After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 230 Let's call him "Murong Jincheng"

Murong Yi held the child carefully, his eyes full of tenderness and love, as if the tiny swaddling clothes contained his whole world.

Su Wan'er stood aside, quietly watching this scene, a hint of smugness flashing across her lips.

Then, she moved gracefully and nestled into Murong Yi's arms, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "Your Highness, I finally have a child with you. From now on... this child will be my support..."

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes glistening with tears, gazing at Murong Yi with deep affection.

Murong Yi instinctively pulled her closer, a doting smile playing on his lips, and said softly, "Wan'er, thank you, you've suffered." His voice was deep and warm, each word seemingly carrying endless tenderness.

Lin Qianqian stood quietly in the corner, her hand gently stroking her protruding belly, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Suddenly, a strong wave of morning sickness hit her, turning her face deathly pale. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, her body trembling slightly. After finally regaining her composure, she straightened up and looked at Su Wan'er's timid, dependent appearance, feeling a mixture of displeasure and helplessness.

She rolled her eyes inwardly, propped her head up, and muttered to herself, speechless. Looking at Su Wan'er's feigned innocence, who knew if she was being sincere or not? She subconsciously propped her head up, rolled her eyes again, and watched the two of them so intimately, a sense of doubt rising in her heart.

A moment later, Su Wan'er tilted her head slightly, glanced at Lin Qianqian not far away, a smug look flashing across her face. Then, she nestled tightly in Murong Yi's arms like a little bird, and said sweetly, "Your Highness, now that the child has been born, please give our son a name." As she finished speaking, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, her eyes filled with happiness and pride.

Murong Yi gently embraced Su Wan'er, smiled indulgently, and gazed tenderly at the baby in her swaddling clothes. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke, "My child was born into this prosperous and splendid era. He should have lofty ambitions and pursue his dreams. How about we name him Murong Jincheng, meaning a bright future and smooth sailing in all things?" His voice was deep and magnetic, and every word was filled with his deep expectations for his child.

Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er immediately bowed gracefully, her face radiant with a gentle smile, her voice filled with barely concealed excitement: "Your Majesty, I thank you." Her movements were light and graceful, and this bow was like a willow swaying in the breeze, revealing her delicate and charming nature.

Upon seeing this, Murong Yi's expression tightened, and she quickly stepped forward to help Wan'er up, her brows furrowing slightly, her eyes filled with heartache: "Wan'er, get up quickly. You have just given birth and are still weak. There is no need for you to bow."

He turned to the servants waiting nearby, his expression both concerned and stern, and earnestly instructed, "Quickly, escort the Princess back to her room to rest. Make sure she is well cared for; if anything goes wrong, you will be held responsible."

After saying that, he turned back and looked at Su Wan'er tenderly, his eyes full of doting: "Wan'er, you just need to rest well and take good care of your health. Don't worry about anything else."

At this moment, Murong Yi's gaze fell on Sun Lan, who was standing to the side with her head down and her body trembling slightly.

Sun Lan clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, her head hanging even lower, her heart pounding with anxiety, like a frightened bird.

Murong Yi's expression softened, and he said, "This time, thanks to your meticulous care, Wan'er was able to escape danger. You have made a great contribution, and I will not treat you unfairly."

Upon hearing this, Sun Lan trembled even more violently, and she stammered, "Your Highness...this is...this is what I should do."

She never dared to look up; her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, and her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, wrinkling it.

Murong Yi then turned to Afu and said, "Afu, go to the accounting office and get one hundred taels of silver as a reward for Sun Lan."

"Afu accepted the order and left, returning shortly with the silver. Sun Lan's eyes widened instantly upon seeing the gleaming silver."

His gaze was firmly drawn to her, but he forced himself to remain calm and hurriedly knelt down to express his gratitude: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your generous gift."

When Su Wan'er saw Murong Yi give Sun Lan another handful of silver, a wave of disdain welled up in her heart. She glared at Sun Lan without thinking, and Sun Lan was instantly frightened and stood there, her head hanging even lower, her body trembling uncontrollably, not daring to breathe.

Immediately afterwards, servants stepped forward to help Su Wan'er back to her room. Su Wan'er walked with graceful steps, and before leaving, she glanced at Lin Qianqian as if she were not.

A slight upturn of her lips revealed a meaningful smile, a smile that contained both pride in her current favor and a hint of provocation towards Lin Qianqian, as if silently declaring her status in the mansion.

Then, surrounded by the crowd, she slowly left, leaving behind only her swaying figure and the various expressions on the faces of the people in the room.

When Lin Qianqian saw the smile on Su Wan'er's face as she looked at her, her heart skipped a beat, and her expression instantly turned serious.

She subconsciously frowned, her brows furrowing into a deep frown, her gaze fixed on Su Wan'er's every move, her eyes filled with vigilance.

She wondered to herself, "What exactly does this Su Wan'er mean?"

A hint of displeasure flashed in Lin Qianqian's eyes, her brows furrowed, and she looked at Sun Lan's nervously bowed head, lost in thought, unable to make up her mind.

Murong Yi gestured for Sun Lan to step down, and Sun Lan bowed and turned to leave.

Then, Murong Yi walked steadily to Lin Qianqian's side, gently stroked her hair, and said in a low and soft voice, like the warmest breeze in spring: "Qianqian, are you still feeling unwell?"

Lin Qianqian forced a smile and shook her head.

Murong Yi leaned down slightly, reached out and patted her back, looking her in the eye with deep affection and doting.

He gently held Lin Qianqian's hand, his thumb lightly stroking the back of her hand, and continued, "Wan'er has just given birth and is weak, so I naturally need to take good care of her."

Lin Qianqian raised her eyes, her gaze sparkling with gentle tenderness. A faint smile played on her lips, and her soft hair fell beside her fair cheeks, making her appear even more graceful and charming.

She gently grasped Murong Yi's hand in return, her voice soft, like a spring breeze, carrying a touch of warmth: "Your Highness, I understand. My sister has just given birth, so she should go and take care of her. Don't worry, you can go ahead, I'll be fine."

As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes full of tenderness and trust, and continued, "I only hope that everything goes well for Your Highness, and that our household is harmonious and happy. When my child is born, the whole family will be together in a lively atmosphere, and that will be true fulfillment."

As she spoke, she gently stroked her belly with her other hand, her eyes filled with anticipation for the future. Her gentle and generous demeanor was delightful to behold.

Upon hearing this, Murong Yi's eyes were filled with relief and satisfaction. Her originally deep eyes curved into a beautiful arc, and the corners of her mouth turned up, revealing a doting smile that hid her appreciation and affection for Lin Qianqian.

He stretched out his long arm and naturally pulled Lin Qianqian into his arms, gently resting his chin on the top of her head, his movements gentle yet carrying an undeniable strength.

He tightened his arms slightly, as if wanting to pull her into his body and feel her warmth. After a long while, he slowly said, "Qianqian, having you here is the greatest blessing in my life."

His voice was deep and mellow, with a touch of tenderness, gently echoing in the quiet room.

Lin Qianqian nestled obediently in Murong Yi's arms, her cheek pressed against his firm chest, clearly feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat.

The warm touch spread inch by inch along my skin, warming my heart.

But even in this seemingly peaceful moment, a ripple quietly stirred in her heart.