The Command to Pamper the Husband - Chapter 220

Song Jin lay on the dragon bed, staring at the bright yellow canopy above.

What was she doing before she transmigrated? She was holding a cup of brown sugar water, lamenting how difficult it was to be a woman and wishing she could be a man.

Now, she had become the ruler of a nation.

With Zhou He’s assistance, she learned to read and review memorials, discuss state affairs with ministers, and argue with them.

She understood what imperial tactics and the way of rulers and ministers meant.

Zhou He said she would be a legendary ruler.

Zhou He said he loved seeing her silence those old ministers in court.

Zhou He said she looked better in dragon robes than any other attire.

Zhou He said… Zhou He said…

All she could hear were Zhou He’s words.

Song Jin thought about everything that had happened since she arrived. When she and Shen Yue swapped bodies, Zhou He had held her hand without hesitation, even though he wasn’t sure she was the one.

Thinking about those days, Song Jin couldn’t help but smile.

Two men walking arm in arm on the streets of the capital must have shocked many people.

“Your Majesty, push! Your Majesty, push!”

The midwife’s urgent shouts pulled Song Jin back to reality.

She was giving birth.

Her stomach hurt as if someone was trying to split her apart. The pain was unbearable.

“Ah~~~”

Yanked back to reality, Song Jin screamed.

“I can’t do this! It hurts too much!”

“Your Majesty, every woman goes through this. You just have to push with all your strength. Don’t scream, save your energy for pushing,” the midwife advised earnestly.

Song Jin was in agony.

Since she was the Empress, and she had an Emperor Consort, why couldn’t the Consort give birth?

She vividly remembered reading a novel before she transmigrated, where the heroine got pregnant and the hero experienced all the symptoms.

Why didn’t such a divine plot fall on her?

She was the Empress! She was also the heroine!

Where was her heroine’s halo?

“Ah!”

“Your Majesty, it’s almost out! Just a little more effort!”

Song Jin felt like she was dying. The midwife was frantic.

Outside, Zhou He and Song Dingzhong were pacing back and forth, their eyes red with worry as they glanced at the delivery room.

“Is everything okay?”

“It should be.”

“Ah~~~”

Another scream from inside made the two men feel as if needles were piercing their hearts.

“I can’t take this, I’m going in!”

“You go in and check!”

The two spoke in unison. Zhou He paused, then strode towards the delivery room.

“Your Highness, you can’t go in. The Empress is giving birth!” Wan Xi stopped Zhou He at the door.

The Heavenly Hound beside him said, “Let him in. Maybe his presence will help the Empress deliver smoothly.”

Wan Xi hesitated, and Zhou He rushed in.

The sudden entrance startled the midwife. “Who are you?”

Song Jin thought it was an enemy attack.

Giving birth was a significant trauma for Song Jin. She had witnessed her parents’ assassination right after her birth.

The bloody scene haunted her nightmares countless times.

Startled, Song Jin tried to get up.

Using sudden force, she felt a tearing pain from below.

Immediately, a loud cry echoed.

“The baby is born!”

“Your Majesty, the Consort is here. The baby must have sensed his presence and came out quickly!”

Zhou He rushed in and saw the midwife holding the baby.

He quickly went to Song Jin’s side, crouching by her head. “It’s okay, I’m here. Don’t be afraid.”

Song Jin:

Nonsense! You’re here, but I’m the one giving birth! You look at other male protagonists, then look at yourself!

Rolling her eyes, Song Jin weakly asked, “Boy or girl?”

Zhou He turned to the midwife.

The midwife beamed. “A little prince, Your Majesty.”

Hearing it was a boy, Song Jin sighed in relief and closed her eyes.

Giving birth was exhausting. She needed to sleep.

She just needed to rule for another ten years before retiring!

When her son turned ten, he could take the throne!

Let his father guide him!

Seeing Song Jin’s tired face, Zhou He panicked. “Imperial physicians! What’s wrong with the Empress? Hurry!”

Several female physicians rushed in, checking her pulse and examining her.

“Your Majesty, the Empress is just exhausted and fell asleep.”

Zhou He, holding his son, sat happily by Song Jin’s bed and sighed in relief.

Song Jin slept soundly. Zhou He poked the baby’s face. “You need to grow up quickly. When you inherit the throne, your mother and I can live a peaceful life.”

Before he finished speaking, the baby burst into a heart-wrenching cry.

The cry was so loud that it wouldn’t stop, no matter how Zhou He tried to soothe him.

Zhou He, sweating, asked a nearby nanny, “What’s wrong with him? Is he sick?”

“Your Majesty, the little prince is probably hungry. Let the wet nurse feed him.” The nanny rolled her eyes internally but remained respectful outwardly.

The baby had been in his arms since birth, hadn’t eaten a thing, and hadn’t been cleaned.

Of course he was crying! But they couldn’t take him from the Consort.

Worried that the crying would wake Song Jin, Zhou He quickly handed the baby over. “Feed him.”

Once the little prince was taken out, the hall quieted down.

After dismissing the attendants, Zhou He wiped Song Jin’s face with a warm towel and sat beside her, gazing at her.

Life was truly amazing.

A few years ago, who would have thought that he, Zhou Qisheng’s son, would be called the Imperial Consort?

And he was happy about it.

Even when this woman was a man, his heart was tightly bound to her.

It was an inexplicable impulse that arose suddenly and never faded.

It seemed their love was indeed fated.

Otherwise, how could he have fallen in love with a man back then?

Luckily, he had followed his heart and persisted.

Thinking about everything they had been through and Song Jin’s growth as an Empress, Zhou He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her lips.

As he kissed her, he felt her arms wrap around his waist.

Zhou He paused and looked up. “You’re awake?”

Song Jin smiled, her eyes curved. “How can I sleep with you here?”

Zhou He pinched her cheek. “It’s a boy.”

Song Jin smiled. “I heard. Train him well. When I can retire depends on how well you teach him.”

Zhou He nodded. “Don’t worry. He’ll start formal studies at three.”

Song Jin looked worried. “Isn’t that a bit late?”

Zhou He caressed her cheek lovingly. “No, it’s just right. Any earlier and he won’t be able to hold a pen.”

Song Jin:

“Alright! Do your best!”

“Yes, don’t worry!”

As the newborn drank milk from the wet nurse, he suddenly let out a heart-wrenching cry.