Chapter 873: Legitimate Son and Grandson

The son of Bai Yulong was born this winter. His status could be said to be extremely noble, for he was the legitimate son and grandson of this Royal Family, with a position that could not be more legitimate; everyone cherished him dearly.

He was born during the day, rather than the more common night, and even the snow that had been falling for several days stopped, and the sky began to clear.

During her pregnancy, Zhi ate well, was well cared for, and had no worries, so her health was excellent; thus, she gave birth to an extremely sturdy, chubby boy, and there were no complications during the birth.

However, the current Baifeng would not personally deliver a baby for anyone. In terms of midwifery skills, he really could not compare to a midwife who had been specially trained and frequently delivered babies.

It is difficult to mass-produce doctors, but midwives are possible. Plus, with the current promotion of family values in Huaxia, if a man were to deliver a baby for a woman, it might cause some unnecessary trouble, so a woman is a very good choice.

Unlike later generations, where even obstetricians and gynecologists prefer men because men are relatively stronger and can persist better than women during a long surgery, women, who are relatively weaker, are actually at a disadvantage in various industries that require strength.

So much so that in a Hospital, the ratio of men to women between departments is extremely obvious: the Internal Medicine Department is basically all women, while the Surgery Department is mostly men.

But in this current era, there is no such obvious distinction. Women's strength is also very great. The aesthetic concept of valuing sturdiness was not completely led astray by Baifeng's aesthetics. Moreover, Baifeng, who was a doctor by trade, naturally would not like such deformed and morbid aesthetics as "pale, young, and thin." Sui and Chinv were only thin compared to the "beauties" of this era, but that does not mean they would be considered thin in later generations.

When the child was delivered, there was no weighing step, because the standards set by Baifeng were different from those of later generations. He really could not judge whether the "jin" he spoke of was heavier or lighter than the "jin" of later generations.

But the child was visibly sturdy and his cry was loud. Yulong, who had been waiting anxiously the whole time, was also somewhat at a loss.

And as the younger brother, Changle, although not as nervous, also had a very peculiar emotion; he was still somewhat expectant regarding this nephew of his.

When everyone saw the infant, who was still wrinkled and very ugly, Baifeng asked, "Yulong, have you thought of a name for the child?"

Yulong was still learning the posture for holding the baby under the midwife's guidance. Hearing his father ask this, he became even more flustered. After a long while, he said, "Father, why don't you choose the name? I feel that the one I chose is not good."

Baifeng lowered his head to tease the child, but still rejected Yulong's suggestion: "You must choose the name yourself. This is your son. Tell me first, what name did you think of?"

Yulong looked at Baifeng with shifting eyes: "Qihu, how is this name?"

Yulong felt that the name he chose was too straightforward, but he could not think of a better one. In this era, naming is more about being close to Nature.

However, he did not expect that Baifeng would strongly approve: "Qihu, a good name. A family with a dragon and a tiger, a dragon and tiger guarding the gate—a good omen."

Before Yulong could even express his emotion at his father's approval, his son cried even louder. He could not help but say, "Does my son not like this name? Why is he crying so hard?"

The midwife hurriedly took the child from Yulong's hands: "Crown Prince, the child needs to be fed. He is hungry; he is crying from hunger."

"Then why didn't you let him eat at the start? Why did you give him to me? Don't let him go hungry," Yulong muttered, but he also hurriedly and carefully transferred the child to the midwife.

"Isn't it because I had to let you all take a look first?" The midwife did not care about their status at all. Successfully delivering the baby was a great merit, and she had enough confidence.

Baifeng saw a crowd surrounding the room—were they going to watch the child feed? So he hurriedly pulled Yulong and Changle out: "Let's go, let's talk outside. Sui, Chinv, you two stay and keep Zhi company; you have experience."

Changle also felt the problem at this time and hurriedly stepped out first, his face slightly red. As soon as they went out, the midwife quickly closed the door to prevent the mother from catching a draft.

However, Baifeng still spoke through the door: "You did a good job as a midwife. You have merit, and I will reward you."

The midwife also thanked this King of Huaxia from behind the door.

Yulong was still nervously rubbing his hands, and Changle's face was red—whether from the cold or something else, it was flushed.

The group went to the next room, and the personal servants hurriedly built a fire and closed the door to make the room warm.

"Yulong, you are a father now. In the future, besides your work, you must also fulfill your responsibilities as a father."

Yulong hurriedly replied: "Father, that is for certain. I believe I will definitely be able to do it well."

Afterward, Baifeng told him: "Your two mothers still want you to take another woman. I don't know what your thoughts are now, and I know you might not have been living very comfortably for so long, but my requirement is that you wait until the child can crawl and sit, and Zhi's body has recovered, before you think about this matter. It is not allowed now.

In the future, your children must also be required to do the same, understand?"

Yulong immediately gave his assurance: "That is for certain, Father. And now that we have so many affairs in Huaxia, my work pressure is also high, so I really won't be thinking about these things for the time being. You also help me persuade my mothers to let them help Zhi take care of the child properly first; they have experience.

Also, their orchard, vegetable garden, and Weaving Department affairs have been delayed for too long now, and they have basically not been managing them. You should also speak to them. If they still want this authority, then they should put their hearts into the work. If they don't want to manage it, they should just let it go directly, so as not to hinder the people below from doing their work."

Baifeng smiled and said: "Good, no problem. I will go tell them. They only managed these things before to find something to do for themselves. Now that this operation is getting bigger and bigger, their abilities really cannot manage it anymore. The people below only refrain from having opinions because of their status.

I will let them make their own judgments. If they still want to find something to do to pass the time, I will arrange other work for them, ensuring I won't hurt their feelings, and it won't be said that you suggested it."

Yulong was somewhat moved. As the Minister of Revenue, he had long been clear about this conflict. He naturally would not have had any concerns about other people's words, but these were his mothers after all—whether his birth mother or his aunt, they were both mothers. Huaxia's requirements for Filial Mourning are still very high now, and in his position, it was indeed difficult to bring this up.