Feng Yue: “…”

What did this mean? So daughters were considered truly his own, while sons were picked up from somewhere? How pitiful was Qi’er! His father had given him that sarcastic name “Yin Yang Peculiar,” and refused to let him change it, but now upon dreaming of a daughter, he was seriously choosing a name.

Grabbing Guanzhi who was nearby, Feng Yue asked tremblingly: “Does His Majesty prefer daughters?”

Guanzhi fell silent, thought very seriously for a moment, then answered: “His Majesty probably just prefers you more.”

Blushing, Feng Yue became embarrassed and angry, kicking out: “Where did you learn such nonsense!”

“Behave yourself,” said the man lowering his head to read, frowning: “Are you not taking your pregnancy seriously?”

Glaring at Guanzhi, Feng Yue gracefully withdrew his leg, then leaned on his back and asked with a grin: “Have you found any good names?”

Yin Gezhi shook his head slightly, sighing: “Gold is insufficient to show her elegance, jade cannot express her nobility. I’ll search slowly, there’s no rush.”

After speaking, he thought for a moment, reached back to touch Feng Yue’s belly, and said seriously: “However, we can’t delay preparing other necessary things. Guanzhi, are the wet nurses and midwives ready?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Guanzhi smiled: “Along with the princess’s future cradle, swaddling clothes, and garments—everything has been prepared according to your instructions.”

Remembering the treatment when Qi’er was born, and seeing the tender expression on his face now, Feng Yue almost doubted whether Qi’er was truly Yin Gezhi’s flesh and blood! Even favoritism shouldn’t go this far! Shouldn’t normal royal families honor princes above all? What was wrong with His Majesty? Did he just prefer daughters?

Yin Gezhi continued flipping through the book, seriously considering names for his future precious daughter, completely ignoring the strange glances beside him.

Thus, this character book became a common sight in the emperor’s hands. When court officials discussed important matters and military situations with him, Yin Gezhi leisurely flipped through the book while casually responding to them.

If his casual responses hadn’t been so reasonable and serviceable as battle strategies, the group of elder officials would have been furious long ago. What was so interesting about a character book? How could a dignified emperor be so casual?

However, the flames of war with Wu quickly subsided, and they sent envoys seeking peace. While Qiao Tangjie and others were angry, what could they do? Emperor Xiao of Wei had no Empress Dowager above him to show filial piety to, no ministers below to restrain him, and the only person who could make him listen—the Empress—had hung a sign forbidding outside officials from disturbing her at the palace gates! Though the emperor seemed distracted, he hadn’t neglected state affairs, and Wei was growing stronger day by day. They couldn’t even accuse him of being too devoted to the Empress, as she had no relatives interfering in politics and was wholeheartedly guiding the emperor on the right path.

They couldn’t find a single fault! But it was still irritating! Why did other emperors have to deal with countless daily affairs, chaotic harems, and constant court disputes, while Yin Gezhi’s reign was so easy? He seemed to do nothing, delegating everything to his officials had only the Empress in his harem, and every court official was obedient and worry-free!

Had all the Yin clan’s centuries of blessings been concentrated in him alone?

Even more irritating was that General Feng and the Princess, who had married earlier, still had no children, while he was about to have his second child!

The second pregnancy was full-term, and Feng Yue waited calmly in the chamber to give birth. Though Yin Gezhi was nervous outside, the thought of having a clever and lovely little princess still kept a smile on his face.

“I’ve chosen the name—Luo’er. I’ve checked her horoscope, it’s very auspicious, indicating a life of wealth, nobility, peace, and freedom from worries.”

Beside him, Nanping asked curiously: “Then what about Qi’er’s horoscope?”

The emperor fell silent, while Guanzhi beside him gazed wordlessly at the sky. Lingsu, both amused and exasperated, pulled Nanping aside and said: “Princess, His Majesty never had the young prince’s horoscope calculated. The Imperial Astronomer used his original name for the calculation. Though they said the original name had good fortune, His Majesty still wouldn’t change it.”

“How can this be?” Nanping was stunned: “Does Brother not like children? Then why has he prepared so much this time?”

Look at everything prepared outside—the softest baby clothes, exquisitely embroidered tiger-head shoes, and auspicious-patterned swaddling clothes. How complete everything was.

Lingsu pursed his lips and whispered in Nanping’s ear: “That’s because His Majesty believes the Empress is carrying a daughter.”

“A daughter?” After thinking for a moment, Nanping’s expression also softened: “Daughters are good. Daughters are considerate.”

Hearing this, Yin Gezhi looked at Nanping with appreciation, his eyes clearly saying: As expected of true siblings!

Nanping laughed. Just as she was about to speak again, a “Waa!” cry came from inside the room.

“Eh? Who’s crying?” Startled, Nanping stared wide-eyed: “The Empress hasn’t given birth yet, how can another child be crying here?”

Yin Gezhi didn’t explain, striding directly inside. As Nanping stood confused, Feng Ming whispered beside her: “Didn’t you hear about when the young prince was born? The Empress is remarkable—she doesn’t make a sound when giving birth.”

What? She’d already given birth? Nanping was shocked and immediately lifted her skirts to go inside.

Feng Yue was more experienced this time, and his body was in better condition. Though pale after giving birth, he was still conscious. Seeing Yin Gezhi enter, he couldn’t help but grin. If it weren’t for the pain below, he would have been rolling around on the bed laughing.

“What’s wrong with Sister-in-law?” Seeing his expression, Nanping asked in surprise: “What’s so funny?”

Pointing at Yin Gezhi holding the baby, Feng Yue laughed until tears flowed.

Everyone turned to look and saw His Majesty with a gloomy face, holding a loudly crying bundle, grinding his teeth.

“Congratulations, Your Majesty,” the midwife happily knelt: “It’s a little prince!”

“Pff!” Lingsu couldn’t hold back and turned to embrace Guanzhi, laughing heartily. Nanping also laughed. Seeing her brother’s frustrated expression, she shook her head: “Children come by fate, how can you get what you want? A prince is good. Your throne needs an heir, don’t look so gloomy—how will the Empress feel seeing that?”

“No, no, no,” Feng Yue laughed while drawing in sharp breaths, holding his belly: “I don’t feel bad at all. Thinking of all those things prepared outside, I’m quite relieved—this prince won’t be treated poorly by His Majesty.”

“Those things outside were prepared for a little princess!” Yin Gezhi said with a black face: “As for this one, someone goes find a piece of old cloth, that’ll do to wrap him up!”

“Hahaha!” Everyone burst into laughter.

Despite his complaints, Yin Gezhi still held the bundle tenderly, and didn’t really use old cloth but properly wrapped him in swaddling clothes and placed him beside Feng Yue. Then he looked at her with deep grief: “Is it so difficult for me to have a little princess?”

Feng Yue grinned and reached out to pat his head: “There, there, let me recover, and I’ll give you a princess later.”