450: Mother and child are safe

Just as everyone was anxious, a streak of light suddenly landed at the entrance of Yunxiang Courtyard.

Everyone looked up and saw Situ Jun walking quickly, his dark robes still carrying the chill of the wind.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then quickly rose and bowed in salute:

“Husband!”

“Manor Lord!”

“Dispense with the formalities.”

Situ Jun waved his hand, his voice carrying an imperceptible hint of urgency, his gaze fixed on the tightly shut delivery room door:

“How is the situation inside?”

The Embroiderer stepped forward and whispered:

“The labor pains started half an hour ago. The Midwife and female Cultivators are all inside. They said the baby is in the correct position. Yun Niang is a Golden Core Cultivator, so her Physique is stronger than ordinary women’s. Husband, you don’t need to worry.”

Situ Jun nodded, his hanging heart slightly relieved.

He did not enter. The delivery room was a place for women to give birth, and it was inconvenient for men to enter. He could only wait outside.

He raised his hand and said:

“Bring all the thousand-year ginseng, Snow Lotus Paste, and Medicinal Pills for Cultivators from the storeroom and send them into the delivery room. If Yun Niang can’t hold on, use them immediately, without any reservations.”

“Yes!”

Wang Decai quickly responded, then turned and hurried away.

Time passed, bit by bit.

Inside the delivery room, Su Yunniang’s suppressed cries of pain could be heard from time to time. The intermittent sounds made everyone’s hearts tighten.

Liu Xuaner’s eyes turned red as she listened, and she couldn’t help but cover her mouth, trying hard not to let tears fall.

Li Danying also bit her lip tightly, her palms covered in sweat.

Situ Jun stood under the corridor, his hands behind his back, looking at the Hong Mei tree in the courtyard.

The plum blossoms were in full bloom, with specks of white snow on the vibrant red petals. The red and white contrasted, creating a breathtaking beauty.

But his mind was not on these plum blossoms at all.

He could clearly feel Su Yunniang’s Qi in the delivery room, sometimes steady, sometimes chaotic. Every time it was chaotic, his heart tightened a little more.

After an unknown amount of time, the sun gradually moved westward, and the sky was stained with a magnificent sunset, coloring the entire Beijiang City and the distant snow-capped mountains with a warm orange-red hue.

Just as everyone was about to lose their composure, a loud cry of a baby suddenly came from the delivery room!

The cry was clear and strong, breaking the silence of Yunxiang Courtyard and the twilight of Beijiang City.

Immediately after, the Midwife’s overjoyed voice came out, filled with laughter:

“Born! Born! It’s a Young Master! A healthy Young Master! Mother and son are safe!”

“Wah—wah—”

The baby’s cries came one after another, as clear as a mountain spring.

Outside Yunxiang Courtyard, it instantly became a joyous commotion!

Liu Xuaner was the first to laugh, disregarding her image:

“Born! It’s a Young Master! That’s wonderful! Yun Niang is fine!”

Li Danying let out a sigh of relief, raised her hand to stroke her belly, a relieved smile appearing on her face, and her tense shoulders relaxed.

The Embroiderer let out a long breath, tears glinting in her eyes, and clasped her hands together, muttering:

“So good, so good.”

The rest of the people also showed joyful expressions, offering congratulations. The solemn atmosphere in the hall instantly dissipated, replaced by abundant joy.

Situ Jun stood under the corridor, his body trembling slightly, his eyes instantly filled with warmth.

He quickly walked to the delivery room door, just as the Midwife came out, holding a swaddled baby.

The Midwife’s face was wreathed in smiles as she carefully handed the swaddled baby to Situ Jun:

“Congratulations, City Lord! A healthy Young Master! Mother and son are safe! City Lord, look, the Young Master is born so handsome, his features are very refined, he’s practically carved from the same mold as you!”

Situ Jun reached out, his movements carrying a clumsiness and cautiousness he himself hadn't noticed, and took the swaddled baby.

The swaddling was made of soft brocade. The little infant inside was delicate and lovely, with a tiny, wrinkled face, eyes still closed, and mouth opening and closing, crying loudly.

His slender fingers were tightly clenched into fists, and his tiny body curled slightly in Situ Jun’s arms.

