Unlimited estates for rural beauty-Chapter 685 Empress Gives Birth as Heavenly Rainfalls (4)

Feng Xuxu bowed her head to look at her own bosom, not yet feeling that piercing sensation; evidently, it had not come yet. She turned to gaze at her daughter beside her, thinking that if it was because she had no milk, and it starved the child, it would truly be her own neglect. Upon realizing this, she nodded, "Alright, leave her to the wet nurse."

"Good, then you rest well." After tucking her in properly, he watched her fall asleep. After leaving instructions with Zhu Lengqing and Baihe, he then carried his little daughter away.

Qiqi and Yueyue waited until father came out before daring to approach, "Dad, I heard Aunt Mei say mother gave birth to a sister."

"Why didn’t you come in just now?" Carrying his little daughter, he crouched down, extending a hand to stroke the heads of his son and daughter, softly asking.

Qiqi and Yueyue shook their heads vehemently, "We were afraid to disturb sister, so we didn’t dare to go in."

Dugu Chen felt a pang in his heart upon hearing this, sensing that his son and daughter had suddenly grown up, becoming more sensible, and he felt deep comfort, "Come, look at your sister."

Peeling back a corner of the swaddling clothes, they revealed a small, peacefully sleeping face. Qiqi and Yueyue stretched their necks, curiously observing their sister wrapped in the tiny quilt; so tiny, just a bit of size, her face wrinkled.

"Dad, sister’s so small."

"Yeah, Big Brother is right, and she’s so ugly too."

Dugu Chen covered the corner of the swaddling clothes again and affectionately scraped each of their noses, "You were even smaller when you were just born."

Qiqi and Yueyue’s eyes widened in surprise, clearly disbelieving, "Alright, you’re permitted to rest for the day, go back and sleep."

"That’s great, today we can play with sister." Yueyue was quite excited, clapping her hands and exclaiming.

"Keep your voice down, you’ll startle the little sister."

Yueyue turned to look at her brother, her mouth pouted in grievance, "Brother, you’re scolding me. You’ve got a younger sister now, you don’t love me anymore."

"Who says I don’t love you? I still love you just as much as before." Qiqi, seeing his sister’s tears swirling in her eyes, clearly hurt, hurriedly stepped forward to explain.

Dugu Chen watched them, shaking his head, then stood up, glanced outside at the drizzle still falling, looked down at his daughter in his arms, his lips curving into a shallow smile. His daughter had just been born, and the rain had started to fall; it seemed the little princess was indeed a lucky star for Xueyan Country.

The next day, at Jinluan Hall.

Ministers, upon hearing that the Empress had given birth to a daughter the night before, all stepped forward to offer congratulations. Some even said that the unexpected sweet rain from the previous night had come because the Empress had given birth to a Princess, claiming the little princess was a blessing for the people of Xueyan Country.

Dugu Chen, without speaking, but with a smile curling the corners of his mouth, showed his happiness. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

A light rain continued to fall for nearly a month, and by the time the weather had cleared, it was midway through October. The air had turned cooler. Various places reported flooding in the fields. Thankfully, the water was promptly drained, but the crops were somewhat affected. Although there was a reduced yield compared to previous years, there was no total crop failure.

Upon hearing this news, Feng Xuxu immediately thought about the impact on the farmland due to the flood; after all, this was related to winter planting. She quickly summoned Yingsu, prepared the ink and brush, and wrote a thick letter, handing it to Yingsu: "Find a reliable person to deliver this to Feng Family Village, and hand it personally to my elder brother."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

In the blink of an eye, the little princess was a month old. The Imperial Palace was bustling with activity for an entire day. After consulting with Dugu Chen, Feng Xuxu named the little girl Dugu Xiaoyu, a name quite simple in meaning, as it had been drizzling when she was born, and the rain was anticipated by everyone. Thus, the name of the little princess was decided. After a couple of days, on a sunny day, in front of the clan members, they engraved the princess’s name on the jade butterfly.

On the seventh day of the eleventh month at the start of winter, having completed her confinement, Feng Xuxu had still not been able to produce milk, so she could only hand Xiaoyu over to the wet nurse. The child in confinement, apart from eating and sleeping, grew gradually larger. Initially thin, by the full month, she had filled out, no longer wrinkled, and indeed much lovelier than when she was first born, pleasingly plump. Qiqi and Yueyue finished their lessons and went to look at their sister. Regardless of whether Xiaoyu could

understand or not, they would tirelessly chatter every day. Qiqi prattled about his lessons on governance, while Yueyue about the poisons she fancied. Little Xiaoyu thus grew slowly amidst their animated environment.

By early December, winter had officially begun. Snow like goose feathers fluttered from the sky, a thick layer covering the ground, with the distance clothed in shimmering silver. This reminded him of a grand poem by the great Chairman Mao, which included such a line. On a whim, he turned and entered the room, picking up a brush to write down that majestic poem.

Dugu Chen walked in with a letter in hand, cloaked in a warm cape, and saw his wife admiring a piece of paper intently. Approaching for a closer look, he recited aloud:

The scenery of the northern country, frozen for thousands of miles, snow drifting across tens of thousands of miles.

Looking beyond the Great Wall, only a vast expanse remains; the massive river’s flow, suddenly silenced.

Mountains dancing like silver snakes, the wax-like elephants charging; seeking to compete with the heavens in height.

On clear days, watch the resplendent reds and whites, dazzling in their allure.

Such a lovely land, enticing countless heroes to bow in homage.

.........

Having recited the poem, Dugu Chen was visibly moved, "Wife, what a fine poem."

Feng Xuxu, however, blushed with embarrassment, "I didn’t write it; I merely copied the words of a great man."

"No matter who wrote it, I am very fond of this poem." Placing the letter on the table, he took the paper from her hands and called out loudly, "Someone! "

"My lord?"

"Carefully mount this poem and hang it in my Imperial Study."

Huang Yi carefully took the paper from the Emperor’s hands, meticulously rolling it up, and seeing no other instructions from the Emperor, turned and left.