Chapter 34: 33. The One Born Is a Daughter

33. The One Born Is a Daughter

"Hus... Husband, please don't come in."

Just as Chen An walked to the door and prepared to push it open, Song Huaying's pleading voice came from inside, sounding somewhat weak.

He felt puzzled: "Ying, what's wrong?"

"Husband, a woman looks very ugly when giving birth, and I don't want Husband to see that."

"It's alright, Ying. No matter what you look like, your image in your husband's heart remains as beautiful as ever."

"Husband, I beg you, don't come in. Let Ying be willful just this once, alright..."

Song Huaying's voice was filled with entreaty.

All this time, she had always been an elegant noble daughter in front of her husband.

Even when they were in bed, she would never discard her refined, lady-like temperament.

She truly did not want her ugly appearance while giving birth to be seen by her husband.

That would really affect the image she held in her husband's heart.

Chen An sighed helplessly: "Alright, alright, alright. Your husband won't come in; I will stay right outside the door to keep you company, Ying."

"Thank you, Husband..."

Song Huaying's grateful voice came from inside the room.

Soon after, the voice of Wen Zhiyun, filled with the charm of a young matron, drifted out.

"Sister Ying."

"Come, it's time to begin."

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Push!"

"Ah—"

Under Wen Zhiyun's direction, Song Huaying pushed again and again, striving to deliver the child in her womb.

Because it was her first birth, the process did not go very smoothly.

The child was having difficulty coming out.

During this time, Song Huaying cried out in pain several times.

"Sister Yue, come in and help!"

Wen Zhiyun's intelligent voice came from the room once more.

Gu Xinyue responded, and immediately pushed the door open to enter the room.

Chen An wanted to follow her in to check on the situation, but in the end, he stopped his steps, keeping the promise he had just made to his little wife.

"One!"

"Two!"

"Three!"

"Push!"

"Wen... Sister Wen, it hurts so much!"

"Ah, it hurts!"

The sounds from inside the room came in fits and starts.

Chen An leaned against the door, listening to the painful moans of his little wife that drifted out from time to time, his heart remaining tightly coiled and unable to settle.

He was very worried about his little wife's safety.

Because there was no such thing as a cesarean section from his past life here, and it was a very common occurrence for mortal women to die from dystocia during childbirth.

Just like that, he paced back and forth outside the door in anxiety.

One hour later.

A baby's cry came from inside the room.

"Waa... waa... waa!"

The sound was very crisp, filled with the vigor of life.

Hearing this baby's cry, Chen An could no longer wait; he immediately pushed the door open and entered, impatient to see his child.

Seeing him enter, Song Huaying said with a somewhat dejected expression:

"Husband, it is Ying who is useless; I failed to give birth to a big, fat son for you."

"Is there something wrong with the child?"

Chen An ran nervously to Wen Zhiyun and used his Divine Sense to examine the infant in her arms.

It was a baby girl, her body was very healthy, and he found no issues.

Moreover, she even had a Spirit Root.

Although it was only a Miscellaneous Spirit Root with little potential, it was still much stronger than a mortal body.

"Ying, what exactly is wrong with the child?"

Chen An looked at Song Huaying on the bed and asked, puzzled.

Song Huaying's face was deathly pale, and she apologized to her husband in a very weak voice:

"I'm sorry, Husband. It is Ying who is useless. Once my body has recovered, I will definitely give you a big, fat son next year to carry on the family line."

Hearing the words "carry on the family line," Chen An understood.

So it turned out his little wife felt uneasy because she had given birth to a daughter instead of a son, and was therefore apologizing to her husband.

It seems the background of the cultivation world is no different from ancient times.

Especially the concept of valuing men over women, which is displayed to the fullest in the mortal world.

Thinking this, Chen An took his newborn daughter from the arms of Wen Zhiyun, walked to the bedside, and sat down beside Song Huaying, looking at her with eyes full of joy as he said:

"Girls are good; your husband just loves girls!"

"Husband..."

Song Huaying was so moved that her heart almost melted.

When she had just learned that she had given birth to a daughter, she had been worried that her husband would dislike her.

She had not expected that her husband would not care at all whether it was a boy or a girl.

She felt that her husband must love her so much that he felt it did not matter if it was a boy or a girl; being able to marry such a husband was a blessing she had cultivated over several lifetimes.

