Time always flies so fast, and in the blink of an eye, it has been three months since they returned from eliminating bandits. The slightly cool autumn breeze has turned into a cold and biting wind, and people wearing thin clothes have also put on thick garments. When people breathe out in the open air, they can clearly see white mist coming out.
Just a few days ago, the first heavy snow of this year fell, and the elderly people all said that a good harvest is expected in a snowy year, but too much snow is not good either.
The bigger the snow, the colder the weather, the colder the weather, the more people will die this winter. In Beiping City, there are so many beggars and refugees who have no money to buy warm clothes for winter. Facing the big snowflakes in the sky, they can only pray that God will leave a way out for them, pray that the straw on their bodies can withstand the white wind and snow...
This heavy snowfall has dressed the city of Beiping in a white garment, which looks much better than its original yellowish-brown color from afar. However, this snow has been falling for three whole days without showing any sign of stopping. The sky is a vast expanse of white, the earth is a vast expanse of white, and people are also a vast expanse of white.
Heaven did not hear the cries of the beggars, which led to a sudden increase in the number of deaths in Beijing overnight. Among them were not only those who froze to death on the roadside wearing tattered clothes but also innocent civilians who died from slipping and falling due to the darkness.
Zhu Dian is now facing a death toll that he can't do anything about, he's not God, can't stop this snow, and can only watch as more and more people die in this winter.
Before Zhu Di had fully digested this bad news, another major event occurred in the Yanwang Mansion: his beloved concubine Xu was about to give birth. The sixth member of this family would soon arrive in this world.
"Ah……ah!" Madam Xu's anguished wails filled the entire palace, as the maids scurried about in a flurry of activity. Zhu Di gazed at the basins of hot water stained crimson with blood, his heart involuntarily skipping a beat.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! The midwife says the situation is not looking good, Madame seems to be running out of energy, she's asking whether to prioritize the mother or the child!" A palace maid rushed over, her voice trembling with fear.
"I want both! Did you hear me?! Go back and tell him, if my Lin'er and Ai Fei have any mishap, I'll make her pay with her life!" Zhu Di's face was twisted in a fierce scowl, it had been three quarters of an hour already, and still no birth, Zhu Di's anxiety was on the verge of erupting into rage.
"Right! Isn't there also a medicinal soup? Quickly send a bowl to the princess!" Just as Zhu Di was anxiously pacing back and forth, he suddenly remembered this matter and hastily ordered his men to fetch it.
He stood behind the door and listened to his beloved queen's miserable cries, his two hands clenched tightly, his fingernails digging deep into the flesh of his palms...
The midwife who was assisting with the delivery in the room also felt a chill upon hearing Zhu Di's threatening words, and she couldn't help but think that if she had known earlier, she wouldn't have taken this lucrative job, which now put her own life at risk.
This midwife is one of the most famous in the Beijing area, with over a hundred deliveries recorded on official registers, and only six or seven stillbirths, which is an unprecedented achievement in the midwifery community of the Ming Dynasty.
She had encountered situations like this before, but if it were an ordinary family, it would be over with just a stain on her record. However, she was now attending to the birth of the King of Yan's child, and the newborn was a member of the royal bloodline. If anything went wrong, she didn't dare think about the consequences.
But now that things have come to this point, she can only do her best. Generally speaking, women who have given birth before will not have too much trouble the next time, and besides, Princess Yan already has two children, and it's not like there were any problems either time.
How did the third child go wrong today, and it just fell on her head. Now it's just that the second son of the Yan Wangfu is too strong, stuck in his mother's belly and unwilling to come out, making the Yan Wangfei exhausted to this point.
The midwife wiped the sweat from her forehead, reached out to support the baby's body which was already halfway out, and on the other side, the just-boiled ginseng soup was also delivered to the princess's mouth. Now it's all up to this little one whether it can be born safely or not.
It's not just the effect of this decoction that is excellent, but also Princess Yanwang has mustered up her strength for the sake of the fetus in her abdomen, and it's possible that both are true. After being tossed about for a good many hours, the baby finally landed safely at midnight.
"Wah!" The second son, who had just been slapped on the buttocks by the midwife, let out his first cry in the great Ming dynasty.
Jade Duan, who was sweating profusely, heard the cry from inside the house and immediately felt a huge sense of relief, his tense nerves relaxing. A wave of dizziness washed over him, causing Jade Duan to stumble and almost fall to the ground.
At the same time, Xu's siblings anxiously waited on the side and hastily came forward to support their overjoyed brother-in-law to one side.
The maid hurried over to report: "Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness! The mother and child are safe!"
At this time, Zhu Di finally got up and walked towards the delivery room. The baby wrapped tightly in a blanket was handed to Zhu Di's arms by the midwife.
"You have done a good job, go to the lower house to receive your reward." The midwife knelt down and thanked her thousands of times before leaving. This time she had indeed passed through the gate of hell, fortunately heaven had blessed her, thinking that in the future she would never take on this royal task again.
"Dear wife, you've suffered so much for me, giving birth to our son. You've worked tirelessly all these years to give me children, it's really taken a toll on you." Zhu Di said softly as he stroked Xu Shi's pale face.
Madam Xu shook her head, she had no strength to speak, but the couple's hearts were connected. Zhu Di also knew what his beloved wife wanted to say, so he put the newborn baby beside Madam Xu.
Madam Xū gazed at her own flesh and blood with a gentle, motherly smile on her face. After a long while, she finally spoke up and said, "Your Highness, what do you plan to name this child?"
Zhu Di had long planned: "My Yan Wang's clan is divided into the Gao generation, and it should be done with fire. This child will be called Zhu Gaohui, Hui means light; prosperity, prosperity, also hoping that this child's future prospects are bright."
Xu nodded in satisfaction, gazing at the still sleeping Zhu Gaohui and gently stroking his small face... The name of this Second Young Master of the Yan Wang Fu was thus decided...
The second day after Zhu Gaoxi was born was the first day of the year, and Zhu Di was celebrating with great fanfare. He also took special care of his personal guards, sending many good wines and meats to the military camp.
Moreover, it is unknown whether it was the royal bloodline's dragon energy that forced the sky to stop, but the continuous heavy snow finally stopped, and the winter sun shone on the white Beijing city, and the merchants and vendors also gradually started their businesses.
As the new year arrives, Beijing is gradually regaining its former bustle and prosperity. Merchants coming from the south bring a breath of fresh air to Beijing, which has just experienced a natural disaster.
In the fourteenth year of the Hongwu reign of the Great Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yuanzhang was preparing for his fourth northern expedition...
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