The Man Who Married a Tyrant

He Zheng was so tired that he felt as if someone was calling his name when he was in a daze. He groped forward in the nothingness but couldn’t find anyone who called him.

He suddenly heard a cry of a baby, and he turned to look for it, but a sense of weightlessness followed, and He Zheng woke up suddenly.

He panted, opened his eyes slightly, and the familiar top of the bed told him that he was still in Fang Tianzhuo’s Hall of Mental Cultivation. Suddenly, a slightly haggard handsome face appeared in front of him. Fang Tianzhuo’s forehead drooped straight down. He seemed relieved when he touched his face: “Zheng’Er is awake.” He Zheng relaxed his body and sensed the pain in his body

Painful and exhausted, he touched his abdomen with one hand, it was flat, and suddenly he was in a trance: “Did the child come out?”

Fang Tianzhuo put his hand on his, and sighed softly: “Came out.” There are mixed feelings: “Where is he?”

Fang Tianzhuo ordered someone to bring the child over. He Zheng sat up with his arms around his waist, and a pillow was stuffed behind him. He hesitated: “This… I, I gave birth to it?”

Fang Tianzhuo laughed: “Naturally.”

He Zheng stretched out his hand timidly and carefully hugged the child under the instructions of the nanny. He can clearly feel the softness and lightness of his body, the weight is like holding a cat.

The little prince’s face is small, not as big as an adult’s palm. His skin is tender, with a reddish color, a small nose, small eyes and a small mouth, and looks a bit ugly.

He Zheng’s heart surged up, and he burst into tears: “Was it really birth by me? Why doesn’t he resemble me?”

Fang Tianzhuo’s voice came from his ear gently: “In a few days, he will grow more. You can see it.”

The little guy was hugged by him and yawned, and then he closed his eyes and fell asleep. He Zheng stared at him blankly, and couldn’t help but smirk: “It’s so cute, but why is the skin like this? Is he sick?”

He felt that the little prince’s skin was not healthy, not as fair and tender as the baby he had seen before.

The nurse on the side immediately smiled and said: “Empress, newborn babies are like this, and it will be fine in a few days.”

Fang Tianzhuo lowered his head and pushed aside the swaddle, and looked at the sleeping little guy with him. In those days, his nose felt weak for a while, and his heart was even more sour and swollen, with extremely complicated emotions.

From the beginning, he thought that he would be cut open by Fang Tianzhuo to get his son dead, and now he has given birth to this healthy little life safely, and his body and spirit have been greatly tortured. He has been worried that he will die, be killed by Fang Tianzhuo, or die in the bed of childbirth. Now that everything has finally settled, he suddenly feels extremely tired, as if the taut heartstrings suddenly relax, and he can’t help leaning toward Fang Tianzhuo’s shoulder: “Did you send someone to inform my brother?”

Fang Tianzhuo was displeased that he mentioned his brother as soon as he woke up, but he still said, “Yes.”

He Zheng asked again, “Did Your Majesty give him a name?”

“Yes.”

“What’s his name?”

“The surname is Fang and his given name is Rui, written with Chang Gu character.”
[Chang Gu is a Chinese vocabulary, interpreted as looking back for a long time.]

“The character?” He Zheng raised his face and said, “What is your Majesty’s character?”

“I have no other characters.” Fang Tianzhuo held his hand holding the child, and said, “No one bothered making one for me.”

He Zheng blinked as if something flashed through his mind. He comforted: “I also have no other characters in my name, and neither the other immortals.”

ang Tianzhuo smiled lightly and hugged him tenderly.

He Zheng asked curiously: “Then what does his name mean?”

“I want him to be a sharp and exquisite gun, not afraid of difficulties and dangers, and go forward bravely.”

Rubbing his cheek lightly, with a comforting meaning, he asked: “What about that character?”

Fang Tianzhuo was silent for a moment and whispered: “May he always take care of my wife and son for me.”

He Zheng’s heart suddenly squeezed as if something had stabbed him.

He seeks peace and joy for the empress and the little prince, but for himself; it turns out that he is…alone.

Fang Tianzhuo’s eyes were always dark and deep, and he couldn’t see to the end, but this time, He Zheng read something for the first time, but it seemed to be surrounded by a cloud of fog, and he could only understand it, but it was hard to express it in words.

He smiled subconsciously: “Then I beg, please Your Majesty to live a long life and be blessed.”

Fang Tianzhuo narrowed his eyes. This was not the answer he expected, “It is not rare for me to live a long life.”

He Zheng’s eyes were piercing, Fang Tianzhuo didn’t seem to understand what he meant. Fang Tianzhuo looked at him for a moment and thoughtfully said: “But Zheng’Er is greedy for life and afraid of death. I’d better live longer.”

He Zheng was dissatisfied: “Who is afraid of death? What’s more, if you live longer, what does it have to do with me?”

“If I die first, I will definitely be buried with Zheng’Er.”

He Zheng: “…”

He looked at Fang Tianzhuo hesitantly, suspecting that the other party was joking, but Meeting the man’s smiling eyes, he immediately understood that this was not a joke. If Fang Tianzhuo hiccuped in the next second, Nanmen Liang would definitely stab him in the neck with a knife.

He swallowed his saliva, hugged the baby silently, and said muffledly, “How can you be like this?”

Fang Tianzhuo laughed because of his reaction: “I’m just playing with Zheng’Er. ”

Seeing that they were warm enough, Nanmen Liang walked in quickly: “Your Majesty, everyone is waiting for you to pray at the altar” He Zheng belatedly remembered: “Today is Your Majesty’s birthday? The little prince…”

Fang Tianzhuo kissed him on the cheek: “Zheng’Er needs to have a rest. I will come back to accompany you for dinner later.”