mesbooks Chapter 238 "Why doesn't he seem like a prince?"
Chapter 238 "Why doesn't he seem like a prince?"
In the blink of an eye, a month has passed like a fleeting moment, and today marks the one-month anniversary of Jincheng's birth.
Inside the Ninth Prince's Mansion, a bustling and prosperous scene unfolded. The vermilion gates were wide open, and guests came and went in an endless stream. Red lanterns hung high, swaying gently in the wind and casting a warm glow.
In the courtyard, flowers bloom in profusion, their rich fragrance mingling with the aroma of wine in the air. The melodious sounds of string and wind instruments drift through the air, and dancers, their colorful sleeves fluttering, dance gracefully in the center of the spacious courtyard, their every movement exuding elegance.
Everyone was laughing and chatting, raising their glasses in celebration, and the atmosphere was festive everywhere.
The palace was bustling with activity. The glazed tiles gleamed in the sunlight, and exquisite red silk and dazzling pearls adorned the carved beams and painted rafters.
Murong Yi looked down at the baby in his arms who was giggling at him. His face was full of tenderness and joy as a new father. His usually cold and stern eyes softened into a warm spring.
A glint of tenderness shone in his eyes, the kind of doting affection a father has for his child. His lips curved into a wide smile, revealing a set of clean, white teeth, and his laughter was hearty and cheerful: "Look how happy Cheng'er is! Hahaha~"
The laughter echoed in the courtyard of the Ninth Prince's mansion, startling the birds on the branches, which flapped their wings and flew away into the distance.
Su Wan'er stood beside him, leaning slightly against him, looking like a little bird seeking shelter. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were full of happiness, and she said softly with a smile, "Your Highness is Cheng'er's biological father~ Of course Cheng'er is close to Your Highness!" Her voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, carrying a hint of sweetness.
Upon hearing this, Murong Yi laughed even louder. He held the child steadily in one arm and gently wrapped his other arm around Su Wan'er's waist, completely immersed in the atmosphere of happiness.
Huan'er stood silently behind Su Wan'er, watching the heartwarming scene unfold before her. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she pursed her lips, her heart filled with joy, yet also with a lingering sense of satisfaction.
Lin Qianqian watched this scene from afar, the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up, her eyes full of gentle smiles, just like the warm spring sun, warm and touching.
She stepped forward, bending down to carefully examine Jincheng's small face, her eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry. She stared for a long time, her brows gradually furrowing into a deep frown, a sense of unease rising within her: this child's features and contours bore no resemblance to the prince, yet where did this feeling of familiarity come from? Completely perplexed, she subconsciously murmured to herself, "Your Highness, why do I feel... Jincheng doesn't look like you? It's as if I've seen him somewhere before?"
"Oh? Is that so!" Upon hearing this, Murong Yi subconsciously looked down at the baby in the swaddling clothes, examining him carefully, her brows furrowing slightly as she pondered.
Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er's face turned deathly pale, her eyes widened in shock and panic, like a frightened fawn.
She subconsciously took a step forward, waving her hand urgently to stop him: "How could that be? Jincheng is my son with the Prince. If he doesn't resemble the Prince, who else could he resemble!" Her voice rose involuntarily, carrying a hint of barely concealed excitement and panic.
Seeing this, Lin Qianqian quickly smiled and comforted her, "Don't worry, little sister, I was just saying. Maybe Jincheng is still young and we can't tell who he looks like yet. He'll look better when he grows up."
Murong Yi quickly chimed in, "Yes, Wan'er, Qianqian was just saying it casually. You don't need to get excited. I know my child well."
Su Wan'er took a deep breath, trying to suppress the unease surging within her, but her heartbeat grew increasingly rapid. She quietly clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms.
On the surface, she forced a smile, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Sister is right, I was just too nervous. Maybe it's because I'm a new mother and can't stand hearing anything bad."
Even so, a trace of panic and worry, which she could not shake off, was still hidden in her lowered eyes.
With joy on his face, Murong Yi said loudly, "Today is Cheng'er's one-month birthday. Don't be downcast. Let's all laugh and celebrate this joyous day together!" His voice was cheerful, carrying an undeniable authority and joy.
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian and Su Wan'er quickly bowed respectfully and replied in unison, "Yes!"
Lin Qianqian leaned forward slightly, her eyes smiling, exuding gentleness; Su Wan'er lowered her head slightly, her face bearing a proper smile, but a hint of nervousness flashed in her eyes.
Xiao Die stayed close to Lin Qianqian, carefully supporting her with both hands, her eyes full of concern and caution. She would occasionally glance up at Lin Qianqian's face and softly ask, "Miss, be careful!"
Lin Qianqian gently patted Xiaodie's hand and whispered, "I'm fine!"
At this moment, the Prince's mansion was bustling with activity. The vermilion gates were wide open, and guests came and went in an endless stream, each with a smile on their face, bowing and congratulating the people of the mansion.
In the courtyard, large red lanterns hung high, swaying gently in the wind and casting a festive glow. Colorful silks fluttered under the eaves, complementing the blooming flowers throughout the courtyard and adding to its beauty.
The servants moved among the crowd, their trays laden with exquisite pastries and fine wines, warmly welcoming the guests.
On the stage, actors, adorned in full makeup, performed their songs, recitations, acting, and acrobatics, each move drawing cheers from the audience. Children played and laughed in the courtyard, chasing colorful butterflies, their clear, melodious laughter adding to the festive atmosphere.
Murong Yi, dressed in magnificent robes and with an upright posture, led Princess Lin Qianqian and Consort Su Wan'er, carefully holding the baby in her arms, and steadily walked towards the prepared vermilion-wheeled carriage.
This magnificent carriage is exquisitely decorated, with intricate patterns carved into its body. It is pulled by two glossy horses, whose saddles and bridles are made of the finest leather and inlaid with gemstones, gleaming in the sunlight.
With a crisp crack of the whip, the carriage slowly started moving, heading towards the palace.
Along the way, the warm sun shone brightly, and a gentle breeze caressed the scene. On both sides of the road were vast fields of farmland, with tender green wheat seedlings swaying gently in the wind, like ripples spreading across a green ocean.
A babbling brook flows gently beside the fields, its crystal-clear water revealing smooth pebbles and small fish swimming freely at the bottom. In the distance, rolling mountains meet the blue sky, and a few houses are scattered at their foot, with wisps of smoke rising from their chimneys, creating a tranquil and peaceful pastoral scene.
Lin Qianqian sat in the car, lifted the sheer curtains of the window, gazed at the picturesque scenery outside, took a deep breath of fresh air, and instantly felt refreshed. She slightly narrowed her eyes, a contented smile appearing on her face.
The warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow on her face. She unconsciously stroked her prominently pregnant belly, her heart filled with anticipation and happiness.
She couldn't help but sigh, realizing how rare such a peaceful and beautiful journey was amidst the turmoil of the royal palace. The little life within her was the most precious gift bestowed upon her by heaven, and she eagerly awaited its arrival. The child, together with Murong Yi, would cherish the warmth of this home.