Mu Feng: "Who is who? Who is moving? Where? Level one alert!"
He Yunchu smiled extremely happily and pointed at his belly: "Here, he, the little bastard kicked me!"
Maybe it was because He Yunchu's smile was too dazzling, or maybe it was because the child in his belly could move, which shocked him a lot.
Anyway, it took a while for Wei Siyun to come back to his senses and slowly put his hand on He Yunchu's lower abdomen.
"It didn't move anymore." He Yunchu boasted again: "It moved twice, but I didn't move the first time - it moved again!"
Wei Siyun felt it this time. His hand placed on He Yunchu's lower abdomen felt a small impact.
There was no movement at all, but the moment it swelled, the palms of my hands felt slightly warm.
That kind of heat did not dissipate from He Yunchu's soft abdomen for a long time.
He was also stunned for a long time.
If in the past, heirs were just a symbol, Wei Siyun only knew that He Yunchu would give birth to his first child in his belly.
But I have never thought about what this child looks like.
But now, everything seems to have become concrete.
He couldn't help but wonder, what would it be like to give birth to such a small child?
like me?
Or like He Yunchu?
Will she be as lovely a girl as I thought?
He Yunchu inexplicably saw Wei Siyun's eyes turning strangely red, and she wondered: "What's wrong with you?"
Perhaps the mother has been pregnant for ten months, and her acceptance of the child has gradually grown as her belly has grown, and she has become accustomed to it.
But the father is different. Only when he feels that his child is in the palm of his hand can he truly feel a sense of responsibility.
Parental responsibilities are inherently different.
Wei Siyun's feelings for this child should be much more complicated than He Yunchu's.
With such complicated thoughts, He Yunchu said calmly: "Actually, I know that for Wei Siyun, this child came at the wrong time."
Sister Xiang didn't understand: "What?"
"He is still a prince now, and the queen's relatives are watching him. The emperor's thoughts are unclear. He doesn't have much power of his own. Having more children at this time means he has multiple weaknesses."
He wants a daughter, but he probably also doesn't want his son to fall into other people's plans prematurely.
Daughters are much better. Since ancient times, there have not been many women in power.
Only when you are not afraid can you be protected and grow up well.
It was rare to see He Yunchu's eyebrows filled with sadness. After hearing this, Sister Xiang was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
Parents love their children and have far-reaching plans.
She thought of the child she had not lost, and how could she not be frightened when she was pregnant?
I'm afraid that he'll be born in bad health, that he won't be able to eat well, that he'll be afraid of this or that.
It turns out that Wei Siyun was not joking when he said he wanted a daughter, it was because he felt he was not capable enough to protect a son.
"Then..." Sister Xiang asked an embarrassing question: "What if he is really his son?"
He Yunchu took a deep breath: "I have told Wei Siyun a long time ago that he will not miss this child. If he succeeds in his great career and takes the throne legitimately, he will marry another woman, and naturally most people will be willing to give it to him.
He gave birth to a prince."
Regardless of male or female, He Yunchu will raise him well as soon as he is born.
"What about you?"
Are you really raising a child alone?
Easier said than done?
Nowadays, neither the government nor the people are stable. She has to live alone with her children. How can she talk about such a simple thing?
What's more, if it's really a boy, can he avoid this by hiding here?
What Wei Siyun wants to fight for is the throne, not a simple petty official.
"I will leave Fufeng." He Yunchu raised his head and looked at the sky: "It is good here, but you will inevitably get tired of it if you stay for a long time."
Sister Xiang was stunned for a moment.
Did it turn out that He Yunchu had no intention of staying in Fufeng from the beginning?
"You want to leave?" Sister Xiang murmured, "Where can you go?"
"The world is vast and the mountains and rivers are vast. Where can't I go? I have always wanted to walk slowly, practice medicine, and be a more relaxed person. The harem is not suitable for me, and I have never thought about dragging Wei Siyun down."
A harem is not for me.
She wanted to leave, wanted to leave Fufeng.
The two of them crossed the threshold and entered, but they couldn't hear clearly what Sister Xiang was saying.
Mu Feng and Cai Bing looked at each other.
The two of them carefully looked at Wei Siyun's face.
They stood in the shade at the corner, with Wei Siyun holding a pastry in his hand.
They are freshly picked pears in autumn, freshly cooked in the palace's small kitchen.
I made someone angry last night, so he brought me here to comfort him.
But now, who is coaxing whom? This chapter has been completed!