Yang Ying at this ti already held the child, intending to place him next to Yun Jiao’s pillow.
Wanyan Zhang reached out and took the child, holding him in his arms, "You’re weak, let hold him."
He looked at Yun Jiao, his tone solemn, "Don’t worry, just rest well, I’ll protect our son."
He deliberately emphasized "our son" with extra weight.
Yun Jiao looked at him with a complex expression, her gaze paused montarily on the few blood marks on his hand, nodded slowly, and then closed her eyes.
The Princess beside couldn’t hold her expression any longer.
She asked herself, ever since Yun Jiao entered the mansion, she never touched a hair on her head, yet this woman guarded against her so.
If she were to do sothing, it wouldn’t be now!
Even more infuriating, what did the Prince’s words an?
Protect?
Is soone now trying to kill that child?
The Princess couldn’t bear it anymore, not even bothering to pretend to be generous, stord off with the nanny and maid.
Wanyan Zhang sat by the bed, looking down at the baby in the swaddle.
The little baby didn’t cry, his eyes like black grapes constantly turning, no one knows what he’s looking at.
He has never seen such a small baby, just feels extrely interesting.
Looking again at Yun Jiao on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, her expression peaceful and serene.
Wanyan Zhang suddenly had an illusion, the baby in his hands was his son, and Yun Jiao was his wife, they were a family of three.
A feeling of happiness surrounded him.
He sat by the bed holding the child for a long ti until Yang Ying ca over and whispered, "Prince, You Er probably needs to nurse."
Wanyan Zhang turned his head, whispered, "Where’s the nurse?"
Yang Ying bowed her head and said, "The girl said no need for a nurse, she’ll breastfeed herself."
Wanyan Zhang’s face suddenly suspiciously flushed a little, he put the child down, cleared his throat, "Take good care of him." Then he turned around and walked out.
Yang Ying then opened Yun Jiao’s clothes and brought the baby over.
The baby seed truly hungry, latching on eagerly, sucking vigorously.
Yun Jiao couldn’t help but exclaim "hiss—" in pain.
She suspected her son was biting her with teeth, but obviously, a newborn child doesn’t have teeth.
The sucking was just too painful.
Wanyan Zhang returned to the main yard, entered the study to begin writing a morial.
Since he said he would treat You Er as his biological son, he wouldn’t go back on his word, he was writing the morial to inform the emperor that a son has been born.
According to the rules, after the morial is submitted, if the emperor is interested, or to show importance to this grandson, he would bestow a na; if the emperor doesn’t bestow a na, the Imperial Clan Court would na the child according to rank.
Wanyan Zhang quickly wrote the morial, just waiting two days to submit it when he attends court.
That day after court, Wanyan Zhang dismounted at the second gate, and eagerly entered Yun Jiao’s room, sat by her bed, picked up You Er, and said with a smile, "Today I caught father in a good mood, he personally bestowed the na Wanyan Luo for You Er."
Yun Jiao was taken aback, followed by a mont of silence.
Her son’s surna is Jiang! Not Wanyan!
Wanyan Zhang saw Yun Jiao fall silent, and his previously good mood suddenly turned sour.
He looked at the little baby in his hands, even though he truly treated You Er as his biological son, Yun Jiao still couldn’t forget You Er’s biological father.
Wanyan Zhang felt a deep sense of defeat, he pursed his lips tightly, put down You Er, suddenly stood up, and walked briskly out.
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