Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 294

That emperor lost his mind to the point that I put forward the most impossible possibility: can solid matter really fill human cells that can grow?

I remember she wrote a lot of comments on this topic, the most frequent one being: "Just build a robot, would you still be human if you used lime instead?"

I don't understand what lime is, but I get the general idea. I can put other similar solids in to strengthen her skeleton.

...

In the seventh month of the fourteenth year of Emperor Renguang's reign, Qian Si'ao and Qian Si'xian were born.

After a full year and three months of gestation, they were finally born.

It just so happened that Consort He was celebrating the birth of her son.

Amidst the cheers and celebrations in the imperial harem, Qianqing smiled at the two lives that had been created.

...

The tiny people almost stopped breathing.

He knelt beside them and prayed to God. He was no longer as spirited as before, and his sharp edges were gone. Now he was more like an emperor, taciturn and silent.

His focus shifted from the bedridden man who showed no improvement to the two children. He stayed by their side day and night, even more attentively than I, the doctor. He sought advice from Fuhai on childcare techniques and humbly learned how to be a good father.

He raised them himself, without relying on anyone else. I think if they weren't so frail, he would have carried them to court...

They opened their eyes six months later.

Emperor Renguang granted a general amnesty on the grounds of "good relations between the two countries".

He laughed the most that day. Fu Hai cried uncontrollably, holding one of them in each arm, running happily around the Qiande Hall.

He is just a father, a father who loves his children and his family...

He even personally bathed the baby and did the baby's laundry...

When he wasn't talking to Ziyi, he would just hug them and grin foolishly.

They were really small; when they were born, they were no bigger than four of my hands.

But I believe he will make them grow up healthy.

...

As I watched them begin to eat and her condition gradually stabilize, I knew my death was imminent.

I was puzzled; I couldn't believe I was going to miss those two little ones.

Qianqing went to court, and I held them in my arms. The little girl had her eyes open and was blowing bubbles.

"Qianqian..." Why was you given this name? Who are you actually calling: Qianqian, Qianqian?

I don't know if they'll grow up to be cute, because I won't live to see that day.

But I still like to hug them when Qianqing isn't around, just like Qianqing loves to hug them. I like it too.

They rarely cry, almost never.

I'm so sorry. It's impossible for them to be without defects. With such severe injuries, it's already a miracle that the child survived, let alone that the child is healthy.

"Call me uncle." She flailed her little hands, unable to break free from the blanket. Are you still too young? Or are you destined to be different?

I shouldn't have high expectations, and I shouldn't have put too much emotion into it, but they are the babies I delivered, and they are not just children, but also proof of another kind of unknown medicine.

...

"How could it be..."

He called to me carefully, afraid that I might damage his precious item.

Qianqing hugged her and put her finger in her mouth to make her laugh.

"How could it be..."

Even when he called me, he couldn't bear to let go of Qianqian's proud hands.

"I understand."

"I'm sorry." Qianqian blew bubbles, and Aoao followed suit. Qianqing busied herself wiping their drool: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hypocritical? No hypocritical! I must die, not only because I know too much, but also because of my untold medical skills.

I had to die, but he made my research possible, so I have no regrets in death.

"I want to see Sikong Qian." "I still want to see him, for the sake of these two little ones."

Qianqing paused for a moment, coaxing her slender hand, "Okay."

He held Qianqian in his arms and let her fall asleep on his shoulder.

I shook my head; he'd spoil those two kids sooner or later.

It's a pity that someone with such a family background can't speak up...

Sikong stood there, and I could hardly believe it was him. His behavior was unpredictable, and I couldn't tell whether the Buddhist beads on his chest were calming his mind or a prayer for tranquility.

"Master, I shall take my leave now."

That was Wei Zhen, a little-known poison master in the martial arts world.