Reborn Together: The General and I Reach for Power-Chapter 481 - 478 Confirmed

Song Xian lost his mother at a young age, and Song Qizheng always suspected that he was not of Song Family bloodline. With Mrs. Rong’s instigation, Song Xian couldn’t find an answer on how to interact with his father.

In the past, he might not have done it well.

But now that all the knots in his heart were untied, everything seemed to fall into place. At the moment when he was pulled by the hand, a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Seeing Song Xian smile, Zhe, who had been quiet all night, also grinned, and his two feet began to kick happily.

Xie Liangchen realized belatedly that Zhe probably couldn’t recognize Song Xian before, which was why he seemed particularly obedient.

With this pull, Song Xian held Zhe for a while longer. Just as he was about to hand Zhe over to the nurse, his arm suddenly stiffened, and he looked at Xie Liangchen.

"What’s wrong?"

Xie Liangchen suddenly thought: "Could it be that Zhe... "

Song Xian felt the warmth under his arm: "Wet himself."

The father returned from a long journey and was welcomed with a child’s wet diaper.

When Zhe left Song Xian’s arms, his face showed obvious displeasure. Song Xian watched Zhe pout, and suddenly wished for Zhe to grow up quickly so he could teach him horse-riding, archery, and boxing and kicking.

But Zhe tilted his head, saw Xie Liangchen, and suddenly burst into tears, looking pitifully aggrieved, which made Song Xian unhappy again.

Seeing Liangchen about to go comfort Zhe, he reached out to stop her: "It’s late, time to sleep, let the nurse handle it. We shouldn’t spoil the child."

Such a young child, there really isn’t a question of spoiling or not.

But with this delay, the nurse had already taken Zhe out of the door quickly.

It’s no wonder the nurse moved fast; everyone knew the Military Governor’s thoughts. As long as the Military Governor was home, everyone stayed away to avoid disturbing him.

"I’ll go bathe first," Song Xian said, grabbing his clothes and heading inside. Before he left, he took out a stack of papers and handed them to Xie Liangchen, "They were sent over from the sea, take a look."

Xie Liangchen sat down by the lamp, unfolded the paper in her hand, and saw it depicted a large ship, a type she had seen from her brother before.

This time among the people rescued from the island, many lived on nearby smaller islands, with some descendants hiding there during wartime. They made their living by fishing and trading at sea, and Prince Lu captured them knowing they were skilled shipbuilders.

Many ships under Prince Lu’s command were made by them.

They were forced to part from their families, treated like livestock by Prince Lu’s people, and filled with resentment, constantly thinking of escape, unwilling to serve Prince Lu loyally. Hence, they never disclosed the ancestral shipbuilding methods.

After being saved by Song Xian and Meng Su, these people, out of gratitude, secretly documented the shipbuilding methods and entrusted them to Ah Jing and her father to deliver to Song Xian.

Their ships have sharp, high prow and stern, making them fast and suitable for raids. Additionally, there is a large ship with a pointed bottom and broad surface, with the bow and stern raised high. Just looking at the drawings gives a majestic impression.

When Song Xian came out, he saw Xie Liangchen leaning over the desk, motionless with her brows slightly furrowed, clearly entranced.

Song Xian suddenly leaned over, startling Xie Liangchen.

Song Xian said, "You’re looking at it so intently?"

Xie Liangchen nodded, "Husband, are you familiar with the Eight-Boat Ship!"

This address, "Husband," warmed Song Xian’s heart thoroughly. He nodded and said, "It existed in the previous dynasty."

Xie Liangchen said, "What about the Waterproof Compartment? I once heard about it from my brother in my past life. The drawing on here is somewhat similar to what my brother mentioned as the waterproof compartment."

Xie Liangchen truly didn’t understand shipbuilding. These drawings were challenging to decipher, needing more time to comprehend them clearly.

Song Xian said, "I’ve never heard of Waterproof Compartment, but this ship they drew has some similarities to the court’s warships. We can combine the strengths. I’m seeking a craftsman to draw new designs, hoping to build it and test it next year if everything goes smoothly."

"When building the new ship, embed the compass made by Xu Qian."

Xie Liangchen still wanted to keep looking at the drawings, but suddenly everything went dark as Song Xian blew out the lamp.

Without the light, naturally, she couldn’t keep looking at it.

Then Xie Liangchen was picked up, and by the time she realized it, she was already in the bed.

"Mr. Xu told me after childbirth, your body needs at least forty-nine days for nourishment," Song Xian said, "I’ve been counting the days, and it’s been quite a while."

He spoke softly into her ear, his embrace warm.

Xie Liangchen responded softly.

"Then I won’t hold back."

Song Xian began to unbutton her inner garment, his long, deft fingers slipping inside but soon stopped.

Xie Liangchen was puzzled until Song Xian quietly asked, "Help me... undress..."

Feeling her hands untie his sash, Song Xian’s mind wandered to Zhe’s tiny fingers, loving and sweet.

He felt he had to try harder, lest his sister be taken away by this little child.

Xie Liangchen was exhausted after quite a while, almost feeling dawn’s arrival. She vaguely heard Song Xian murmur beside her ear, "Does Sister like me, or the little one?"

How could he say that, wasn’t Zhe his son? Who would ask this? Is the husband more important or the son?

When one is tired, they aren’t as sharp as usual, so Xie Liangchen replied, "Love both."

Those three words made her fall asleep only at dawn.

Xie Liangchen knew sleeping this way wasn’t proper, but being utterly exhausted, she couldn’t care less and slept until afternoon without any disturbances.

Upon waking, she got dressed and found a small clay stove on the desk, with charcoal gently burning inside, a small pot of chicken soup boiling, along with some small dishes she loved.

Song Xian left the ship drawings for her, and after eating, Xie Liangchen picked up the drawings again. These complex things really required some pondering to figure out thoroughly.

Before anyone realized, winter had come.

The court frequently reported victories, but the Emperor’s complexion still hadn’t improved. After deploying so many troops, they still hadn’t managed to take Prince Lu’s head.

"Prince Lu has been seriously injured."

Prince Lu was injured multiple times, besieged repeatedly, yet the Emperor, believing he would soon see Prince Lu kneeling at his feet, was frustrated each time with his escapes.

The Emperor said, "Is there someone in the army tipping off Prince Lu? Tell Zhang Chi, if he doesn’t capture Prince Lu before spring, he might as well never return."

The Emperor finished speaking, stood up, and the entire assembly of civil and military officials knelt down in the grand hall.

All were useless; as the Emperor picked up a memorial ready to toss it to the ground, unexpectedly his vision blurred, and he lost consciousness.

"Emperor," Du Zheng hurriedly supported him, "Quick, call the Imperial Physician."

The grand hall fell into chaos.

The rumor of the Emperor’s poor health had already quietly spread in private, and now it was completely confirmed.