Chapter 874: The Meaning of Huaxia's Strength

At this moment, Baifeng turned his head and looked at Yulong: "What about you? Your brother's child has already been born. Although you don't seem very old to me, looking across the entire Huaxia, people your age are already married, and their children are likely quite grown."

How about it? Is there anyone in our Huaxia you have your eye on? If there's no one in Huaxia, what about the Xuanyuan Tribe? As long as there is someone, no matter who it is, your father will find a way to get you married to her."

Yulong's face turned completely red at once, and he stammered, wanting to refuse but not wanting to refuse: "I, I, I haven't thought it through yet, I don't feel like there's anyone suitable."

"Yulong, didn't I arrange for you to handle this matter a long time ago, and tell you to ask Changle? Did you ask?" Baifeng pointed his spearhead at Yulong.

Changle hurriedly began to clear himself of responsibility: "Father, no, my brother didn't say anything to me at all."

Only then did Yulong remember that he hadn't brought this matter up at all that day. He had forgotten, and he had also assumed his father wouldn't bring it up again; he hadn't expected him to come knocking today.

"Father, this, I forgot." Yulong could only lower his head and admit his mistake.

Baifeng didn't want to lose his temper on such a joyous day, so he could only let it go lightly: "You, you aren't in a hurry since your own child is born, but how can you fail to do such a simple thing as showing concern for your younger brother? Alright, go back and prepare. Tell everyone under Heaven that your son has been born, and after he reaches thirty days, we will celebrate his birth."

"Celebrate his birth? What does that mean?" Even though he was in contact with Baifeng's own son every day, this was the first time he had heard such a term.

"The day a person is born is very significant. There is one more person in the world, and one more member in a family. For Huaxia, your son is also the future heir of Huaxia, so his birth must be proclaimed with great grandeur. However, the child is too small right now and cannot handle the fuss. After another thirty days, he will be sturdier and ready to be seen."

"Zhi's body will also have recovered and she will be able to walk around, so we can celebrate for him then. One hundred days would be best, but one hundred days from now will be the height of the busy farming season. No matter how important your son is, he cannot outweigh the livelihood of everyone in Huaxia."

"Furthermore, Winter is too boring for everyone; finding something to celebrate is also quite nice."

Yulong hurriedly asked: "Father, then did I have a birth celebration when I was little?"

Baifeng looked at his two sons: "You two didn't have a damn thing, and neither did your sister. By the way, Changle, go wake up Miaoyin. Tell her to stop sleeping in and let her see her nephew."

"Aye, alright."

Baifeng waved his hand, and the two young men quickly left the room to begin carrying out their tasks. However, Yulong first leaned against the door of the delivery room to listen. He was very anxious, but since a woman who has just given birth cannot be exposed to the wind, he didn't dare to rashly open the door and enter, so he had to turn and leave.

Zhi's signs of labor appeared in the early morning, but the midwife had been accompanying her for several days already. Everything needed had been prepared long ago, just to avoid being in a rush and a mess when the final moment arrived.

Once Winter arrived, Miaoyin, having nothing to do, liked to sleep in. It wasn't that she couldn't be woken up, she just didn't want to leave the warm heated brick bed. She went to sleep early every night, so how could she not be woken up? If she really couldn't be woken up, Baifeng would have to treat her.

It was just that childbirth was indeed not a sight worth watching. A young girl like Miaoyin would still be traumatized. When Baifeng was studying medicine, he had touched and seen everything—bones, corpses—and hadn't found it particularly terrifying. But when he was studying obstetrics, a blurry video of a cesarean section had caused him great fear.

So even on such an important day, no one had called for Miaoyin. Now that the child had been born, they could call her to see her little nephew.

The news of Yulong having a son spread from the Ministry of Revenue to the entire city at a very fast speed, though there was no custom of giving gifts yet; people only offered congratulations verbally.

To everyone, a joyous event for the Royal Family was a joyous event for all of Huaxia. Huaxia would once again have an extremely intelligent person; after all, Baifeng's three sons were proof, and there was no reason for Yulong's son to be ordinary.

After Changle went to call Miaoyin to see her little nephew, he was dragged back into the room by Baifeng to be tormented.

"Changle, tell me the truth. Do you actually have a girl you like, or is there any woman who has said she wants to marry you?"

After asking, Baifeng suddenly felt that this last sentence was a waste of breath. How could there be no one willing to marry Changle?

On this question, Changle also rarely became serious and faced it earnestly: "Father, as for a girl I like, I don't even understand what 'like' is. Everyone looks the same to me, all quite ordinary. As for women who want to marry me, that seems to be a bit many."

"The ones in our Huaxia are fine, they aren't that bold. Those women from the Xuanyuan Tribe are something else; it happens every day, and some even wanted to rush into my room at night. Fortunately, there were guards watching, and after many of them realized it was useless, they finally gave up."

Hearing that his son had actually encountered such things, Baifeng couldn't help but laugh: "This shows that you are quite in demand. At least you won't have trouble finding a woman. I'll say it again: whether you like someone from Huaxia or the Xuanyuan Tribe, it's all up to you. Age—well, love doesn't care about age, and I believe you wouldn't like a woman who is too old. As long as you don't go looking for a man, that's fine."

Changle was shocked: "Why would I look for a man? Shouldn't one look for a woman to marry?"

The old father was very gratified: "Right, no men, women are fine. If there is someone you really like, tell me, and I can help you come up with ideas. It's fine if she's from the Xuanyuan Tribe. Given our current relationship with the Xuanyuan Tribe, I reckon Xuanyuan would be even more willing for you to find a woman from their tribe."

"Perhaps in the future, they might even specifically arrange for women to approach you, and their status won't be low either. As long as the people of our two tribes unite, with you in me and me in you, such an alliance will be even more reliable for the Xuanyuan Tribe."

Changle was extremely sensible: "Father, then do you also want me to find a woman from the Xuanyuan Tribe? Their leaders have many daughters, and there are quite a few who want to marry me. If this is beneficial for our Huaxia, I can marry them; any one of them will do."

Baifeng hurriedly stopped him: "That kind of thinking is not allowed. Who you marry must follow your own heart. Whoever you like, that is who it is. Even if it is the daughter of a Slave, it is fine. Right now, there is no need for you to sacrifice your life for Huaxia. If that were the case, where would the meaning of me making Huaxia powerful lie?"