Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 2083 - 2091: Dong Wan’er Gives Birth (Part 1)
On the fourth day of March, the capital of Great Jin experienced a night of drizzling rain. The spring rain fell like silk, refreshing the streets and houses anew. Especially the blue stone roads on the street, after being washed by the rain, were rid of all dust, making them look as freshly laid as ever, clean and tidy, and walking on them felt particularly pleasant.
The suburbs were different from the capital. The rural paths covered in yellow earth became muddy and impassable after being soaked in rainwater. On the village roads, it was common for herding children and farmers to slip and fall, but the country folks weren’t proud; if they fell, they simply laughed it off, got up, and carried on as before.
Dong Wan’er was different. Feeling troubled, she went outside to relax, but unfortunately, she slipped and fell, resulting in bleeding and showing signs of miscarriage.
Although the Mu Family had no dealings with the Dong Family, they had always stationed imperial physicians, a stable woman, and a female doctor here. As soon as Dong Wan’er fell and bled, an imperial physician and a stable woman were immediately on hand to treat her, while tenants from the manor rushed to the Mu Mansion to deliver the news!
There is a popular saying among the people, "seven lives, eight doesn’t," meaning a child miscarried at seven months might live, but at eight months won’t survive. No one knows why.
The child in Dong Wan’er’s belly was just over eight months old, precisely at the month difficult to survive. The imperial physician and the stable woman exhausted all efforts, spending an hour to finally deliver the child; however, as it was a premature birth, the child was as thin and small as a rat, with a head only the size of a goose egg, unable to cry loudly.
Though frail, the child was a genuine son. Upon seeing their daughter had given birth to a son, Princess Zhao Qing and Prince Consort Dong’s clouds of gloom dispersed entirely, so delighted they nearly wagged their tails in the air.
"Hmph, so what if Dong Lian’er became a madam, and what if she is favored? She only bore a girl, incomparable to Wan’er’s son."
The daughter showed spirit, bore a son at one stroke, and as this child was the eldest grandson of the Mu Family, he would surely be valued by them. Wan’er would also gain status because of this child. They would also be promoted by the Mu Family and regain their identity in no time.
With a grandson for support, Princess Zhao Qing found confidence, as she held her grandson, gritted her teeth, and smiled.
Prince Consort Dong was also smiling broadly, repeatedly instructing the servants to slaughter chickens and sheep in preparation for entertaining guests. Lord Mu and Madam Mu, upon hearing of Wan’er’s delivery, would surely come to visit. When they arrived and saw the grandson, they would undoubtedly be overjoyed. He would then seize the chance to cozy up and strengthen ties; perhaps he might even secure an official position for his son.
Just as he expected, not long after the child was born, Mu Zhongqing and his wife arrived, even Mu Chongwu who never showed up was there.
At that moment, Chong Wu’s feelings were extremely complex. On one hand, he felt a responsibility for this child, but on the other, he felt that coming here was a great disservice to his wife, Lady Zhang. She was so gentle and understanding, yet he couldn’t give her a legitimate eldest son, truly letting her down.
Seeing the three members of the Mu Family, Prince Consort Dong felt as if a treasure had fallen from the sky, and greeted them with an ingratiating smile, endlessly trying to build rapport around Mu Zhongqing.
Princess Zhao Qing, however, did not display any fawning demeanor. After all, as a royal princess by birth, she was accustomed to putting on airs and couldn’t bring herself to flatter others in such a short time.
The Mu Family people did not care for Princess Zhao Qing and her husband’s attitude; all they wanted was to see the child. When the nanny brought out the wrinkled child before them, they were nearly frightened by the tiny creature in swaddling clothes.
This was hardly a child at all; it looked more like a rat. The child was thin and small to a shocking degree, sufficient to be held in one hand. His skin was so red that even the blood vessels were visible, crying feebly and weakly, as if he could cry himself out of breath at any moment.
