Chapter 1155: Lin Lang and Princess Jin Yao's Son

The next morning.

The sunlight streaming through the window screen blended into a soft golden hue, quietly seeping into the palace.

Fu Yuxue woke up in a warm embrace, the crisp yet warm scent of Lin Lang lingering around her nose, like brocade sun-dried in spring, making her feel so at ease that she didn't want to move.

She slightly raised her eyes and could see Lin Lang's sharp jawline, his long eyelashes drooping quietly, and his breathing even and steady.

The tenderness of last night still seemed to linger on her skin. Her fingertips unconsciously traced Lin Lang's firm chest, the movement so gentle as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility before her.

A sweet feeling welled up in her heart, and Fu Yuxue quietly propped herself up a little, her gaze falling on Lin Lang's sleeping face.

At this moment, Lin Lang shed all his sharpness and gained a touch of gentle elegance.

Fu Yuxue couldn't help but lean down and place a light, feather-like good morning kiss on Lin Lang's lips, carrying the soft, warm feeling of someone just waking up.

The moment the kiss landed, Lin Lang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next second, he opened his eyes, his dark eyes still hazy from just waking up, but when he saw the beauty in front of him, his eyes instantly lit up with a smile, like a hot spring bathed in the morning light.

"My beloved concubine is awake!" His voice was low and hoarse from the early morning. He reached out and tightened his grip on Fu Yuxue's waist, pulling her closer to him.

Fu Yuxue's cheeks flushed as Lin Lang hugged her, her nose brushing against his collarbone, her voice soft: "Good morning, Your Majesty."

"Good morning, my beloved." Lin Lang lowered his head and kissed Fu Yuxue on the forehead, his fingertips gently caressing the back of her neck with incredibly tenderness. "Didn't you sleep well last night? I see there are still some light marks under your eyes."

Fu Yuxue nestled shyly into Lin Lang's arms, her fingertips drawing irregular circles on his abs. "I'm sleeping soundly in Your Majesty's arms."

Lin Lang chuckled softly, the vibration of his chest transmitted through their skin, making Fu Yuxue's heart tremble as well.

He raised his hand and gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Fu Yuxue's cheek. His gaze fell on her reddened earlobes, and his tone was somewhat teasing: "So, my beloved concubine kissed me so proactively this morning, was it because you weren't satisfied last night?"

"No, that's not true!" Fu Yuxue's face instantly turned red. She reached out and gently pushed Lin Lang, but he took the opportunity to grab her wrist, pulled it to his lips, and kissed her fingertips: "What are you shy about?"

Lin Lang's kiss traveled up his fingertips and landed on the inside of Fu Yuxue's wrist, causing her to flinch slightly. "My beloved concubine is most charming when she is shy."

Fuyu Xue snuggled closer to Lin Lang, coquettishly saying, "Your Majesty, you're so naughty, teasing me again."

"Haha..." Lin Lang laughed and hugged Fu Yuxue tightly, greedily inhaling her faint fragrance.

Just then, the sound of a palace maid gently knocking on the door came from outside the palace, asking cautiously: "Your Majesty, Your Highness, Princess Zhiling has woken up and keeps calling for her mother."

"I know." Lin Lang replied, tightening his arms to completely encircle Fu Yuxue in his embrace, his chin resting on the top of her head, his voice carrying a hint of lazy dependence: "My daughter never sleeps in late, she looks for her mother as soon as she opens her eyes."

Fu Yuxue leaned against Lin Lang's chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his palm, and couldn't help but smile.

"Your Majesty, your precious daughter, as long as she's not sleeping, she's like a little shadow following me around."

Lin Lang said with a smile, "That's why everyone says daughters are their mothers' little cotton-padded jackets!"

Fu Yuxue kissed Lin Lang's handsome profile and said with a helpless expression, "Your Majesty, I have to get up and coax Ling'er, otherwise this little rascal will throw a tantrum again."

Lin Lang released Fu Yuxue and teased with a smile, "Once Ling'er has a little brother next year, she won't bother you like this anymore."

As Fuyu Xue dressed, she said shyly, "Your Majesty, will I really be able to conceive a son after tonight?"

