Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

Wu Zhao's words brought Chu Ning back to his senses. He lowered his head to look at the child with a wrinkled face in his arms, and the sharpness in his eyes was gradually replaced by tenderness.

The candlelight in the hall reflected on the baby's rosy cheeks, and the eyes that had not yet fully opened trembled occasionally, as if adapting to this strange world.

"Yes, yes, the child should be given a name."

Chu Ning said softly, and touched the child's cheek carefully with his fingertips, afraid that his strength would hurt him.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "Your mother is a heroine, invincible on the battlefield, heroic and valiant. I will call you Chu Ying!"

After he finished speaking, he looked up and around, then announced loudly: "Order to confer the title of King of Wei on the Second Prince Chu Ying!"

Everyone in the hall knelt and congratulated in unison: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, King Wei!"

However, in this festive atmosphere, the baby in the cradle suddenly burst into tears, and the loud cry echoed in the hall.

Chu Ning was stunned. He looked down at the little guy in his arms, feeling a bit amused and helpless. "What? Doesn't this kid agree?"

It was the first time he encountered such a situation, and he was a little confused for a moment.

Seeing this, Madam Feng couldn't help but chuckle, "Your Majesty, the child has just been born. Perhaps he is hungry."

Chu Ning suddenly realized what was going on. He slapped his forehead and laughed, "Yes, yes, he must be hungry! Wet nurse, quickly take the King of Wei down to feed him."

Two wet nurses who had been waiting nearby hurried forward and carefully took the child.

One of the older nurses patted the swaddling clothes and coaxed in a low voice: "Don't cry, little prince. This servant will take you to feed right away."

The child's crying gradually faded away, and the hall finally returned to silence.

Chu Ning took a deep breath and turned to look at Sun Simiao who was still kneeling beside him, with a serious expression:

"Dr. Sun, thanks to you tonight, otherwise Concubine Lan and Prince Wei would have been in an unknown situation."

The situation tonight is indeed too dangerous. With the medical level of this era, giving birth is indeed an extremely dangerous thing.

In addition, Sun Simiao was rescued by Zhao Yu after being ambushed tonight, which can be said to be a blessing in disguise.

If he hadn't been too worried about Feng Mulan's situation, he wouldn't have sent Zhao Yu to pick her up.

Upon hearing this, Sun Simiao quickly bowed and said in a hoarse but firm voice: "I have only done my duty. I do not deserve such praise from Your Majesty."

Chu Ning stepped forward, personally helped him up, and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry, I will not let go of those who tried to kill you tonight! No matter who ordered them, I will make them pay the price!"

Sun Simiao bowed deeply and said, "Everything is up to your majesty."

Chu Ning nodded slightly: "You and the maid go down and rest first. Don't go back for the time being. Perhaps Lord Ling from the Ministry of Justice will come to you to ask something."

Sun Simiao nodded in agreement and slowly retreated with the help of the maid.

His back was slightly hunched, and it was obvious that the running around and fighting all night had made him exhausted.

After Sun Simiao left, Chu Ning looked at Madam Feng and said gently, "Mother-in-law, please go in and see my beloved concubine first. She just gave birth and must be tired."

Madam Feng's eyes were slightly red, and she quickly bowed: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration."

After saying this, she walked quickly towards the inner hall. Although her steps were hurried, she still maintained the dignity of a lady from an aristocratic family.

Chu Ning watched her leave, then turned to Wu Zhao and said in a softer tone, "Thank you for staying here tonight. Now that everything is fine, go back and rest."

Wu Zhao smiled slightly, with a hint of relief in her eyes: "There is such a happy event in the palace, we should have an extra meal tomorrow."

Chu Ning nodded and said with a smile, "You can make the arrangements."

Wu Zhao bowed and turned to leave. Her skirt brushed past the palace gate, stirring up a gentle breeze. As the candlelight flickered, her figure disappeared into the night.

At this time, Shen Wanying walked in slowly from outside the hall.

Her eyes were slightly red, obviously she had just cried.

Seeing this, Chu Ning hurried forward, held her hand, and asked in a low voice: "Queen, are you okay?"

Shen Wanying shook her head, forcing a smile onto the corner of her lips: "I am fine. I am just happy for my sister Mulan. Your Majesty, don't worry."

She paused, her expression gradually becoming serious. "Your Majesty, who do you think was responsible for the assassination of Divine Doctor Sun today?"

Chu Ning's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was low and dangerous: "No matter who it is, if they dare to take action under my nose, they are seeking death."

This incident has touched his sore spot. He must find the murderer and catch him in one fell swoop!

Shen Wanying gently squeezed his hand and said softly, "Your Majesty, please calm down. This matter still needs to be considered in the long run."

Chu Ning took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, nodded and said: "Don't worry, I won't be impulsive."

As she was speaking, Madam Feng came out from the inner hall with a pleased smile on her face:

"Your Majesty, Queen, Mulan has woken up and is in good spirits. I will not disturb you any further."

Chu Ning nodded: "Take care, mother-in-law."

After Mrs. Feng left, Chu Ning and Shen Wanying walked into the inner hall together.

The hall was still filled with a faint medicinal fragrance. Feng Mulan was half leaning on the bed, her face pale but with a gentle smile.

"Your Majesty..." she called softly, her voice a little weak.

Chu Ning quickly walked forward, sat beside the bed, held her hand, and whispered, "My beloved, you have worked hard."

Feng Mulan shook her head slightly, her eyes filled with tenderness: "It is my blessing to give birth to a prince for Your Majesty."

Shen Wanying also walked forward, sat down beside the bed, and said softly, "Sister Mulan, you really scared us today."

Feng Mulan looked at her with gratitude in her eyes: "Thank you, Queen Sister, for your concern."

Shen Wanying gently held her hand, her voice gentle but firm: "You and I are like sisters, why bother thanking me? If the Prince of Wei dares to act naughty in the future, I will not let him off easily."

Feng Mulan couldn't help but smile, tears welling up in her eyes: "It's his blessing to have a sister who loves him."

Chu Ning looked at the two of them, and a warm feeling surged in his heart. He reached out and gently stroked Feng Mulan's cheek, saying softly:

"My beloved concubine, take good care of yourself. I will have someone take good care of the child. You don't have to worry."

Feng Mulan nodded gently, her eyes full of trust: "I believe in Your Majesty."

Chu Ning leaned over, kissed her gently on the forehead, and whispered, "I will come to see you again tomorrow."

Feng Mulan smiled slightly and slowly closed her eyes, obviously extremely tired.

Chu Ning and Shen Wanying looked at each other, stood up tacitly, and tiptoed out of the inner hall.

Outside the palace, it was already dark, but the lights in the palace were still bright.

Chu Ning looked up at the starry sky, feeling both relieved and heavy in his heart.

"Your Majesty, it's late, you should rest." Shen Wanying reminded softly.

Chu Ning retracted his gaze, held her hand, and said softly, "Let's go back to the palace."

The two walked side by side, and their figures gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.