The little imperial grandson cried fiercely. Even though he was a child not even a month old, it was as if he was deliberately showing off his capabilities, crying exceptionally loudly.
The female physicians were helping to clean the little imperial grandson, while Ji Chengjue lay prostrate beside He Sisi's bed, clutching her hand and pressing it to his face.
He Sisi was now covered in sweat, her damp hair sticking to her skin, and her face looked somewhat pale.
Throughout history, childbirth has always been a life and death ordeal for women.
He Sisi turned her face to look at her husband.
She always felt very blessed, not because she married a prince, but because her husband was always witty and considerate at home and in front of her.
Of course,
as a girl from a civilian family, sometimes when she was alone in a room, she couldn't help but recall her resolute decision to choose a current prince back then.
