bayedsolid Chapter 237 "As long as the child is alright, I don't care what happens to me."
Chapter 237 "As long as the child is alright, I don't care what happens to me."
Su Wan'er and Huan'er walked side by side toward the west wing. Before they even stepped through the door, a clear baby's cry pierced their ears.
Huan'er's eyes widened instantly, filled with panic and excitement. She turned sharply to look at Su Wan'er, her voice trembling slightly with emotion: "Your Highness, this is..."
Su Wan'er's lips curled into a wicked smile, her expression relaxed, and her tone nonchalant: "The child is crying, go inside quickly!"
Huan'er nodded excitedly and almost ran into the house. There she saw a maid holding the child anxiously, gently rocking and soothing him, but the child's cries continued unabated.
Huan'er quickly walked up to the maid, her excitement overwhelming her, leaving her momentarily at a loss.
Her hands rose unconsciously, but trembled slightly in the air, unsure of where to place them.
Cuizhu suddenly looked up and saw Huan'er. Her eyes were filled with disbelief, and she stopped coaxing the child. Her lips trembled slightly as she said, "Huan'er?! You, you're back!" Her voice was filled with surprise, but also with uncertainty.
Huan'er's eyes were slightly red, but they were shining with eagerness. She quickly stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the child in Cuizhu's arms, and her voice was pleading: "Cuizhu, can I hold the child for a moment? I'll comfort him!"
Cui Zhu's gaze unconsciously drifted towards Su Wan'er, as if seeking permission.
After receiving a slight nod from Su Wan'er, her tense shoulders instantly relaxed, and a relieved smile appeared on her face. She hurriedly replied, "Mmm!" Then, she carefully handed the child to Huan'er.
Huan'er stretched out her hands, her movements as gentle as if she were holding the most precious treasure in the world, and steadily took the child.
She tightened her arms slightly, pressing the child close to her chest, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
At this moment, the long-held longing and excitement surged forth like a flood bursting its banks. She gently patted the child's back, murmuring tender words.
Cuizhu stood to the side, watching Huan'er's expression, and couldn't help but pout, her eyes full of confusion. Just as she was about to ask, Su Wan'er called out, "You can go down now!"
Although Cuizhu was full of questions, she swallowed back the words she was about to say when she met Su Wan'er's unquestionable gaze.
She quickly and respectfully bowed, a hint of confusion in her eyes, and retreated, glancing back several times as she went, gently closing the door behind her.
The door closed slowly, and only when she and Su Wan'er were left in the room did Huan'er finally relax. She lowered her head, looking at the child in her arms, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
She slowly leaned closer and gently kissed the child's forehead. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the child's delicate face. Her lips trembled as she murmured, "My child, Mother has seen you again..." Her voice was as soft as a breeze, yet filled with boundless affection.
As if sensing his mother's presence, the child's waving little fists suddenly stopped, and his soft sobs suddenly turned into loud, urgent cries. His little face turned red, and large tears rolled down his cheeks.
Seeing this, Su Wan'er said softly, "He must be hungry, why don't you feed him?"
"Oh, okay!" Huan'er nodded hurriedly, her voice tinged with a mix of panic and shyness. She quickly walked to the bedside, sat down slowly, and turned her back to Su Wan'er.
Her movements were gentle and careful as she slowly unbuttoned her clothes and held the child even tighter.
The child seemed to have found the warmest harbor, and the crying gradually subsided. Soon, only the sound of the child drinking milk could be heard in the room.
Huan'er looked down at the child in her arms, her eyes full of doting affection. She would gently stroke the child's face with her fingers from time to time, and the corners of her mouth would unconsciously turn up.
The afternoon sun shone through the window, casting a warm glow on the mother and child, making this scene of overflowing maternal love incredibly heartwarming.
In this warm and almost dreamlike moment, Su Wan'er coughed softly, breaking the tranquility of the room.
Her expression was cold and stern, her gaze fixed on Huan'er. Her voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority: "Huan'er, I've allowed you to meet the child. I hope you remember the three conditions you promised me, and I hope you will keep your word!" Her eyes seemed to see right through people, making Huan'er's heart tighten.
Upon hearing this, Huan'er slowly turned her head to look at Su Wan'er. Her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were carefully sorting through the promises in her mind. After a moment of thought, she gently pursed her lips, her voice soft yet full of determination: "Your Highness, rest assured, Huan'er will not break her promise! I will not overstep the boundaries. Huan'er will definitely take good care of the young prince and keep my distance from him. Huan'er will always be well-behaved!" As she spoke, she bowed slightly to show her sincerity.
Hearing this satisfactory reply, Su Wan'er's tense lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. She nodded gently, "Very good. As long as you behave yourself and don't let anything slip, I won't treat you unfairly!"
She lowered her eyes, thinking to herself: "As long as my child is safe and sound, as long as I can be by his side often, I can endure any rules or harsh conditions. Nothing in this world is more important than my child's safety and companionship; whatever the cost, I will gladly accept it."
All things in the world have feelings, and this also illuminates the maternal love hidden in every corner.
The scorching sunlight struggled to penetrate the layers of branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows.
A mother pangolin was foraging with her cubs. Suddenly, danger loomed; the footsteps of hunters could be heard nearby. The mother pangolin instantly became alert. Without hesitation, she quickly shielded her cubs beneath her, forming an impenetrable barrier with her hard scales.
Even when the hunters roughly tried to pry open its body with tools, it remained motionless, tightly curled up, letting the pain spread, just to give its child a chance to live.
Not far away on the riverbank, mangroves take root in the water. The mangrove fruits begin to sprout even before they detach from the mother plant. Once ripe, the fruits, along with their long hypocotyls, fall directly into the water. This is the "life-sustaining equipment" that the mangrove mother gives to her children, allowing them to quickly take root in the complex waters, withstand the impact of tides and currents, and begin their independent life journey.
Even if you can't personally protect your child every step of their growth, you should still pave the way for their survival in a unique way.
In this vibrant yet perilous natural world, maternal love exists in various forms; it is resilient, selfless, and a vital source of strength for the continuation of life.