Chapter 847 - 182: The Birth of Xixi_3
"Mo Heng isn’t an ingrate, so don’t go talking nonsense to others, lest they really start getting ideas." Old Scholar Fang frowned as he spoke to her.
"I’m just worried about Pei Qin and the others feeling wronged." Grandma Fang said with a sigh. She had been hoping all along that Pei Qin would give birth to a son this time. She also feared that Mo Heng might suddenly return to the Mo family, and even if Qinqin was a Third Rank Enjoin, with the aristocratic family’s power and influence, they would surely look down on her and make things difficult for her and her mother. Those big households were all full of sly people, who might seem like saints on the surface, but with the slightest flick of an eyelid could come up with a deadly scheme, insidiously hard to guard against.
Old Scholar Fang was worried too, but he said, "Now is not the time to worry. Qin’er is still young, she’s healthy, and the birth went smoothly. Having two or three more wouldn’t be a problem." With more births, there was always a chance of having a son.
Lady Yu had already packed a pile of things: old hens, eggs, red dates, angelica, brown sugar, codonopsis, and a lot of bits and bobs like little belly bands and swaddling clothes for the child, filling more than half a cart. The whole family, Lady Ruan included, rushed to Liu’er Alley.
Pei Qin was still asleep. Grandma Fang didn’t let anyone wake her up. She asked the Midwife and Mo Heng about the childbirth, and hearing everything had gone smoothly and without too much suffering, nodded and began to speak ambiguously, praising Jiujiu for being obedient, sensible, and smart, saying she would make them proud in the future, that their marriage prospects wouldn’t be bad, and that they would be able to enjoy blessings because of her, much better than their worthless son—a point she illustrated with Fang Li. She also praised the little one, saying that she was already looking around even though just born, not crying or making a fuss, showing her sensibility.
Mo Heng, who could clearly understand that she was offering consolation, said directly, "The little one looks a lot like Qinqin, I like her."
Seeing his genuine affection, with joy unable to hide in his eyes, Grandma Fang and Lady Yu exchanged a glance and both breathed a sigh of relief.
Old Scholar Fang also broke into a smile.