Lin Lang propped his head up with his arm, lay on his side on the bed and looked at Fu Yuxue, raising an eyebrow and saying, "I have calculated that my beloved consort will be pregnant with a baby boy, weighing seven pounds and six ounces at birth, with big eyes like Ling'er, and thick hair from birth."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Fu Yuxue shook Lin Lang's arm, unable to hide her joy.

"My dear consort, your mother-in-law has given birth to six sons and one daughter. Even if you have to compromise and reduce it by half, you still have to give me three children, right?"

Fu Yuxue chuckled and said, "Then let's have another child, a third one. Two sons and a daughter should be enough, right?"

Lin Lang said with a smile, "But my beloved concubine, your third child is destined to be a daughter."

"Uh... then two daughters and one son, isn't that good enough? Anyway, His Majesty doesn't discriminate against girls." Fu Yuxue playfully stuck out her tongue and smiled.

"As long as it is the fruit of my love between my beloved concubine and me, I will love it whether it is a boy or a girl."

“Your Majesty is so kind! *kiss*…” Fu Yu Xue kissed Lin Lang on the cheek again before continuing to put on her clothes.

Lin Lang asked, "My dear consort, are you going to have breakfast at the manor with your mother-in-law, nephew, and niece, or will you take them directly to the food street?"

Fu Yuxue replied with a smile, "I will take them directly to the food street. I'm sure my son and Yao'er will love it."

"Alright, bring a few more guards with you," Lin Lang gently instructed.

"Yes! I shall take my leave. Ling'er will start crying if she doesn't see me soon." Fu Yuxue left with a smile.

Looking at Fu Yuxue's slender figure in ancient costume, Lin Lang recalled the tenderness of last night and couldn't help but show a satisfied smile.

The morning light spilled over the bed, enveloping Lin Lang's figure in a soft halo. Even the air was filled with the lingering sweet fragrance of Fuyu snow, as if the tenderness of last night had been transformed into the gentlest everyday moments in the morning light.

Lin Lang had just gotten up and dressed when a Silla maid rushed in to report, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Prince Haonan is suddenly writhing in pain from his stomach, and Consort Zhao is crying in distress. Your Majesty, please go and see him quickly!"

Consort Zhao was Princess Jin Yao of Silla.

Upon hearing this, Lin Lang was startled. Immediately, he received Princess Jin Yao's real-time video message via 【View Sharing】 on the virtual system screen in front of him.

From Princess Jin Yao's perspective, she can see her two-year-old son lying on the bed, writhing in pain, crying loudly, his face turning red.

Princess Jin Yao sat anxiously by the bed, tightly holding her son's burning little hands, tears falling like broken beads onto Xiao Hao Nan's sleeves.

Her voice trembled as she gently soothed her son, pressing his forehead against hers repeatedly: "My son, my son, what's wrong? Tell your mother where it hurts, okay? Is your tummy hurting?"

Lin Haonan's small body was curled up in a ball, his legs kicking the brocade quilt incessantly, his little face turning purple, and his cries were intermittent and filled with heart-wrenching pain.

"My tummy... my tummy hurts... Mother... Waaah... my tummy hurts so much..."

The little one tried to reach out and touch his belly, but the moment he touched it, he shuddered in pain, his cries grew louder, and large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking the stray hairs on his forehead.

Princess Jin Yao saw her son's pained expression and hurriedly tried to rub his stomach, but as soon as her fingertips touched his lower abdomen, Xiao Haonan screamed in pain.

She instantly withdrew her hand, completely flustered. She could only gently hug her son in her arms, patting his back while crying, "My son, please bear with it. Your mother has already sent a maid to call your father."

"Your father is a divine physician. He will definitely be able to cure you, he definitely will!" Although she said this, Princess Jin Yao's voice was full of despair, and tears blurred her vision.

Hearing his son's desperate cries, Lin Lang felt as if an invisible hand had clenched his heart, causing him to gasp for breath.

Out of a father's heart, Lin Lang could imagine the pain his son was enduring when he heard Xiao Haonan's painful cries.

At this moment, Lin Lang wished he could fly to his son's side immediately.

