Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

Yan Donghuang quietly admired the changes in his expression. Seeing his brows sometimes tangled and sometimes distressed, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise: "What's wrong? Is this the first time you see a newborn baby?"

"...Not for this reason." Feng Yaoguang squatted down with the child in her arms and put her son next to her, "Your Majesty, do you think this child looks a little strange?"

The child looks strange?

When the midwives heard this, their faces suddenly changed, and they all leaned over to look at the little prince.

They just saw that the little prince was normal, and they confirmed again and again that there was no problem before they dared to congratulate His Majesty. How could it be strange?

Did they overlook something?

This is His Majesty's first child. If there is really something strange, none of the midwives who delivered the baby today will be able to escape and will all die.

Yan Donghuang asked, "Why is it strange?"

"My Lord Imperial Husband." Yuan Ziying frowned and stared at him, "The little prince looks fine, why are you talking like that? Didn't you see that the midwives were scared to death by you?"

Feng Yaoguang turned his head and looked at the midwives, stood up, and said calmly, "It's none of your business. Today, you delivered the prince and kept His Majesty and his mother safe, and your contribution is great. Ziying, each of you will be rewarded with 50 taels of silver, and they will also take some cakes and candied fruits back to reward their families. The palace maids in Chongming Palace will be rewarded with 20 taels each, so that they can share in the joy."

The six midwives were saved from danger and received so much extra silver. They knelt down in surprise to thank them: "Thank you, Your Majesty, thank you, my Lord Imperial Husband!"

The midwives explained the precautions for postpartum delivery to Yuan Ziying and left with the silver.

The palace maids began to clean up the palace in an orderly manner, and set up a comfortable crib for the little prince. The wet nurse was already on standby, just waiting for the little prince to start feeding when he was hungry.

Yuan Ziying ordered people to give out silver, and then placed the wet nurse in the side hall and asked about some details.

Feng Yaoguang saw that everyone had left, and then he quietly spoke: "What I mean is that my son doesn't look like me, nor like you... He just looks a little ordinary. Will there be no girls who like him when he grows up?"

Yan Donghuang's mouth twitched: "..."

As soon as the child was born, he began to worry about whether there would be girls who liked him in the future?

As a royal husband, shouldn't he worry about whether his son has the ability to shoulder the heavy responsibility of the country?

"Although he has status and position, it is still advantageous to have a better appearance." Feng Yaoguang said, "This way, the chance of getting true love is greater. If his appearance is too ordinary, then the woman may just like his status and position..."

Yuan Ziying ordered the wet nurse to wait in the side hall first. When she came back and heard this unpleasant remark, she was immediately furious and couldn't help wanting to poison him to silence him.

"Does the Emperor think that he is the most beautiful man in the world?" She frowned and looked at him, "How can the little prince be ordinary? There is something wrong with your eyes. The midwife said that the child looks noble and blessed. How dare you say that he is ordinary?"

Just after His Majesty gave birth, he came to say that the child looks ordinary. Is he deliberately trying to make His Majesty angry?

He is indeed a big and strong general who doesn't know how to be gentle and considerate at all.

Feng Yaoguang ignored her words.

After all, Yuan Ziying has a god-like worship of Yan Donghuang. She loves him and thinks that the little prince is good-looking. Maybe she is just deceiving herself.

As the father of the child, Feng Yaoguang can naturally evaluate his child's appearance more objectively.

"Not ugly." Yan Donghuang raised his hand and touched his son's little face. "Newborn babies are like this. If you look at him again in a few days, you will find him completely different." Feng Yaoguang was suspicious: "Really?" Yan Donghuang hummed: "The child is born, and you, as a father, should think of a name for him." "Your Majesty is the boss." Feng Yaoguang answered without thinking, "When he grows up, I will be responsible for teaching him to read and practice martial arts." "There are tutors for reading and masters for martial arts." Yan Donghuang smiled, "You are not needed." Feng Yaoguang was silent, then his eyes fell on her pale face, leaned over and kissed her face: "Well, I only assist your majesty and relieve your worries and work." Yuan Ziying was nauseous, pouted, and turned away.