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When Song Feiwan found out she was pregnant, the baby was still very small. Counting the days, she realized it would be nine months before the child was born. In other words, the baby in her belly was hardly more than a tiny bean and did not affect her mobility at all. The only pregnancy symptoms she experienced were an increased appetite and drowsiness. As a doctor herself, she understood the situation well and didn’t take it too seriously.
However, Xiao Yu treated the news as if it were a grave emergency. That very day, he summoned the royal physician to oversee her care and arranged for a midwife to be on standby, along with a dozen attentive maids to assist her. Song Feiwan couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. “I can understand calling for a physician, but bringing in a midwife seems a bit premature, doesn’t it? And as for the maids, I have enough capable people around me; I don’t need this many.”
Usually, Xiao Yu would listen to her, but this time he insisted on his own plan. “The midwife has decades of experience; she can monitor your condition at any time. As for the maids, you can use them if you need them or let them wait around. The courtyard is spacious enough; we won’t run out of room.”
That was true; the size of Beichen Courtyard was almost comparable to that of the Song residence. Unable to argue with him, she ultimately agreed to keep everyone.
Following her previous experience in treating patients and some knowledge she had gathered, Song Feiwan diligently took care of her pregnancy. First and foremost, she was cautious about what she ate—both for safety reasons and to avoid gaining too much weight too quickly. The baby was still small; overeating now would only add to her own body.
Moreover, given the underdeveloped medical conditions of ancient times, she couldn’t opt for a cesarean section if complications arose. If the baby's head circumference became too large during delivery, both mother and child could be at risk—there was even a chance of losing both lives. How could she afford to be careless?
Thus, she personally crafted a meal plan and instructed the kitchen on what to prepare. She strictly controlled her daily food intake. Besides that, she didn’t neglect her medical practice or the management of her household.
She even devised an exercise plan for herself, allowing for light walks or jogging as appropriate. This shocked Xiao Yu, who asked seriously, “Are you sure that’s wise? I haven’t seen you eat much yet you’re running around everywhere. What if you disturb the pregnancy? When I was young in the palace, I saw consorts who were pregnant barely step outside.”
Song Feiwan had anticipated this concern and began explaining scientific principles of prenatal care to him. “Being completely inactive poses many risks—like high blood pressure and high cholesterol; severe cases can even lead to fetal demise or lower limb necrosis.” Hearing this made Xiao Yu even more anxious.
His eyelids twitched as he said solemnly, “Why not consider terminating it while it’s still early? We can decide not to have any more children later.” Although he had known there were risks associated with pregnancy, he hadn’t realized how significant they were.
He had never been fond of children; if having one would harm her health or even endanger her life during childbirth, he would rather not have a child at all. As long as she was safe and sound, that was enough for him.
Song Feiwan laughed lightly. “What are you saying? Now that we’re expecting, it means we have a connection with this child. How can we just say we don’t want it?”
Pregnancy could be arduous and fraught with danger, but with so many people caring for her and being a doctor herself, she would constantly monitor both her health and that of the fetus. If the baby was positioned correctly and didn’t grow too large, delivery should pose no danger.
Seeing Xiao Yu still frowning deeply, she stepped closer and smoothed his furrowed brow while gently coaxing him. “It’s alright; I’m truly aware of what I’m doing. Don’t worry—if you pass your anxious feelings onto me, it will negatively affect my health too.”
Moreover, they shouldn’t speak negatively about their baby just because it was still small; how sad would that make him feel if he sensed it? They needed to convey their excitement about his arrival.
Xiao Yu gazed at her for several seconds before pulling her into his embrace with a sigh of resignation. “I can never win an argument against you.”
Song Feiwan smiled as she stroked his hair. Xiao Yu wasn’t unable to argue; he simply valued her too much and wanted to consider things from her perspective so that she wouldn’t feel burdened. As long as she was happy, he felt content.
For the first three months, they couldn’t share a bed due to traditional customs. Xiao Yu had endured this for some time already and had been longing for her presence. Now that she touched him lightly, his desire surged almost exponentially.
He lowered his head, wanting to kiss her lips. However, before their lips could meet, Song Feiwan's expression suddenly changed. She forcefully pushed him away, turning her head to the side and dry heaving.
Xiao Yu's face darkened. He gently patted her back with one hand while the other brought over a cup of warm water. "Feiwan, are you okay? Drink a little?"
Song Feiwan raised her hand and waved it dismissively, indicating that she was fine. After calming down for a moment, she straightened up, but just as she took a breath, her expression changed again, and she shifted to the side.
Xiao Yu felt a bit hurt. "Is my scent that unpleasant?"
