Upon hearing this, Emperor Muwu's heart raced with excitement, causing his entire body to tremble.
He reached out to receive the child, saying, "Let me have a look…"
As the child fell into his embrace, small and tender, his heart melted instantly.
Never did he imagine that, at his age of over forty, he would have another son.
The indescribable excitement overwhelmed him.
The louder the child cried, the healthier he was believed to be.
Emperor Muwu laughed and encouraged the child to cry even louder.
Only when he grew tired of holding the child did he hand him over to the midwife.
It was then that he remembered Yang and asked, "Where is the consort? She has made great contributions. I shall bestow upon her the title of Imperial Noble Consort."
The personal palace maid knelt down, weeping, and said, "Your Majesty, the Consort has… passed away due to postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to the prince."