Chapter 1180: Long Feiye at a loss (1/2)

Long Feiye wanted to rush inside right away, but he remembered Han Yunxi telling him to wait outside and stopped. At this moment, Zhao mama dashed out with a face full of joy. “Your Highness, Your Highness, the princess birthed a--”

“Is she doing alright?” Long Feiye interrupted.

Zhao mama gave a start. All her years in the palace told her that emperor were always more interested in the gender of the child rather than the fate of the empress or concubine after birth.

This was a monumental moment in every royal clan. Who expected His Highness to ask after the princess’s state instead?

Zhao mama quickly replied, “Fourth Young Miss Ren said that everything went very smoothly, but she’ll need to observe a bit longer to confirm the mother’s safety.”

“And the child?” Long Feiye asked next. However, he was more interested in the baby’s health than its gender.

“Safe, safe!” Zhao mama was almost moved to the point of tears. She congratulated, “Your Highness, the princess birthed you a boy! A son!”

Long Feiye was so moved he didn’t know what to do. This was probably the first time in his life that he felt so lost. He had no idea what to say or how to act. His face alternated between furrowing his brows and smiling as he paced back and forth.

It wasn’t until Zhao mama’s next words that gave him a reminder. “Your Highness,” she said, “Princess won’t let us take the baby out. Hurry and go inside!”

Long Feiye realized that he was planning to dash in just then.

According to palace regulations, Han Yunxi’s tent could be considered the birthing room. Not just anyone could go inside. Typically speaking, the baby should be carried out to His Highness, then given to a wet nurse to take care of while the princess spent her first month in confinement.

Zhao mama had been glared at already, so she threw all customs outside the window and only told the servants to prepare clean, dry bedding. She knew that His Highness wouldn’t be sleeping in a separate room from the princess.

Long Feiye anxiously entered the room and was immediately touched by the scene inside. Han Yunxi was lying ashen faced on the bed. Next to her was a clean infant wrapped up in swaddling clothes. Mother and son laid on clean bedding and the little fellow had already stopped crying. Han Yunxi was staring at him with a faint smile, giving Long Feiye a rare vision of her feminine grace.

At Long Feiye’s entrance, Fourth Young Miss Ren dismissed the nurses and murmured to Han Yunxi, “Princess, there are no major issues. I’ll be right outside if you need to call me.”

Then she left silently as well.

Once everyone was gone, Long Feiye finally gave in and dashed to the bed. He stared at her, then the little fellow, then back and forth again. It seemed like his eyes couldn’t get enough of mother or child. Han Yunxi stayed quiet, assuming he was moved. But as time passed, she cradled his face in her hands and asked, “Long Feiye, have you lost your wits? What are you doing?”

“I, I…” Long Feiye stammered helplessly. “I, I’m just...happy.”

“So happy you turned into a fool?” Han Yunxi broke into an irresistible smile. “That’s fine as long as you’re glad!”

Long Feiye leaned over and planted another kiss on her forehead. “You’ve worked hard.”

“I wanted to,” Han Yunxi was speaking from her heart.

Long Feiye didn’t reply beyond giving her another kiss. His gaze finally rested on the quiet face of the little fellow. He really was tiny, his face even smaller than Long Feiye’s palm. Although he was a newborn, his skin was clean and his complexion slightly ruddy. He had a wide forehead and dense, black hair. One could tell from the shape of his shut eyelids that he had big eyes. His nose was tall and straight, his lips very much like Long Feiye’s own.

Overall, the little fellow was seven parts like his father and three parts like his mother. Long Feiye carefully studied his son, his dark pupils filled with love and doting. He carefully propped up the baby’s hand and placed it in his palm, marveling at the difference in their sizes.

“My son…” he murmured, “No, it’s our son…”

Even though he’d taken over countries, he felt a much weightier responsibility when cradling this tiny hand. From now on, his life would include one more person to protect for years to come. Long Feiye carefully raised the little fellow’s hand and planted a kiss.

He asked Han Yunxi carefully, “Can I pick him up?”

“Do you know how?” Han Yunxi replied.

She was nervous herself picking up such a tiny child, much less Long Feiye himself. Whoever said you’d know what to do naturally as soon as you birthed a child was a liar. She had to learn everything from scratch.

Long Feiye suddenly realized he’d never held a child before. Forgot about a baby, he hadn’t even picked up six or seven year olds.

How do I pick him up?

Long Feiye hesitated for a long time before he finally called Zhao mama inside. She saw that he hadn’t touched the baby yet and immediately picked him up skillfully. “Your Highness, hurry and hold the little master, ah. He’ll definitely like you plenty.”

Long Feiye extended his hands for the baby, but Zhao mama quickly corrected him. “Not like that, Your Highness. Let the little master’s head rest in the crook of your arm while supporting his body with your other hand. Yes, just like that.” She arranged his position further after he took the baby.