【You did not dislike that your wife Song Huaying gave birth to a daughter; Song Huaying is extremely moved in her heart, husband-wife affection +1+3+1+4+5+2+0...】

【Your wife Song Huaying has given birth to a daughter for you, taking the first step on the path of spreading branches and leaves; rewarded with the Dharma Spell "Sleep Aid Technique"】

Two notification messages popped up before Chen An's eyes.

Before he could react, the content of the "Sleep Aid Technique" appeared out of thin air in the depths of his mind, mastered instantly without a teacher.

【Sleep Aid Technique: Entry (1/100)】

At the same time, he also understood the effect of the Sleep Aid Technique.

It is simply that one can select a target, make the target become drowsy, and help the target quickly enter a state of sleep.

So... is this used to coax a child to sleep?

But then he had a second thought.

In this crisis-ridden cultivation world, compared to being used to coax a child to sleep, this "Sleep Aid Technique" seems more suitable for killing enemies.

"Husband, what name should we give the child?"

Song Huaying looked at the daughter in the swaddling clothes, her eyes full of love as she spoke.

Regarding the issue of naming, the couple had discussed it quite a bit since the day they learned of the pregnancy.

But they had never been able to settle on one.

Chen An looked at his exhausted little wife, thought for a moment, and said:

"Let's call her Yuejian, Chen Yuejian."

"Ying, your name is Huaying, which is the name of a medicinal herb; naming our daughter Yuejian is also the name of a medicinal herb, so it looks like a perfect match."

"Husband, I am just a mortal woman; using my name to name our daughter is not very appropriate..."

"You are the child's mother, and the child is your daughter; there is nothing inappropriate about it."

"Husband..."

Song Huaying was moved as never before.

This gesture of Chen An's appeared extremely precious in this old society where feudal ideas were rampant.

【You used your wife Song Huaying's name as a reference to name your daughter Chen Yuejian; husband-wife affection +1+3+1+4+5+2+0...】

【Name: Song Huaying】

【Attribute: Repay a drop of kindness with a gushing spring】

【Affection: 3 stars (520/2500)】

【Alchemy Experience provided: 437】

【Golden Finger proficiency provided: 77】

The affection level has reached 3 stars!

Chen An was pleasantly surprised.

This means that from now on, as long as he has deep exchanges with his little wife, he can obtain 3 points of Alchemy Experience at a time.

In that case, once his little wife's body has recovered, he can break through his Alchemy Dao realm to First-tier Advanced that very day.

The future is promising!

On the other side, Wen Zhiyun's favor for Chen An in her heart was constantly rising.

She discovered that Chen An was different from other men.

He had no thoughts of valuing men over women.

He respected his wife very much.

Unlike some male cultivators she had seen before, who purely treated their mortal wives as playthings.

Some who were even more morally corrupt would not even spare their own daughters; they were simply worse than pigs or dogs.

Thinking these random thoughts, a sudden impulse arose in Wen Zhiyun's heart.

A hormonal impulse to want to get close to Chen An and want to talk to him.

"Hey, give the child to me to hold,"

Wen Zhiyun walked up to Chen An and stopped, her tone very blunt.

Chen An refused: "I, the father, haven't held her enough yet; why are you, an outsider, joining in the fun?"

Upon hearing the word "outsider," Wen Zhiyun became somewhat explosive.

She glared at Chen An and said:

"Who said I'm an outsider? I am the child's godmother! And I delivered this child with my own hands; what's wrong with me holding her for a bit?!"

"Husband, it was thanks to Sister Wen's help with the delivery that the child was able to be born so smoothly; let her hold the child."

Song Huaying persuaded him with a sympathetic look.

For the sake of his little wife, Chen An carefully handed his daughter to Wen Zhiyun and said:

"My daughter is very precious, so you better be careful when you hold her."

"Heh, I hold the baby much more steadily than you do."

Wen Zhiyun took the child triumphantly, her face full of provocation.

Gu Xinyue, standing to the side, wanted to hold the baby too, but hindered by her lack of skill in expressing her emotions, she could only keep watching from the sidelines.

Wen Zhiyun keenly noticed this.

After she had held the baby for a while and had her fill, she passed the child over for Gu Xinyue to hold.

Looking at the infant in her arms, Gu Xinyue's face was full of joy and anticipation, anticipating that she too might one day bear a child for her husband.

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PS: Setting out my bowl, begging for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets!