The Poisonous Concubine is alive

The two of them are of higher generation.

Ye Chenxuan thought about it and realized that he could be as carefree as his father and become the emperor...

Ye Chenxuan is still a cultivator like Liu Yunrou.

The more Ye Chenxuan thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Ye Chenxuan opened the door and saw a young disciple standing at the door. He said respectfully, "Uncle Ye, the Sect Master wants to see you." Ye Chenxuan muttered to himself, "Why are you looking for me at this time?" But he still followed the disciple to the main hall.

Arriving at the main hall, Ye Chenxuan saw the Sect Master sitting on the throne, his face solemn. Ye Chenxuan stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Greetings, Sect Master." The Sect Master glanced at him and said, "Ye Chenxuan, do you know why I called you here?" Ye Chenxuan shook his head and said, "I don't know." The Sect Master sighed and said, "Recently, a mysterious disease has appeared in the martial arts world. Many martial artists have been infected, and many of our disciples have returned injured. I'd like to send you to investigate this matter and see if you can find a cure." Ye Chenxuan was shocked and thought, "What should I do? I still want to be the emperor." But he said, "Yes, sir."

After giving birth, Liu Yunrou lay in the meticulously decorated delivery room, surrounded by a tranquil and warm atmosphere. Outside the window, the night was as dark as ink, with a few sparse stars twinkling in the sky, as if celebrating the arrival of this new life. The candlelight in the delivery room was soft and warm, reflecting on the pale blue curtains, adding a touch of tranquility to the entire room.

Behind Liu Yunrou stood an exquisite Suzhou embroidery screen, intricately embroidered with floral and bird motifs, as if evoking the vitality and endlessness of life. Beneath her, soft brocade blankets exuded a delicate fragrance, inviting comfort and relaxation. In a corner of the room, a burning charcoal fire radiated warmth, dispelling the late autumn chill and filling the delivery room with a pleasant warmth.

The baby's cries echoed in the delivery room, forming a stark contrast to the silence outside. Each cry was like the sound of nature, filling Liu Yunrou's heart with tenderness. She gently stroked the baby, and everything around her seemed unimportant. Her world was filled with only this tiny life.

Emperor Ye Chenxuan stood nearby, his figure towering and resolute in the candlelight, his gaze never leaving his wife and newborn. His presence, like a mountain in the delivery room, imbued Liu Yunrou with an endless sense of security. His presence in the delivery room deepened the atmosphere, as if even the tension and anxiety in the air were dispelled by his steadfast determination.

Liu Yunrou's heart was filled with gratitude for this environment. Everything here was so beautiful, so perfect, providing a perfect stage for her and her new life. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the warmth and tranquility of every inch of the delivery room. Her heart was comforted like never before.

Liu Yunrou, this usually gentle woman, displayed astonishing resilience amidst the excruciating pain of childbirth. Her long hair, damp with sweat, lay messily plastered to her cheeks. Her usually rosy face was now as pale as paper, but her bright eyes still shone with a resolute gleam. Her hands, once delicate and smooth, now looked pale from clenching tightly, her knuckles slightly red from the strain, revealing her unyielding resistance to the pain.

Liu Yunrou was petite, but at that moment, she seemed to transform into a brave warrior. Although her body trembled with pain, her back remained straight, as if to tell the world that she could endure it all. Her breathing was rapid and deep, and each gasp was accompanied by the challenge of pain and the anticipation of a new life.

Her clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging to her body and outlining her curves, but her attention was not on herself at all, but on the new life that was about to come. Her lips were tightly pursed, occasionally opening slightly due to the uncontrollable pain, letting out a low moan, but she quickly clenched her teeth and continued her fight.

Although Liu Yunrou's face was filled with pain, every time the contractions subsided, she would use all her strength to show the people around her a weak but warm smile, which was a response to their concern and a symbol of hope for the future. Her strength and maternal love were perfectly demonstrated in this moment, which moved everyone present.

Outside the delivery room, a long corridor stretched into the night. Dim yellow palace lanterns lined up in rows, casting dappled light and shadows, as if silently cheering on this relay of life. Palace maids and eunuchs stood quietly by, heads bowed and hands lowered, their faces filled with worry and anticipation. No one dared to make a sound, fearing to disturb the sacred moment within the delivery room.

The air was filled with the faint scent of ambergris, specially lit by Emperor Ye Chenxuan to appease his wife. The smoke from the incense burner curled upward, creating a stark contrast with the palace's lavish decor, adding a touch of warmth and reverence. The palace paintings on the walls appeared particularly solemn under the light, and the heroes of history seemed to silently observe all this, blessing the upcoming new life.

The door to the delivery room was tightly closed, intricately carved with lotus flowers, symbolizing purity and rebirth. Outside, Emperor Ye Chenxuan paced restlessly, his shadow lengthening under the lamplight, appearing lonely and heavy. Occasionally, a gentle breeze blew, bringing with it the chill of late autumn, causing the people waiting outside to tighten their clothes, but their eyes never left the closed door.

The sycamore trees in the courtyard sway gently in the night, their leaves drifting in the wind, making a rustling sound that seems to speak of the cycle of life. All of this forms a solemn and warm backdrop, waiting for the arrival of new life, bringing new hope and vitality to this ancient palace. It is moving.

Suddenly, a clear cry echoed from the delivery room, shattering the night's silence. Emperor Ye Chenxuan stopped dead in his tracks, his face alight with ecstasy. Then, the door slowly opened, and a midwife emerged, carrying a swaddling baby.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! The prince has been restored to his position as princess!" Emperor Ye Chenxuan eagerly took the child, his eyes full of love. He carefully opened the swaddling clothes and looked at the pink little face, his heart filled with the joy of becoming a father for the first time.

The birth of the princess and the prince brought great joy to the entire palace. News spread quickly throughout the capital, and citizens poured into the streets to celebrate the arrival of the new royal family member. Emperor Ye Chenxuan decided to hold a grand celebration to show his favor for the princess. Lights and fireworks lit up the palace, creating a scene of extraordinary bustle.

Yet, amidst this joyous celebration, Emperor Ye Chenxuan did not forget his wife's sacrifice. He entered the delivery room, tightly grasped the Empress's hand, and said affectionately, "Thank you for your hard work. I will cherish our son and daughter." The Empress smiled faintly, her tired face radiating happiness. From then on, Emperor Ye Chenxuan would dedicate his utmost efforts to protecting this hard-earned happiness.