Joy

"He... is so small."

Chief Palace Attendant Fang whispered, "Yes, they're all this small. This one is already considered heavy, weighing seven catties and three taels."

"Really?" Xie Ning thought for a moment. Seven catties and three taels, indeed not light, no wonder giving birth was so difficult.

Both hands could firmly hold him, he was warm and soft like he had no bones.

Xie Ning wanted to laugh, and she did, but her stomach couldn't, it would hurt if she did.

"He looks a bit like the peaches the emperor brought yesterday."

His face was too small, red. Not only in shape, but also in colour, just like the basket of longevity peaches yesterday. He cried loudly when his umbilical cord was cut, but after being washed and wrapped, he stopped crying and slept quietly and soundly, with his tiny nose gently exhaling. Looking at him now, it's hard to imagine that the loud cries earlier came from such a small thing.

Crying so loudly just now, and now sleeping so peacefully.