"Husband, don't come in…"
Chen An had just walked to the door and was about to push it open when Song Huaying's pleading voice came from inside. Her voice sounded a little weak.
He was puzzled by this and asked, "Ying'er, what's wrong?"
"Husband, women become very ugly when they give birth. I don't want you to see…"
"It's alright, Ying'er. No matter what you become, your image in my heart is still as beautiful as ever."
"Husband, please don't come in. Let Ying'er be willful for once…"
Song Huaying's voice was filled with pleading.
She had always been an exquisite daughter of an aristocratic family in front of her husband.
Even when she was in bed, her noble temperament was not ambiguous at all. She would maintain the image she should have.
She really did not want her husband to see her ugly appearance when she gave birth. She was afraid that it would affect her perfect image in her husband's heart.
Seeing how insistent his wife was, Chen An could only helplessly say, "Alright, alright, alright. I'll listen to Ying'er. I won't go in. I'll accompany Ying'er outside the door."
"Thank you, Husband…"
Song Huaying's grateful voice came from the side of the room. Soon, Wen Zhiyun's feminine voice was heard.
"Sister Ying'er."
"Come, it's about to begin."
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Harder!"
"Ah! It hurts—"
Under Wen Zhiyun's command, Song Huaying exerted force again and again, trying her best to produce the child in her womb.
Because it was the first delivery, the delivery process did not go too smoothly. It was difficult for the child to come out.
During this period, Song Huaying cried out in pain several times. When she heard Chen An hesitating outside, she felt uneasy.
"Sister Yue'er, come in and help!"
Wen Zhiyun's intellectual voice came from the room again. Gu Xinyue responded and pushed open the door to walk in.
Chen An wanted to follow them in to take a look at the situation, but in the end, he stopped in his tracks and kept his promise to his wife.
"One."
"Two."
"Three."
"Harder!"
"Sister… Sister Wen, it hurts!"
"Ah! It hurts—"
The sounds of pain came intermittently from the room.
Chen An leaned against the door, his heart hanging in his throat. He was very worried about his wife's safety.
This was because there was no Cesarean section here in his previous life. It was very common for women to die during childbirth.
He paced back and forth outside the door anxiously.
Two hours later, there was the sound of a baby crying in the room.
"Wow… wow… wow!"
The sound was crisp and full of vitality.
Hearing the baby's cries, Chen An couldn't wait any longer. He immediately pushed the door open and entered, eager to see his child.
Seeing him come in, Song Huaying said with a sad expression,
"Husband, Ying'er is useless. I couldn't give birth to a fat son for you."
"What's wrong with the baby?"
Chen An ran to Wen Zhiyun nervously and used his divine sense to check the baby in her arms.
It was a baby girl. She was very healthy and didn't seem to have any problems.
Furthermore, there were also spiritual roots.
Although it was only a mixed spiritual root and did not have much potential, it was still much stronger than a mortal body.
"Ying'er, what happened to the child?"
Chen An looked at Song Huaying, who was lying on the bed, in confusion.
Song Huaying's face was pale. She apologized weakly to her husband.
"I'm sorry, Husband. Ying'er is useless. When Ying'er's body recovers, I will definitely give birth to a fat son for you to carry on the family line."
Chen An understood when he heard the words 'family line'.
It turned out that his wife was feeling uneasy because she could not give birth to a son and had no choice but to apologize to her husband.
It seemed that the background of the cultivation world was no different from ancient times.
In particular, the concept of favoring boys over girls was vividly displayed in the mortal world, he thought.
Chen An took his newborn daughter from Wen Zhiyun's arms and sat down beside Song Huaying. His eyes were filled with joy as he looked at her and said,
"Daughters are good. I like daughters. One isn't enough. It's best if I can give birth to a few more daughters."
"Husband…"
Song Huaying was so touched that her heart almost melted.
When she first found out that she had given birth to a daughter, she was worried that her husband would despise her.
Unexpectedly, her husband did not care if it was a man or a woman.
She felt that her husband must have loved her too much to think that it didn't matter if it was a boy or girl. It was her fortune to be able to marry such a husband.
