TFWYH – Chapter 663 Deep Affection

The Emperor rubbed his temples with a headache.

Far too many things had happened tonight. What should have been a joyous New Year’s Eve banquet had turned into this mess.

Forgive him for being old — it was becoming a bit too much for him to handle.

Seeing the exhaustion on his face, Su Qing said with concern, “Your Majesty, you should go rest. This concubine can watch over things here.”

“You’ve also been tired all day. Let Wushuang and Minister Ling stay here instead. Wushuang, report to me if anything happens.”

The Emperor could not bear to let his beloved Imperial Noble Consort stand outside in the cold night wind. After giving his instructions, he left with Su Qing without caring whether she agreed or not.

Before long, only Ji Wushuang, Ling Yu, and the grief-stricken Third Prince remained outside the side hall.

After another long stretch of time, faint groans from the Third Prince’s Consort could finally be heard from inside, along with Tang Wan softly comforting her.

It seemed the Third Prince’s Consort had awakened.

Yet Tang Wan still did not come out.

Only much later, when the sky in the distance had begun to pale with the first light of dawn, did Tang Wan finally emerge looking utterly exhausted, carrying an infant in her arms.

The moment the Third Prince saw her, he tried to rush over.

But after standing stiffly the entire night, his legs had long gone numb. The moment he moved, he collapsed onto the floor.

Ji Wushuang helped him back up, while Tang Wan carried the baby over to him.

The Third Prince struggled to his feet. Without even glancing at the child, he anxiously asked Tang Wan, “Where’s Rou’er? Is she alright?”

Because of that single sentence, Tang Wan’s impression of the Third Prince instantly improved greatly.

“The Third Prince’s Consort is fine. She’s already awake. You may go in and see her.”

The Third Prince immediately limped into the side hall upon hearing that.

Tang Wan, who had been preparing to talk to him about the child: …

She silently lowered her head to look at the baby in her swaddling cloth and suddenly felt like the kid had merely been a free bonus included with a phone bill payment.

“The Third Prince and his consort truly share deep affection. No wonder he reacted like this,” Ling Yu said as he walked over.

After speaking, he looked toward the infant in the swaddling cloth, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

In his previous life, the Third Prince’s Consort had also gone into premature labor after being startled by a night cat.

The result had been a difficult labor ending in both mother and child dying.

After losing his beloved wife, the Third Prince’s temperament drastically changed, and during the struggle for the throne, he committed many despicable deeds.

In the end, Huangfu Xiao framed him for rebellion, and he died beneath a rain of arrows.

But now, both the Third Prince’s Consort and this child were alive and well.

So many events… so many people… were gradually diverging from the course of the previous life.

No.

It was because someone who should never have existed here had appeared. Because of her, it seemed everyone’s fate had begun to improve.

Thinking this, the warmth in Ling Yu’s gaze toward Tang Wan deepened even more.

“If you have something to say, go in and tell them. You’ve also been busy the entire night and even suffered injuries. Once you’re done, we’ll head back and rest early.”

“Mm.” Tang Wan nodded and carried the child inside.

Ji Wushuang silently watched the backs of the two of them with dimmed eyes before turning around and striding away.

…

When Tang Wan and Ling Yu entered, the Third Prince was lying beside the bed crying, while the Third Prince’s Consort — despite being extremely weak — was still gently comforting him.

Ji Liu, meanwhile, was tidying up his instruments nearby.

Upon seeing Tang Wan enter, the Third Prince’s Consort looked somewhat embarrassed and lightly pushed the Third Prince.

“Alright now, stop crying. You’re letting Lord Ling and Wan-niang laugh at you.”

The Third Prince pouted. “But I was worried about you!”

The Third Prince’s Consort helplessly replied, “Aren’t I perfectly fine now? The one who isn’t fine is your son. Aren’t you worried about him at all?”

She had assumed that after saying this, the Third Prince would finally start acting like a proper father.

Unexpectedly, the fool merely curled his lips and said, “If the child’s gone, we can always have another. But there’s only one you, so of course you’re more important.”

Third Prince’s Consort: …

Could he stop saying such mushy things?

There were outsiders present!

It was honestly embarrassing!