At dawn, a loud cry pierced the sky, echoing throughout the entire mansion.
The cry was louder and more prolonged than that of an ordinary newborn.
Upon closer listening, it seemed to carry a hint of complaint and grievance.
"Congratulations, Grand Commander! Congratulations, Young Madam! It's a little boy!"
The midwife held the newborn baby, grinning from ear to ear.
Lu Yuan just hummed, glanced hurriedly at the wrinkled little fellow, and didn't look again.
He leaned down and kissed Meng Qianqian's sweaty forehead, "You've worked hard."
Meng Qianqian, pale-faced and panting slightly, said, "I want to see the child."
Lu Yuan: "No, you must look at me."
Meng Qianqian: "..."
Lu Yuan snorted, "That little brat caused you such a difficult labor. It's good enough we're not throwing him out, what's there to see?"
The little fellow cried even louder.
Exhausted from childbirth, Meng Qianqian fell into a deep sleep after drinking some ginseng soup.