[You didn't despise the fact that your wife, Song Huaying, gave birth to a daughter. Song Huaying was extremely touched. The relationship between husband and wife +1+3+1+4+5+2+0…]
[Your wife, Song Huaying, has given birth to a daughter for you. She has taken the first step on the path of spreading her roots. She is rewarded with the spell 'Sleepy Time Spell'.]
Two notifications popped up in front of Chen An.
Before he could react, the contents of the 'Sleepy Time Spell' appeared out of thin air in the depths of his mind. He mastered it instantly without help.
[Sleepy Time Spell: Beginner (1/100)]
At the same time, he also understood the effect of the Sleepy Time Spell.
It was to choose a target, make the target sleepy, and help the target quickly fall asleep.
So… this was used to coax the child to sleep?
However, on second thought, in this dangerous cultivation world, this Sleepy Time Spell seemed to be more suitable to kill enemies than to coax children to sleep.
"Husband, what should we name the child?"
Song Huaying looked at her swaddled daughter, her eyes filled with love.
As for naming, the couple had discussed it quite a bit since the day they found out that they were expecting.
However, they could not be sure.
Chen An looked at his tired wife and thought for a moment before saying:
"Let's call it Yuejian, Chen Yuejian."
"Ying'er, your name is Hua Ying. It's the name of a medicinal herb. Your daughter's name is Yue Jian. It's also the name of a medicinal herb. This looks very compatible."
"Husband, I'm just a mortal girl. It's not appropriate for me to name my daughter after me…"
"You're the child's mother, and the child is your daughter. There's nothing inappropriate about it."
"Husband…"
Song Huaying was touched like never before.
Chen An's actions were very precious in this old society where feudal thinking was widespread.
[You used your wife Song Huaying's name as a reference and named your daughter Chen Yuejian. Couple Relationship +1+3+1+4+5+2+0…]
[Name: Song Huaying]
[Attribute: The gratitude of a drop of water will be repaid with a spring]
[Relationship: 3 stars (520/2500)]
[Alchemy Experience Provided: 437]
[Proficiency of Goldfinger provided: 77]
Their relationship level had reached 3 stars!
Chen An was pleasantly surprised.
This meant that in the future, as long as he had an in-depth exchange with his little wife, he would be able to obtain 3 points of alchemy experience at a time.
In that case, after his wife recovered, he would be able to break through to the advanced stage alchemy realm on the same day.
A promising future!
On the other hand, Wen Zhiyun's impression of Chen An kept rising.
She realized that Chen An was different from other men.
There was no preference for boys. He respected his wife very much.
Unlike some of the male Cultivators she had seen in the past, who simply treated their mortal wives as toys. Some of the more immoral ones would not even let their own daughters off. They were simply worse than pigs and dogs.
As she thought about this, Wen Zhiyun suddenly had an impulse.
She had a hormonal urge to get close to Chen An, to attract his attention, and to talk to him.
"Hey, give me the baby."
Wen Zhiyun stopped in front of Chen An and said rudely.
Chen An refused. "I haven't hugged enough as a father. Why are you, an outsider, joining in the fun?"
Upon hearing the word 'outsider', Wen Zhiyun immediately exploded.
She glared at Chen An and questioned,
"Who said I'm an outsider? I'm the child's godmother! Moreover, I delivered this child myself. What's wrong with giving me a hug?!"
"Husband, it's all thanks to Sister Wen's help that the child was born so smoothly. Let her carry the child."
Song Huaying advised with an understanding expression.
For the sake of his wife, Chen An carefully handed his daughter to Wen Zhiyun and said:
"My daughter is very precious. You have to carry her carefully."
"Heh, I'm much steadier than you."
Wen Zhiyun took the child proudly, her face full of provocation.
Gu Xinyue wanted to hold her too, but because she was not good at expressing her emotions, she could only watch helplessly.
Wen Zhiyun keenly noticed this. After holding for a while, she gave the child to Gu Xinyue.
Gu Xinyue looked at the baby in her arms, her face full of joy and anticipation. She looked forward to giving birth to such a small and cute child for her husband in the future.