547: Chapter 547 Another Member Joins the City Lord's Mansion

Northern Frontier City, the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

The warm sunlight of late spring filtered through the carved wooden windows, spilling into the courtyard paved with bluestone slabs.

Light-colored gauze curtains hanging under the veranda swayed gently in the breeze; it should have been a leisurely and peaceful scene, but it was now tightly wrapped in an atmosphere intertwined with tension and joy.

The servants in the mansion moved with light steps, each performing their duties, and even the footsteps that usually echoed as they moved about were kept extremely soft, for fear of disturbing the person in the delivery room, revealing a careful solemnity everywhere.

Since Aunt Xu had recovered after exhausting her Origin Qi to protect the formation some days ago, she had continued to manage the various matters in the mansion as usual, from the daily life and diet of the female family members to the furnishings and arrangements within the mansion, everything was arranged gently and properly; she was truly the most capable housekeeper of the City Lord's Mansion, and everyone deeply respected this meticulous and thoughtful elder from the bottom of their hearts.

However, recently, she always felt inexplicably tired, often felt a faint sense of nausea when rising in the morning, and her appetite became unusually picky.

The clear tea and Spirit Medicine that used to be mellow and nourishing to her Origin Qi now made her throat feel astringent and her stomach churn with discomfort at the slightest touch of her lips, and her whole person lacked her usual vigor, occasionally leaning on the veranda to rest, only to feel exhaustion rising after just a moment.

At first, she thought it was because of the excessive depletion before the battle and that her Origin Qi had not yet fully recovered, so she forced herself to handle matters, not wanting to disrupt the rules of the mansion because of herself, and did not take it to heart at all.

But this discomfort lasted for several days without any improvement, and a faint layer of doubt gradually rose between her brows, and she had secretly pondered the reason in private.

However, with the Princess's due date just in these few days, and everyone in the mansion busy with the preparations for the birth, she suppressed this doubt in the bottom of her heart and devoted herself to the preparations for the birth.

Under the meticulous care of Aunt Xu and the servants, the entire backyard of the City Lord's Mansion had long been organized and spotless.

The mansion had long ago found the most experienced Midwife in Northern Frontier City, who had handled countless difficult birth cases, and she had moved into the mansion ten days in advance, ready at all times.

The delivery room was decorated to be warm and comfortable, with clean pure cotton gauze, Spirit Medicine for stopping bleeding and healing wounds, and High Grade Medicinal Pill for nourishing the parturient's Origin Qi and blood, all complete and neatly arranged.

Su Yunniang, as the First Lady of the mansion, personally sat in the East Courtyard to coordinate all matters, attending to everything herself, not daring to have the slightest slack; Aunt Xu, despite her discomfort, took turns on duty with Su Wan, taking careful care and comforting everyone's emotions; even Jiang Yumei, who was far away in the city running the Hundred Herbs Hall, specifically closed the shop and rushed over with a medicine chest full of gold needles, nourishing soups, and emergency Spirit Medicine, ready to deal with any emergencies that might occur during childbirth.

Situ Jun even pushed all the military and political trifles of Northern Frontier City to Zhu Changpo, and any matter that Zhu Changpo could handle was left entirely to him to decide, and even if there were tricky matters that could not be handled, they were temporarily set aside, with orders to wait until the Princess had safely given birth before discussing them again, while he himself stayed in the mansion without leaving an inch, his heart entirely tied to the delivery room.

On this day, in the East Courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, outside the courtyard where the Princess lived.

In the past, this iron-blooded City Lord, who could face thousands of troops without changing his expression, had sat in Northern Frontier for several years, shaking all directions, and could determine the outcome of a battle with a wave of his hand, now completely lost his usual calmness and majesty.

He was dressed in casual clothes, pacing back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, his steps hurried, and his brows tightly locked into a "chuan" shape.

His deep, calm, and unruffled eyes were now full of anxiety.

Even his state of mind, which was usually as steady as a mountain and did not panic even under the pressure of ten thousand jun, was now in a mess.

His deputy general, Tu Xiong, saw this in his eyes and secretly found it funny.

Having followed Situ Jun for many years, he had never seen him in such a state of disarray, but he did not dare to make fun of him, so he had to silently order someone to brew a cup of calming hot tea and handed it to Situ Jun with both hands, persuading him:

"City Lord, please sit down and rest. The Princess has deep blessings and good fortune, she will surely give birth smoothly, and both mother and child will be safe."

Situ Jun took the teacup, just took a sip of the warm tea, trying to calm his mood, when a shrill cry of pain suddenly came from the delivery room, hitting his heart hard.

