Chapter 105 The Birth of a Little Angel
Several days later.
Spirit City, which hadn't seen snow for several years, was surprised to see snow falling.
At first, there were only small snowflakes, but later the snow gradually became heavier.
Today, the entire Spirit City is shrouded in a blanket of white.
At this moment, behind the Papal Palace, was Qian Xunji's residence.
Qian Xunji was like an ant on a hot pan, pacing anxiously in the hall.
He paced back and forth, sometimes stopping to rub his hands, and sometimes looking up at the building.
"Why isn't it done yet... It's been so long..."
Qian Xunji couldn't help but mutter to himself, his brows furrowed with anxiety.
"What's the rush?" Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. "Giving birth doesn't happen so quickly. When you were born, your mother went through a lot of trouble too."
"Don't worry, Ling Yuan is a Titled Douluo after all, and the fetus is being cared for very well. Nothing will happen."
Despite what Qian Daoliu said, his hands behind his back clenched slightly.
After all, the child about to be born is not only the continuation of the bloodline of the Qian Family, but also the hope of inheriting the Angel God.
Therefore, although he appeared calm on the surface, his inner tension was no less than that of Qian Xunji.
Upon hearing this, Qian Xunji had no choice but to sit back down, but he still felt extremely uncomfortable.
Time slipped away quietly.
For the anxious Qian Xunji, every minute felt like an eternity.
"Wow—"
Finally, a loud baby cry came from upstairs.
Qian Xunji shuddered, his anxiety vanished instantly, replaced by ecstatic joy.
"Father! Did you hear that?" He looked sharply at Qian Daoliu. "She gave birth! Yuan'er gave birth! That's the baby crying!"
"I heard it." Qian Daoliu nodded slightly, secretly relieved.
A short while later, a middle-aged woman hurried down the stairs, her face beaming with smiles.
She was the most experienced midwife in Spirit Hall, having handled countless babies.
The woman ran up to the two of them, bowed, and said, "Congratulations, High Priest! Congratulations, Your Holiness the Pope! Your Holiness the Queen has given birth to a daughter. Mother and daughter are safe and well!"
"Good, good, good!" Qian Xunji laughed heartily. "A reward! A generous reward! Go and collect your reward!"
"Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope! Thank you, High Priest!"
The woman beamed, bowed repeatedly, and tactfully withdrew.
"Father, I have a daughter!" Qian Xunji said excitedly.
Qian Daoliu smiled and shook his head, urging softly, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and go see your wife and child."
"Yes, yes, I was too excited just now." Qian Xunji slapped his forehead. "I'll go right now."
He turned and ran upstairs, taking three steps at a time.
In the blink of an eye, he went upstairs and arrived at the door.
He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Looking up, he saw Ling Yuan leaning against the headboard with a soft pillow behind her.
Her hair was a little messy, and the strands on her forehead were damp with sweat and stuck to her cheeks.
Holding a swaddled baby in her arms, she looked down at her, her face full of the tender smile of a new mother.
Moreover, her complexion was still rosy, and she was in quite good spirits, showing none of the weakness and fatigue typical of postpartum women.
For a Titled Douluo like her, giving birth was no big deal at all; she could even get out of bed and move around normally right now.
Hearing the noise at the door, Ling Yuan looked up and smiled at Qian Xunji:
"Brother Ji, you're here."
Qian Xunji nodded slightly, walked quickly to the bedside, and sat down on the edge of the bed.
He looked at Ling Yuan, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him—heartache, gratitude…
Initially, he only chose to marry Ling Yuan to complete the task assigned by his father.
But after spending so much time together, Qian Xunji had already truly fallen in love with her.
Moreover, Ling Yuan had given birth to a daughter for him, which deepened Qian Xunji's love for her even more.
At this moment, Qian Xunji raised his hand and gently brushed away the strands of hair on Ling Yuan's forehead that were damp with sweat, and said softly, "Yuan'er, you've worked hard."
"I'm fine." Ling Yuan shook her head and looked down at the baby in her arms. "Take a look at our daughter. Her eyes and eyebrows look a lot like yours."
"Okay." Qian Xunji carefully reached out his arms and took the baby from Ling Yuan's arms.
His movements were extremely clumsy, his arms stiff, as if he were holding some precious treasure that would break at the slightest touch.
He held the baby in his arms, barely daring to breathe.
Seeing his nervous appearance, Ling Yuan couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother Ji, you don't need to be so nervous."
"I know..." Qian Xunji replied, but his hands did not relax at all.
He looked down at the baby in his arms.
The little one was pink and tender, with fair skin and the signature golden hair of the Qian Family.
Perhaps because of their blood ties, she stared at Qian Xunji without blinking, neither crying nor making a fuss.
Her eyes were clear and bright, like the purest glass.
Suddenly, she grinned and let out a soft, sweet laugh.
It must be said that the children of Soul Masters on Douluo Continent are indeed extraordinary. She was born just now, but she was already very energetic and didn't look like an ordinary baby at all.
When Qian Xunji saw his daughter's smile, his heart softened instantly.
He suddenly felt that the pope and power were no longer important at this moment.
The little one in his arms was the most precious treasure in his life.
"Yuan'er, look, she smiled at me!" Qian Xunji's eyes were filled with incredible joy.
Ling Yuan smiled and said, "You are her father, of course she likes you."
"By the way, Brother Ji," Ling Yuan asked softly, "have you decided what to name our daughter?"
Qian Xunji looked down at the daughter in his arms, then looked out the window.
At this moment, snowflakes were falling in a flurry, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.
He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "She belongs to the Ren generation and was born on a snowy day... How about we name her Qian Renxue, wishing her to be like snow, untouched by dust?"
"Qian Renxue…" Ling Yuan repeated softly, then nodded. "Not bad, it sounds nice."
She reached out and gently touched Qian Renxue's soft little face, saying softly, "My dear daughter, from now on you will be called Qian Renxue. Does Xiaoxue like this name?"
Little Qian Renxue giggled twice more, waving her little hands as if responding to her mother's words.
Qian Xunji watched this scene with happiness on his face.
After a moment, Qian Xunji said softly:
"Yuan'er, I'll take Xiaoxue to Father to see him. He's been waiting downstairs for most of the day and is probably getting restless. You should rest first, and I'll come back to keep you company in a little while."
"Okay." Ling Yuan nodded, glancing at Qian Renxue with some reluctance. "Go quickly, don't keep Father waiting too long."
Qian Xunji nodded slightly, carefully held Qian Renxue in his arms, and turned to leave.
Downstairs, Qian Daoliu had been waiting for a long time.
He paced back and forth in the hall with his hands behind his back, just like Qian Xunji had done earlier.
Upon hearing footsteps on the stairs, Qian Daoliu immediately stopped and turned around.
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