Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Time passed slowly, and the sky darkened. The lamp stands on the second floor were filled with oil lamps.

The painful cries and the midwife's encouragement never ceased inside the room.

Listening to the increasingly hoarse cries from within, the group could only anxiously wait outside the delivery room.

Suddenly, a loud cry erupted from the delivery room, instantly electrifying everyone!

Fang Zheng Yi and Emperor Jing, Li Yuanzhao, exchanged glances, their eyes filled with joy.

Born! It's born!

The next moment, the midwife pushed open the door with a joyful expression.

Fang Zheng Yi rushed forward, his heart pounding, wanting to go in and see how Li Miaohan was doing.

The midwife quickly reached out to stop him, saying, "Congratulations, Lord Fang! Congratulations, Lord Fang! Mother and son are safe! Lord Fang, you can't go in yet. Please wait a little longer!"

Hearing the word "safe," Fang Zheng Yi's body went limp, and he almost collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, Li Yuanzhao supported him in time.

Fang Zheng Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead: "As long as she's okay. Is it a boy or a girl?"

The midwife was stunned.

"I'll go back and take another look!"

With that, she turned and entered the room.

"Lord Fang, it's a boy!" A voice came from inside the room.

Fang Zheng Yi revealed a simple-minded smile.

A boy is good; boys will be strong laborers in the future.

Emperor Jing silently watched Fang Zheng Yi, his eyes filled with relief.

It seemed he was truly worried out of his mind and genuinely cared for Miaohan.

"Zheng Yi, they already said mother and son are safe, why ask about the gender? Has the child's name been decided?"

Emperor Jing's question reminded Fang Zheng Yi.

The child's name had not yet been decided. Li Miaohan and he had discussed this issue more than once during her pregnancy.

The names Fang Zheng Yi suggested were all rejected.

Now that Emperor Jing mentioned it again, Fang Zheng Yi began to think again.

Fang Yun, Fang Qiangdong, Fang Fitte, Fang Jobs... Since Miaohan couldn't accept them, his father-in-law certainly wouldn't either. Such good names, but unfortunately, they don't quite fit the local customs. He could only choose a localized name.

"Your subject has thought about it. Let's call him Fang Laodong (Labor)."

"The reason for naming him Laodong is deeply meaningful. Our Fang family has been diligent for generations, taking pride in working for the country. We should hold ourselves and others to high standards. Now, the next generation must continue to inherit and promote the tradition of loving labor. When people hear it, they will want to actively work. To be honest, your subject even wants to change his name to this to constantly urge his subordinates to dedicate themselves to the country."

Li Yuanzhao burst out laughing, quickly covering his mouth. After regaining his composure, he said, "Lao Fang, I thought you would name him Fang Aiguo (Love the Country), Fang Aimin (Love the People), or something like that. I didn't expect it to be even more rustic! Laodong is good, this name is good!"

These two shameless scoundrels! They are both fathers now, yet they are still teasing the Emperor's grandson?

Emperor Jing twitched the corner of his mouth, first glaring at Li Yuanzhao, then looking at Fang Zheng Yi and saying in a cold voice, "Then you shall be called Fang Laodong from now on! The Emperor will personally choose a name for his grandson."

"Uh..."

Just as they were speaking, the midwife walked out of the room again, holding the swaddled baby. She approached Fang Zheng Yi and said, "Lord Fang, please take a look at the child. The room is still being cleaned. Once it's cleaned up, you can go see the princess."

Emperor Jing and Li Yuanzhao also approached, ready to see the newborn.

Fang Zheng Yi leaned over and looked at the child in the swaddling clothes, frowning and staring.

Inside the swaddling clothes, there was a wrinkled baby lying there, looking like a little old man.

He wasn't crying or fussing much, and his little hands were gripping unconsciously.

He couldn't be called handsome. To say he was ugly was praising him.

Although he was his own son, he didn't seem to feel the ecstasy he had imagined.

"He's really ugly," Fang Zheng Yi sighed.

"Yeah, why does he look like this? Not cute at all. Could he be sick?" Li Yuanzhao added blankly.

Emperor Jing also happened to lean over and, hearing this, became furious: "You two uneducated beasts! Newborn babies are like this. They will look better in a few days."

As he spoke, he snatched the swaddling clothes, gently held Fang Laodong in his arms, and teased him with his fingers, saying, "Where is this child ugly? Look how much his eyebrows resemble the Emperor's."

"Father, he doesn't have eyebrows yet," Li Yuanzhao thoughtfully reminded him.

Fang Zheng Yi nodded in agreement.

"Get out! Both of you get out! Why aren't you checking on Miaohan's condition! ?" Emperor Jing was furious.

Li Yuanzhao could be foolish sometimes, but Fang Zheng Yi's brain wasn't working well today either.

If the two of them continued, he was afraid he would have a stroke!

Before long, the room had been cleaned up, and the midwife opened the door, signaling that Fang Zheng Yi could enter.

Fang Zheng Yi quickly stepped into the room, and Emperor Jing followed with the child in his arms.

Li Miaohan was pale and lying weakly on the bed. Seeing Fang Zheng Yi, she forced a smile: "Husband, where's our son?"

"How are you? The Emperor is holding our son; don't worry about him. He's fine."

Emperor Jing held the swaddling clothes, sat down by the bed, and handed Fang Laodong to Li Miaohan, saying softly, "Miaohan, the child is well. You should rest well first."

Li Miaohan looked at the 'little old man' in the swaddling clothes, a flush returning to her face. She actually used her strength to prop herself up, wanting to hold the child.

Fang Zheng Yi quickly pressed her down, saying, "Listen to the Emperor. You rest first. You can hold him after you've rested well. He's still ugly now."

Li Miaohan widened her beautiful eyes and slowly glared at Fang Zheng Yi, scolding him in anger, "How can you say such things about your own child? Don't you like him?"

"I like him, I like him very much..." Fang Zheng Yi chuckled awkwardly.

"Father, has the child's name been decided?" Li Miaohan asked weakly.

Emperor Jing pondered, "It has been decided. How about calling him Chenyu, borrowing the meaning of 'vast territory' and taking the meaning of 'restraint in giving'?"

Li Miaohan nodded happily.

As expected of the Emperor, naming is much more reliable than her husband.

Before, he even wanted to give the child a four-character name called Fang Einstein, which made her stomach ache in anger.

Fang Zheng Yi curled his lips.

This name is too poor; it's not as grand and practical as Fang Laodong!

My son will definitely be involved in management in the future. With a leader named Laodong, how would the people below dare to slack off?

What a pity... Some people don't recognize talent.

Afterward, the group gathered around the child and began to chat. The delivery room was filled with a warm atmosphere.

Emperor Jing gently rocked Fang Chenyu in his arms, patting him from time to time, his face full of doting.

When he was happy, he would even reach out and poke his finger around his little mouth.

Fang Zheng Yi felt it was a bit unhygienic and hesitated several times, but ultimately held back.

Let the elderly man tease the child... A little dirt is not a problem; just consider it cultivating resistance.

Fang Zheng Yi asked, "Your Majesty, I heard that Consort Wei is also about to give birth in the palace these days. I wonder how the palace is preparing?"

Emperor Jing said, "Yes, the Imperial Hospital says it will be in the next few days. But you have given the Emperor a good omen here. I hope everything goes smoothly in the palace."

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