His hand shook violently, some of the hot tea splashed out, and the teacup almost slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

His originally tense face turned deathly pale in an instant, without a trace of blood, his heart jumped to his throat, and his whole body stiffened in place, with only the intermittent cries of pain from the delivery room remaining in his ears, and no other sound.

Tu Xiong hurriedly stepped forward to take the teacup and placed it on the stone table beside him, sighing secretly in his heart:

The world says that the City Lord is iron-blooded and ruthless, guarding the Northern Frontier with decisive killing, but who would have thought that this City Lord, who could face thousands of troops and life-and-death situations calmly, would be so out of control and flustered when facing his wife and child giving birth, which shows how deeply he loves his wife and the child in her womb.

Time passed slowly, second by second, and every moment seemed to be stretched countless times; the cries of pain in the delivery room were intermittent, and every sound tugged at the hearts of everyone outside the courtyard.

Su Yunniang's expression was calm, but she was also tightly clutching the handkerchief in her hand; Su Wan, Aunt Xu, and others all held their breath, their eyes fixed on the door of the delivery room, full of anticipation and worry.

I don't know how long it had passed, when a crisp, loud, and vibrant baby's cry finally broke through the barrier of the delivery room, resounding through the entire courtyard and spreading throughout the East Courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

The cry was clear and clean, like a wisp of spring breeze, instantly dispersing all the anxiety and tension hovering over the courtyard.

The wooden door of the delivery room was gently pushed open, and the Midwife, covered in sweat but with a face full of smiles, walked out quickly, holding the baby wrapped in a soft swaddle embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, and bowed to Situ Jun to congratulate him, her voice full of irrepressible joy:

"Congratulations, City Lord! Congratulations, City Lord! The Princess has given birth successfully, and both mother and daughter are safe! It is a daughter, fair and clean, with exquisite features, so beautiful!"

Situ Jun almost took three steps in two, staggering forward, his hands, which were usually steady and powerful when wielding a sword to kill the enemy, were now trembling slightly, and he carefully took the small swaddle.

The baby in his arms was extremely small, a soft little ball, her skin pink and delicate, her eyes not yet open, her little mouth opening and closing, making a weak but crisp cry, her little hands unconsciously clutching into small fists, gently rubbing against the swaddle.

He lowered his head and stared at this incredibly tender little face in his arms, the deepest and softest part of his heart collapsed, and a wave of unprecedented warm emotion swept over his whole body, his nose felt sore, his eye sockets uncontrollably became slightly hot, and his vision was a little blurred.

This was his daughter, the first daughter of Situ Jun in this world, the treasure he would protect with his life.

"Qingyin."

He spoke in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse due to tension and excitement, but with unprecedented tenderness and affection, his eyes fixed on the baby's face:

"Little one, from now on you will be called Situ Qingyin. Father wishes you a life of lightness and worry-free, with a bright and beautiful demeanor, unstained by the dust of the world, untouched by disputes, living a life of freedom and peace."

Jiang Yumei walked out slowly from the delivery room, watching Situ Jun's gentle appearance, and listening to this name full of meaning, smiled gently and agreed softly:

"Qingyin, a good name. Light and free, with a bright tone, hiding the City Lord's deepest expectations, this child will surely be a gentle, bright, and smooth-sailing good girl in the future."

Situ Jun carefully handed the swaddle to the experienced wet nurse who had been waiting for a long time, instructed her again and again to take good care of her, and then strode into the delivery room.

The delivery room was filled with a faint scent of medicine and blood, and the Princess was leaning weakly against the head of the bed, her face as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, her forehead covered with dense cold sweat, a few strands of black hair soaked by sweat, sticking to her cheeks and neck, her aura weak, looking extremely tired and haggard, obviously having gone through great suffering.

But the moment she saw Situ Jun enter, a bright light instantly lit up in her dim eyes, and a weak but full of joy and satisfaction smile rose at the corners of her mouth, using all her strength, she spoke softly:

"Husband, is the child... is the child okay?"

Her voice was extremely weak, like a gossamer, and every word she spoke exhausted her remaining strength.

Situ Jun walked quickly to the bedside, took her slightly cool hand gently, bent down, and printed a kiss full of tenderness and pity on her sweat-damp forehead, his voice hoarse and gentle:

"The child is very good, very healthy, pink and jade-carved, I named her Qingyin, Situ Qingyin. Princess, you have worked hard, you have suffered."

The Princess's eyes turned red, and hot tears rolled down silently, wetting the brocade pillow under her.

From being married far away to another country in the past, trapped in prison, going through thousands of dangers and hardships to return to Tianqi, and now forming a bond with Situ Jun, staying together, and giving birth to their flesh and blood, she had waited for such a stable and happy day for too, too long, and all the past sufferings turned into full sweetness at this moment.