This was his child, his first son.

A warmth he had never experienced before instantly swept through Situ Jun’s limbs and bones.

His heart had long been tempered as hard as iron, but at this moment, holding this tiny life in his arms, he felt his heart soften completely.

He lowered his head, looking at the infant in his arms, his gaze so gentle it could drip water.

His voice was hoarse, but filled with endless tenderness, repeating two words:

“Good… good…”

He looked up at the servants and Guards around him, his voice steady, but with obvious joy:

“Rewards! All servants and Guards in the manor will be heavily rewarded! A banquet will be held in the manor today, and everyone can drink to their heart’s content, not returning until drunk!”

“Thank you, City Lord!”

The Midwife and the surrounding maids and servants bowed in salute, their faces full of joy.

Jiang Yan and the others also gathered around, looking at the tiny infant with expressions of fondness in their eyes.

Liu Xuaner leaned forward, looking at the baby’s rosy little face, and smiled:

“Listening to this cry, he will surely be a heroic man like Husband in the future!”

Li Danying also said softly:

“His eyebrows and eyes resemble Yun Niang, delicate and handsome; his nose and mouth resemble Husband, full of heroic spirit. When he grows up, he will surely be a handsome man who captivates countless maidens.”

Jiang Yan watched quietly from the side, sighing inwardly that the heir to Beijiang had been born. With this child, the Foundation of Beijiang City would surely become even more stable.

Situ Jun carefully held the infant. After seeing the child, he eagerly asked:

“How is my wife?”

“Replying to City Lord, Madam is just a bit exhausted from overexertion, but her spirits are good. She is resting inside now.” The Midwife respectfully replied.

“I’ll go in and see her.”

Situ Jun finished speaking, then carried the child and turned to walk into the inner room.

The inner room had been cleaned, filled with soothing incense, and was warm and cozy.

Su Yunniang leaned against the headboard, covered by a thick brocade quilt.

Her face was slightly pale, her bangs damp with sweat, clinging to her smooth forehead, yet it could not hide the tenderness of a new mother.

Her eyes were clear, and a satisfied and gentle smile played on her lips as she gazed towards the doorway.

Seeing Situ Jun enter, the smile in her eyes deepened, and she softly called out:

“Husband.”

Her gaze, however, fell on the swaddled baby Situ Jun was holding, filled with maternal love.

Situ Jun quickly walked forward, carefully handed the infant in his arms to her, and softly said:

“Yun Niang, look, our son.”

Su Yunniang looked at the child in the swaddling, her eyes welled up, and clear tears fell, sliding down her cheeks.

In those tears, there was the pain of childbirth, the fatigue of ten months of pregnancy, but more, there was the joy and happiness of being a new mother.

She gently raised her hand, her fingertips carefully stroking the child’s small face, her movements very cautious and tender.

A moment later, her voice was soft as a feather, filled with deep affection:

“Husband, what name should this little fellow... have?”

Situ Jun gazed at the mother and son, his heart filled with tenderness.

He looked up again at the window. The sunset stained the snow peaks red, and also the sky above Beijiang City, magnificent and grand.

He pondered for a moment, his gaze falling on the infant’s small face, and said solemnly, word by word:

“Let’s call him... Situ Fengyan. ‘Yan’ means a raging fire spreading across the plains, invulnerable to all evil, and also possesses the might of an Emperor. I wish for him to have the ability to protect a region in the future, to protect those he wishes to protect, and to Guard the vast lands of Beijiang.”

Su Yunniang listened, stunned, then smiled through her tears:

“Good, Situ Fengyan it is. This name is excellent.”

She lowered her head, looking at the child in her arms, and softly murmured:

“Yan’er, my son…”

Situ Jun smiled slightly, held her hand, and a gentle stream of spiritual energy slowly entered her body, carefully examining her physical condition.

Confirming that she was only overly exhausted and not seriously harmed, the stone hanging in his heart finally fell.

His voice was much softer than usual, filled with deep tenderness:

“You worked hard, Yun Niang. We have a son.”

Su Yunniang shook her head, her gaze gently fixed on the swaddled baby in her arms, her smile graceful and content:

“It is my good fortune, Yun Niang, to bear a child for Husband and an heir for Beijiang City.”

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