Just then, a system notification sounded in his mind: "Ding! Lin Haonan, the son of the host and Princess Jin Yao, has suddenly developed acute gastroenteritis. His current pain index is 8.7, which far exceeds the tolerance threshold of a young child. He needs to seek medical intervention immediately."

Lin Lang's eyes sharpened, and without the slightest hesitation, he immediately used the [Lover's Gravity Instant Teleport] skill.

"call out……"

With only a slight ripple of air remaining, Lin Lang disappeared from the sight of the Silla maid.

The next second, Lin Lang appeared in Princess Jin Yao's room.

Princess Jin Yao, her eyes brimming with tears, crumbled the moment she looked up and saw Lin Lang.

Her helpless sobs were filled with pleading: "Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, you've finally arrived! Please look at our son! Please see what's wrong with him! He keeps complaining of stomach pain, it's so bad he can barely breathe! Please save him!"

"My beloved concubine, do not be afraid. With me here, I will never let anything happen to Nan'er." Lin Lang quickly stepped forward to check on his son's condition.

"Waaah...it hurts, it hurts so much!" Little Hao Nan's cries were intermittent, the little guy was in so much pain that he was almost too weak to continue.

Lin Lang reached out and touched Xiao Haonan's burning forehead, which was covered with a fine layer of sweat.

Even the little kids were sweating profusely from the pain, so you can imagine how painful acute appendicitis must be!

Lin Lang said with heartache, "Nan'er, bear with it. Your father is here. I will treat your illness and relieve your pain now."

Little Haonan seemed to sense his father's presence, and his crying subsided slightly, but he still cried out, "Father... my tummy... hurts..."

Princess Jin Yao stood to the side, stamping her feet anxiously. She clutched the handkerchief in her hand tightly and comforted him through tears, "Son, just bear with it a little longer. Your father will definitely be able to heal you!"

Lin Lang immediately activated the [Healing Hand] skill, and a faint golden light burst forth from his palm and between his fingers.

When his hand rested on Xiao Haonan's stomach, a pale golden light flowed from Lin Lang's palm, gently enveloping his son's lower abdomen. There was no burning sensation; instead, it felt like a thin blanket warmed in the spring sun, soothing the surging pain.

Lin Lang gently stroked his son's soft fabric with his fingertips, his gaze fixed on the little guy's crying expression, revealing waves of fatherly heartache.

Hao Nan, who had been crying on and off, gradually stopped crying.

His furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and his little legs, which had been kicking against the quilt, stopped. He only sobbed occasionally, and his little head shook unconsciously.

After a while, Xiao Haonan blinked his tear-filled eyes, his little mouth moved, and his voice was still a little aggrieved: "Father, boohoo..."

Princess Jin Yao watched with bated breath. Seeing that her son's crying had lessened, she rushed over but dared not touch him. She could only ask anxiously, "Your Majesty, why is our son still crying? Is his stomachache still not fully healed?"

Lin Lang gently pressed on Xiao Haonan's abdomen and asked tenderly, "Son, does it still hurt here?"

Little Haonan stretched out his chubby little hand and carefully touched his belly. He looked up at Lin Lang, his eyes still red, but his lips twitched in grievance. He hummed softly, "It doesn't seem to hurt anymore!"

Lin Lang gently picked up Xiao Haonan and held him in his arms, patting his back softly with one hand, his voice gentle and soft: "Son, don't cry, don't cry."

Little Haonan stretched out his arms and hugged Lin Lang's neck tightly, burying his face in the crook of his neck, and said in a pitiful voice, "Father, boohoo..."

Lin Lang held Xiao Haonan tenderly, rocking his son gently and coaxing, "Father has cured your acute gastroenteritis, so we won't be upset anymore! Good boy, don't cry!"

"Mmm," Xiao Haonan responded in a childish voice, his tears smearing onto Lin Lang's neck.

Princess Jin Yao was relieved to see her son calm down, but tears welled up in her eyes again, this time tears of joy.

She reached out and gently touched Xiao Haonan's sweaty hair, her voice trembling, "Your Majesty, is my son... is healed? Is he really not in pain anymore?"