It wasn't that Song Feiwan's stomach was churning; it was genuinely uncomfortable. She managed to say two words before closing her mouth again. After breathing in fresh air for a while, she felt slightly better. She hadn’t actually vomited anything, but her mouth tasted bitter, so she took the cup and sipped some water.
"I used to really like your scent," she said. "Really, before I got pregnant, I would lean in close to smell your cheek."
Xiao Yu's mind flashed back to that moment, and his eyes darkened. "Then what is going on now?"
She tried to explain in terms he could understand: "The child is a combination of our blood; your blood has entered my body and triggered my body's defense mechanism. So there's a saying that morning sickness is your blood trying to kill me."
Because of the pregnancy, her hormone levels were unstable, making her prone to emotional fluctuations. As she spoke, she began to feel sad, and her eyes turned red.
Xiao Yu couldn't focus on anything else at that moment; he reached out as if to hold her close and comfort her but remembered that she currently disliked his scent and had to lower his hand instead. "Nonsense! How could I ever want to harm you? I love you too much."
Song Feiwan looked at him with such pitiful eyes that it made his heart race with confusion. Whenever it came to her matters, he always lost his rationality and couldn't think straight.
"How long will this situation last?" he asked, not wanting to see her suffer like this.
"It's hard to say; some people have morning sickness until they give birth."
"Does that mean ten months?" Xiao Yu's eyes widened slowly.
The joy he felt when he learned of her pregnancy was now replaced with regret.
"Feiwan, I'm sorry," he said with a mix of pain and bitterness.
Song Feiwan huffed twice. "I’m magnanimous; I won’t hold it against you."
Xiao Yu couldn't help but chuckle. "Thank you for your generosity, my Consort."
Song Feiwan smiled along with him.
When a woman is pregnant, there isn’t much a man can do. He couldn’t feel the hardships she endured. But as long as he could stay by her side—tolerating her, loving her, willing to listen to her troubles and empathize with her discomfort—she would feel much better in her heart.
From that day forward, Song Feiwan's morning sickness hit hard. Her tastes changed drastically; she had no appetite and often dry heaved. She felt weak and lethargic, constantly sleepy and emotionally unstable—so many trials that nearly transformed her into someone else.
Sometimes when the discomfort surged, she couldn’t help but think how nice it would be if she weren’t pregnant. But she never voiced those thoughts.
Deep down, she understood that she held profound expectations for this child. She didn’t want the baby to think that his mother hated him; she didn’t want him to feel sad.
Xiao Yu, a man known for his ruthless and cold-blooded nature, displayed an unparalleled patience when it came to her. He was accommodating and yielding in every situation, never showing anger no matter how much she tested him. When she directed him to go east, he never once ventured west.
After three months filled with ups and downs, laughter and tears, her early pregnancy symptoms finally eased. However, as she entered the second and third trimesters, new challenges arose. The entire experience of carrying a child was a mix of pain and joy.
Finally, the day had come for her to give birth, and the entire household was bustling with activity. Xiao Yu had cleared his schedule days in advance, staying by Song Feiwan's side without leaving her for a moment. The palace even sent people to check on her condition; Rong Shu had dispatched half of the Imperial Medical Bureau to assist.
In the delivery room, midwives were ready to help Song Feiwan give birth while maids brought in basin after basin of hot water. Xiao Yu wanted to stay close to her during the process, but she firmly refused to let him witness her in such a vulnerable state, so he remained outside.
As the pain intensified, Song Feiwan lost all sense of rationality, unable to contain her cries. Each sound that reached Xiao Yu's ears twisted his heart; he genuinely wished he could bear this agony for her. Throughout the pregnancy, he had been involved and understood the suffering she endured while carrying their child.
Even before the baby was born, he had made up his mind: regardless of whether it was a boy or girl, this would be their only child in this lifetime. As it was Song Feiwan's first pregnancy, labor was not quick. Most of the time was spent on dilation; from the first pangs of pain to full dilation took an entire night.
When labor officially began, it was already dawn the next day. Under the midwife's guidance, within half an hour, she successfully delivered the baby. The midwife joyfully exclaimed, "Congratulations, Your Highness! It's a handsome little boy!"
After cutting the umbilical cord, a maid quickly cleaned up the newborn and wrapped him in swaddling clothes. The midwife brought the baby over and placed him beside Song Feiwan's pillow; with just a slight turn of her head, she could press her face against his.
When he first cried out, his voice was strong and clear; now he had fallen asleep. Weighing only six and a half pounds, he was tiny—like a little hairless monkey. From his features alone, it was evident that he was Xiao Yu's child; no wonder the midwife praised him as handsome.
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