The Regent's Tender Darling

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"Hua'er, don't be angry with me. I don't take concubines anymore. I won't take them anymore. You will be fine." After saying these words with a trembling voice, he suddenly became angry: "Where is the imperial doctor? They are all... …”

Listening to Yan Nanchen's almost deafening voice, Lin Qinghua no longer had the energy to speak.

Yan Nanchen was also angry about this premature birth because last night, Yan Nanchen said that he would marry Lin Jiaojiao as his concubine. After he became the emperor, Lin Jiaojiao would be the concubine and she would be the queen.

She was unwilling to let Yan Nanchen marry Lin Jiaojiao. She even wanted to wait until the regent was defeated and send Lin Jiaojiao back to Hangzhou so that Lin Jiaojiao would never appear in front of Yan Nanchen for the rest of her life.

With a sister like her who is a queen, Lin Jiaojiao will not have a bad life no matter where she is, even if she becomes a widow, as long as she does not appear in the capital.

"I will do my best." Although the imperial doctors were helpless, they could not say anything to displease King Duan at this time.

Yan Nanchen looked at the several imperial doctors kneeling on the ground and his forehead veins were throbbing with anger. If the imperial concubine hadn't been able to hire an imperial doctor to ensure her pregnancy, he wouldn't have hired these "quack doctors"!

He couldn't help a woman give birth to a baby, so he comforted Lin Qinghua and left the room. As soon as he left the room, before he had time to go down the steps, he saw the Taiping Taoist walking slowly. .

Yan Nanchen's blue clothes were mostly stained with blood. The man who originally looked like Yushu Linfeng was now in a very embarrassed state.

Taoist Taiping handed over a bottle of medicine. Yan Nanchen was stunned. After taking the medicine, before asking, Taoist Taiping said, "Dissolve this medicine in warm water and let the princess take it. It will keep the mother and child safe."

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―――Half an hour later.

"Give birth, give birth! Give birth! It's a little prince!"

Po Wen's voice was loud enough to be heard outside the courtyard, but the baby's cry seemed faint.

Yan Nanchen had been waiting outside and had no time to change his dirty clothes. When he heard the news of the birth, he was so happy that he almost couldn't stand still.

Entering the house, the house was almost tidied up. The child was washed and wrapped in soft swaddling clothes. The nanny who had been invited long ago was holding the child. Seeing Yan Nanchen come in, she wanted to take the child to Yan Nanchen. Look at Nan Chen.

However, Yan Nanchen almost didn't think about the child. He first looked at Lin Qinghua, whose eyes were still open.

Po Wen said: "Congratulations to the prince on your son. Mother and son are safe."

Hearing the words that mother and son were safe, Yan Nanchen breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and patted Lin Qinghua's hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Lin Qinghua was just panting, looking like a drowned chicken, her face looked very bad, and she was limply letting the maid serve her.

"Your Majesty, look at the young prince." The wet nurse found an opportunity to come over.

Yan Nanchen took one look and was startled. Is this red and wrinkled mouse-like one his son?

Is his son a mouse?

As soon as this idea came to mind, I was immediately disgusted with it, and it was all evident on my face.

Seeing Yan Nanchen's disgust, the nanny smiled and said, "The baby is like this when he is born, and he is a premature baby. It will be better if he grows longer."

Perhaps he had never seen a baby before, but Yan Nanchen only felt that this child would look wrinkled when he grew up, and it didn't look like his son.

"Your Majesty, the young prince's mouth looks just like yours." Mother Luo said with a smile.

Yan Nanchen frowned more and more. He stared at the little guy for a moment and then turned away: "Take it, take it. Show it to me when you grow up."