bayedsolid Chapter 245 "My son must surpass your son!"
Chapter 245 "My son must surpass your son!"
Inside the west wing, the infant's piercing cries, like sharp weapons, shattered the oppressive atmosphere of the room. The cries grew louder and louder, like surging tides, wave after wave, causing a painful strain on the eardrums.
Su Wan'er, however, remained as still as a wooden or clay sculpture, completely ignoring the crying. Her brows were furrowed, as if a knot had formed between them, and her eyes were fixed on the doorway, filled with unease and panic.
Her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her fingers turning white from the force, and she murmured, "God bless, Lin Qianqian gave birth to a girl, please let it be a girl..."
The baby's cries grew louder and louder, irritating Su Wan'er. She turned around abruptly, glared at the baby, and roared, "Cry, cry, all you do is cry! You little brat, can't you shut up for a minute?!" But her roar did nothing to stop the baby's crying; instead, it made the cries even louder.
Su Wan'er trembled with anger, stomped her foot heavily, and complained, "Where did that wretched girl Huan'er go? She hasn't come back to the inner room yet. The child is crying so hard, is she hungry? She's driving me crazy!"
She gave a soft groan, filled with reluctance yet utterly helpless. She slowly walked to the bedside, plopped down, and reached out to pick up the baby.
Her movements were stiff and awkward, and she kept muttering, "I must have owed you something in my past life. You keep crying, and if you keep crying, I'm not going to take care of you anymore!" Even as she said this, she still gently shook her arm and began to coax the child in a rather irritable manner.
The carved wooden door creaked open and Huan'er staggered into the room, her hair slightly disheveled, a few strands of hair on her forehead soaked with sweat and clinging to her cheeks.
Upon seeing the baby on the bed, whose little face was flushed and whose limbs were kicking wildly as it cried, her eyes were instantly filled with heartache. Her once bright eyes were now full of worry, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes were slightly red, as if the crying child was her most precious treasure, and every cry tugged at her heartstrings.
Even though she was extremely anxious, she hurriedly curtsied, her voice slightly breathless: "Your Highness~"
Su Wan'er, who had been pacing anxiously, suddenly stopped, took a step forward, her expression urgent, her eyes full of expectation and impatience, and asked in rapid succession, "Why are you so slow! How is it?"
Huan'er took a deep breath to calm herself: "The Ninth Princess...she's given birth..."
Su Wan'er's eyes instantly lit up like stars, a look of wild joy flashed across her face, her breathing became rapid, and she leaned forward, almost touching Huan'er's face, holding her breath as she asked, "Did she give birth to a girl?"
Huan'er trembled at the sight and stammered, "It's...it's a boy!"
These words struck like a thunderbolt. The smile on Su Wan'er's face froze instantly, her expression froze, and the light in her eyes dimmed, replaced by malice and resentment.
She bit her lower lip, her cheeks puffed out slightly, her face flushed red with anger, and she squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "How could this be~ Humph! Lin Qianqian, I didn't expect your belly to be so fertile. Since that's the case, then I must make sure my son surpasses yours!"
As she spoke, she glanced fiercely at the baby on the bed, a hint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes, before falling into deep thought, as if plotting something.
Seeing this, Huan'er cautiously said, "Your Highness, the child may be hungry. Let me feed him."
Su Wan'er glanced at her coldly, her lips slightly downturned with disdain. After a moment, she nodded slightly and squeezed out a "hmm" from her nose. Then, she turned and walked to the door, locking it with a "click," her movements swift and decisive.
Huan'er tiptoed to the bedside, gently picked up the infant, and sat down on the edge of the bed. She turned slightly to the side, unbuttoned her clothes, and with gentle and skillful movements, held the infant softly in her arms.
The baby seemed to sense the warmth and food, and instantly stopped crying, instinctively bringing its little head closer.
Huan'er's face radiated a gentle light, her eyes were full of love, and she would gently stroke the baby's back from time to time, humming a soft, off-key tune. She looked exactly like a virtuous and gentle mother.