Chapter 1

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

On a bright, sunny day with a gentle breeze, the sky was a gem-like blue, cloudless for ten thousand li, as if Heaven itself were celebrating something important.

At this moment, the atmosphere at An Wangfu was unusually tense and heavy. An Wang paced anxiously outside the birthing chamber, his face somewhat pale, fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his palms damp as he kept rubbing them, trying to ease the anxiety in his heart.

Although this was already An Wangfei's fifth child, An Wang was still nervous to death, every minute and second feeling like a year.

From inside the birthing chamber came An Wangfei's pained cries from time to time, the sound like sharp arrows piercing An Wang's heart. He stopped his steps, listening to the movements inside the birthing chamber, his brow tightly furrowed, muttering incessantly: "This king swears, this is absolutely the last child! It hurts so much, never again……"

Yue Yi was An Wang's most capable deputy general. Hearing An Wang's words, he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "When Your Lordship had the first four children, weren't you saying the same thing……" But he dared not say these words out loud, only standing silently to one side.

At this time, Wang Po Po carried Fourth Young Master Yan Wang, who had a runny nose, over. While gently wiping Yan Wang's nose, she softly comforted: "Your Highness, don't worry too much. Inside there are two skilled female imperial physicians, and four experienced midwives. Moreover, even the Emperor's personal imperial physician Fang Tai Yi is waiting outside. Rest assured, didn't the imperial physician say before? The child in Wangfei's belly is normal in size, the fetal position is also correct, there definitely won't be any problems."

Hearing Wang Po Po's words, An Wang let out a slight sigh of relief, but the worry in his eyes still had not dissipated. He took a deep breath, continuing to pace back and forth outside the birthing chamber, silently praying in his heart that everything would go smoothly. Beside him, an eight-year-old girl with a wrinkled little face—Yan Xiner (eldest)—was also full of worry, but still couldn't help comforting her royal father: "Father, Mother will definitely be fine."

However, she was made a bit dizzy by her royal father constantly turning around in front of her, and continued: "Don't turn anymore, you're making me want to throw up!"

And on her right side, five-year-old Yan Shuang'er (third child) was tightly clutching Yan Xiner's sleeve in fear, her little eye rims already cried red, listening to Mother's miserable cries, too scared to say a word.

Second Young Master Yan Si (seven years old) looked at the pitiful Yan Shuang'er, touched her furry little head with pity, and comforted her softly and gently: "Shuang'er, don't be afraid, we'll have a new little brother or sister soon." Although he said this with his mouth, his heart was actually also filled with worry for Mother.

Only the youngest little four Yan Wang stared with a pair of big eyes like black grapes, in Wang Po Po's arms, with a long runny nose, while eating his own fingers with relish.

Only heard "Wah ah~ wah ah~ wah ah~" a clear cry came, immediately followed by the maid Chunxi's announcement of good news: "Congratulations Your Highness, congratulations Your Highness, Wangfei has given birth to a young miss!" An Wang's first sentence was: "How is Wangfei?" "Replying to Your Highness, mother and daughter are safe. Wangfei took one look at the Fifth Miss and fell asleep. Please wait a moment before coming in; just born, she fears the wind. In a moment, we servants will have tidied up, then you may come in."

An Wang was so happy his mouth couldn't close. The four little radish heads beside him were all overjoyed. Yan Xiner excitedly said to Yan Shuang'er: "We have a little sister!" Little Shuang'er hopped and jumped, the little butterfly bow on her head bouncing along, shouting with her mouth: "We have a little sister, we have a little sister!"

Even little Yan Wang beside them had his finger in his mouth calling "little sister, little sister." The servants, maids, and nannies beside them said in unison: "Congratulations Your Highness, congratulations Your Highness, blessed with a precious daughter!" An Wang waved his hand: "Reward each person five taels of silver!" The servants and maids were even happier, for you must know five taels of silver was equivalent to three months of monthly allowance. Fang Tai Yi saw there was nothing for him to do, offered congratulations to Wangye, and prepared to leave.

An Wang instructed Yue Yi to see Fang Tai Yi off. Fang Tai Yi quickly waved his hands: "No need, no need, this official can walk by himself." Yue Yi saw Fang Tai Yi to the door and handed him a red envelope. Fang Tai Yi said fearfully: "This official did nothing, cannot accept it."

Seeing Fang Tai Yi refuse, Yue Yi said: "Originally you should be on duty in the palace, but specially came to Wangfu to guard Wangfei during childbirth. This is what you deserve, and moreover this is happy money, to share some happy luck!" Seeing he couldn't decline, Fang Tai Yi accepted it.

After seeing Fang Tai Yi off, Yue Yi returned to the courtyard. Beside him, Yan Si asked An Wang with a big grin: "Father, what is little sister's name?" An Wang said without hesitation: Call her Qianqian, Yan Qianqian.

Yan Xiner asked doubtfully beside him: "Why call her Qianqian?" An Wang said: "Heart like a double net of a thousand knots." Yan Si interrupted: "Father, I understand. If another little brother is born, can he be called Yan Jie? Or if a little sister, Yan Jie'er."

An Wang glanced at him. In his heart he thought: (Oh ho, good kid, a bit clever, like me.) After a while, Chunxi came out. She bowed to An Wang: "Your Highness, everything has been tidied up."

"You and the young misses and young masters can all go in." Wangye strode forward, having just taken one step, suddenly turned back to the four children and said: "Your mother just gave birth to a little sister and is a bit tired. When you go in later, all speak softly."

The four little radish heads quickly answered yes. Only saw An Wang leading the four little radish heads, sneaking and pushing open the room door, and went in. Maid Chunxi behind them tiptoed to close the room door.

Only saw on the soft couch, wrapped in a red little quilt, a wrinkled all over, ugly little infant. The nanny had just finished feeding milk, now staring with big eyes blinking at the strange man before her.

An Wang touched the little infant's little hand. The little infant unconsciously gripped An Wang's finger, her little mouth split into a smile, and she giggled. An Wang looked at the little infant and said: "So pretty, eyes like me, nose like me, mouth also like me." The four little radish heads.

Gathered in a circle, staring big-eyed at the little infant lying on the soft couch. (In their hearts they all thought: Where's the pretty? Is Father blind? Like a little skinny monkey.)

Yan Xiner poked the little infant's little cheek with her finger, Yan Shuang'er also poked her, thinking: Was I this small when I was just born? Yan Si looked at this little lump of an infant and couldn't help but pinch her little nose. Seeing he was about to pinch the child to cry, An Wang slapped toward Yan Si's forehead. Yan Si quickly let go, looking at An Wang to curry favor, rubbing his hands: "Not intentional, not intentional, just too much fun."