She Only Cares About Cultivation
Chapter 363: [362] Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 213 (3 updates)

Chapter 363: [362] Tasty and Pretty Fisherman 213 (3 updates)

She had sworn before that if this pregnancy resulted in a daughter, she would stop having children for good, never again.

However, giving birth had become as thrilling as buying a lottery ticket for her, and by the following spring, when the results were revealed, she was again infuriated to the point of internal injury.

Because the longed-for daughter didn’t arrive, and this time she even gave birth to twin sons, which knocked her out cold on the spot.

The poor Yan Qing, after this, had to say so many nice things each time he wanted to touch her, he would even kneel on the ground and pray to the Goddess of Fertility for a daughter. If he weren’t sincere, she wouldn’t let him touch her, and what else could Yan Qing do to maintain their marital harmony but comply?

In fact, Xiao Yu was also feeling guilty inside, afraid that her antics might drive him into the arms of a waiter, or a mistress, a "Fourth," or someone else. But she underestimated her own charm; the man took all this humiliation, proving his genuine love for her, and so she became even more tender and loving toward him.

Having already birthed four sons, she was more impressive than even the Crown Princess Consort. Everyone in Beijing was overjoyed, but she, pining for the daughter like the moon and stars, remained unhappy. Because of her previous vow not to stop until she had a daughter, she had no choice but to continue trying.

But that year, she was already twenty-seven years old, and if she continued, she would soon be over thirty. At most, if she didn’t have a daughter before turning thirty, she was determined to stop trying.

A year later, she was pregnant again. Why the long wait? Because she wanted to disrupt this pattern of endlessly giving birth to sons.

And she purposely chose to get pregnant in the latter half of the year. Sons were always born in the first half, maybe it was time for a change of seed?

When the arduous day of childbirth arrived, she clutched Yan Qing’s hand in fear, "If I give birth to another son this time, I’m going to punish you with a lifetime ban from touching me."

Yan Qing comforted her earnestly, forced her to eat a bowl of noodles to build up her strength, and then he came out of the delivery room.

Having already had three deliveries, giving birth again was as simple as letting out a fart, or so the older generation said, and indeed, each labor was quicker than the last.

When the child was finally born, she didn’t care about her own body’s pain and immediately asked the midwife, "What have I given birth to this time?" _{fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com}

The midwives, who naturally knew what Xiao Yu had been hoping for, knelt down in unison to congratulate her.

"Congratulations, Princess, congratulations! This time you’ve given birth to a little Commandery Princess, a clean and beautiful little Commandery Princess!"

The moment the Commandery Princess was brought to her and she confirmed the baby’s sex, Xiao Yu let out a loud, joyous laugh and fainted from the excitement.

When she woke up again, she was surrounded by a circle of heads. Yan Qing’s was the largest, with Second standing by the bed, Third and Fourth climbing all over her, and Lao Wu lying in the cradle next to her. She listened as Yan Qing called her with a tender voice, "Wife, you’ve worked hard. And congratulations, you don’t have to go through childbirth anymore."

Xiao Yu cried tears of joy, "Child’s father, congratulations to you too; you don’t have to toil and sow the fields every day anymore. Wuuu, we’ve finally seen our daughter after waiting out the clouds; it hasn’t been easy. Listen up, you several; take good care of your little sister. If any of you dare to bully her, I will fight you!"

The children, barely comprehending, listened while Xiao Yu, still unsatisfied, demanded that Yan Qing write a guarantee. After writing the guarantee, she even made Second press his handprint on it, Third and Fourth their handprints and footprints, finally content with this almost servile commitment.