The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1103: 1100: After Giving Birth, She Changed2

Chapter 1103: Chapter 1100: After Giving Birth, She Changed_2

Su Qingzhi ca to see her, and only then did she lazily don her clothes and get up from bed, sitting with Su Qingzhi in the courtyard.

“You’re a mother now, when will you stop making Grandpa worry about you?”

Su Qingzhi patted her head, his eyes filled with unconcealable heartache upon seeing her face so much thinner.

Su Yingxue smacked her lips, “Grandpa, you didn’t co all the way to tell this, did you? Since I entered the palace, you’ve hardly visited to avoid suspicion.”

“I’m here to see your great-grandson, not you.”

Stubborn as ever, Su Qingzhi stopped paying her any mind.

Su Yingxue had Zhilan bring the little monster over, and since Chu Yihan hadn’t officially bestowed a na yet, the whole palace simply referred to him as the little Your Highness, with only Su Yingxue calling him the little monster.

Maybe because the child had stirred up so much trouble inside her, Su Yingxue had hardly held him since giving birth.

Once in Su Qingzhi’s arms, the little monster sneezed, “Achoo—!”

Their voice was so soft and milky sweet that it could lt one’s heart.

As Su Qingzhi held the little monster, amusing him for quite so ti, the child seed inherently incapable of laughter, always maintaining a serious deanor and an extra sense of vigilance.

If he ended up in anyone’s arms other than Zhilan’s or his wet nurse’s, he would kick about wildly and cry out until he had turned the whole palace upside down.

It was only with Su Yingxue sitting next to Su Qingzhi that the little monster didn’t start fussing and wailing.

Pressing the little monster’s cheeks, Su Qingzhi bead with joy, “This child has had the air of an Emperor since he was young.”

“Grandpa really knows how to complint, he’s the son of an Emperor, how could he be ordinary?”

Propping up her head, Su Yingxue lazily watched the little monster.

After so ti, with his eyes opened wide, he indeed looked quite handso – it was just those eyes, too much like Chu Yihan’s, exuding a majestic presence that seed far too mature for his age.

Holding his great-grandson, Su Qingzhi finally brought up so serious matters with Su Yingxue, now that she seed more relaxed, “This ti, Grandpa ca to the palace to petition the emperor to postpone the Crown Prince’s coronation ceremony, and also… to expand the harem.”

Expecting a strong reaction from Su Yingxue, he was surprised when she rely paused slightly and then responded, “Oh.”

That simple “Oh” left Su Qingzhi feeling uneasy.

“You’re not angry with what Grandpa has done? You don’t bla the emperor?”

“Not angry, no bla.”

Su Yingxue’s mood was low, seemingly indifferent to what he had said, as if it was of no great consequence, “Grandpa would never harm , and as for what the emperor decides to do, that’s up to him.”

After all, it wasn’t sothing she could decide, and she didn’t want to worry about it.

Su Qingzhi thought she was still not recovered from childbirth and was very concerned.

Smiling faintly at him, Su Yingxue assured him, “Grandpa, I’m fine, just constantly tired. I’ll probably need to rest for a long while before I can bounce back. As for the matters of the harem, you’re right, our Marquis’s Manor shouldn’t be too ostentatious. I don’t have the energy to deal with this matter. Once the emperor approves, let the Ministry of Rites handle it. I want to sleep now.”

“Alright then, you rest. Grandpa will find another ti to co visit you.”

Su Qingzhi rubbed her head, his expression still filled with affection.

He handed the little monster over to Su Miaoyan, reminding her, “Now that you live in the palace, you are your sister’s right hand. Always be cautious and take good care of your sister.”

Su Miaoyan nodded obediently, “I understand, Grandpa. Don’t worry about sister, I will definitely take good care of her.”

Su Qingzhi smiled contentedly.

When had his grandchildren grown up to be so capable and independent?

Passing by the imperial garden, he stood by the pond and, looking at his own head full of white hair, he suddenly realized – he had grown so old.

In the evening, Chu Yihan ca to keep Su Yingxue and the little monster company.

The little monster looked disdainful at anyone who ca near, but he was well-behaved in Chu Yihan’s arms, showing the deanor of a normal baby, making soft cooing sounds, continuously fixing his gaze on Chu Yihan, and waving his little fists.

“I have already chosen a na for you. Do you want to continue being called little monster, or should we use your na?”

Chu Yihan caressed the little monster’s face, teasing him while asking.

Resting her chin on her hand, Su Yingxue said, “Your Majesty, I think little monster sounds quite nice.”

A formally chosen na might not roll off the tongue so easily after all.

“Your Majesty, the little Your Highness can’t always be called little monster,” Zhilan reminded her softly by her side.

“Exactly! Such a delicate child deserves a lovely na!”

Su Miaoyan looked expectantly towards Chu Yihan, “Emperor, what na have you chosen for your nephew?”

Everyone in the palace was curious.

Only Su Yingxue seed lackluster, as she felt the hawthorn red bean porridge was particularly well-made that night. She had drunk an extra bowl and was enjoying it imnsely.

With one hand holding the little monster, Chu Yihan took Su Yingxue’s hand and traced a character into her palm.

Su Yingxue asked, “Heng, Chu Heng?”

“Yes, he is unique in this world, the most precious child to you and ,” Chu Yihan said with a cherish glance.

She might call him little monster, but her love for him ran deep.

“Ah!”

The little monster moved his fists as if quite satisfied with his own na.

Su Yingxue took another sip of her porridge, “Mhm, it’s nice.”

Chu Heng it shall be, then. The na wasn’t really important.

Having finished her porridge, she went back to sleep.

Lying in bed, she didn’t hold the little monster but went into dicine King Valley to ddle with her dicines instead.

Little Ginseng ran up to her, deliberately splashing her hands with mud.

Su Yingxue glared at him and scooped him into her arms, saring her face with mud until she cried out before letting go.

“Su Yingxue, you have no martial virtue!”

Little Ginseng’s voice was crisp and tender; after transforming into human form, that was his flaw – still a child who couldn’t beat Su Yingxue!

Always bullied by her!

Su Yingxue went too far!