Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 529 The Empress Gives Birth

Days passed by like this.

The girls who practiced cultivation changed batch after batch.

The number of people from the Hehuan Sect, the Four Great Dynasties, and various other sects is countless.

Lin Chen couldn't remember their names, but he remembered their faces.

Each one is different, and each one is beautiful.

He lay on the soft couch, Mei Jiu Niang drew circles on his chest, and Yan Ru Yu sat by the window drinking tea.

Outside the window, a sea of ​​flowers swayed in the wind, and a small river flowed quietly.

I wouldn't trade this kind of life for an emperor.

Lin Chen's cultivation level did not improve.

He has reached the pinnacle of sainthood, just one step away from becoming an emperor.

But this thin layer of paper is as thick as a wall, and it can't be broken through in a short time.

His progress in the Yin-Yang Dao was indeed rapid.

The Dao of Yin and the Dao of Yang intertwined and merged within his body, transforming into an invisible net that covered the entire Hehuan Valley, the Central Plains, and the Eastern Region.

……

Time flies, and three months have passed.

The tower is one-third complete.

From a distance, it already takes shape, like a giant pillar inserted into Zhongzhou Peak, reaching straight into the clouds.

The runes on the tower shimmered in the sunlight, as if they were covered in gold leaf.

The Avengers wiped out hundreds of ancient seals.

From the icy plains of the North Desert to the deserts of the West, from the miasma forests of the South Wilderness to the isolated islands of the East Sea.

Zhang Yiyuan led the team, with Long Zaitian overseeing the attack, Jiang Xuan, Jian Shisan, and Qingyunzi as the main attackers, and Abbot Xuanci chanting sutras.

They worked together so well, it was as if they had been cooperating for hundreds of years; they knew what the other was going to do with just a glance.

The Guardians of the Galaxy's training is also on track, with Zhao Zilong having thoroughly trained hundreds of land-based deities to be obedient.

Lin Chen's understanding of the Yin-Yang Dao has finally progressed from initial glimpse to a slight achievement.

This slight achievement might take hundreds or even thousands of years for someone else to cultivate.

He completed the repair in three months.

It's not that he's particularly talented, it's that he has too many resources and works very hard.

Tens of thousands of girls took turns accompanying him in his cultivation, and yin energy continuously flowed into his body, while yang energy circulated throughout his body and then returned to him.

In this back and forth, yin and yang intertwine, and the Great Dao is naturally formed.

Others cultivate themselves through arduous practice, but he cultivates himself through women.

It may sound unpleasant to say, but it works.

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That evening.

Lin Chen was lying on a soft couch in the back hall of the Hehuan Palace.

Mei Jiuniang lay on his chest, drawing circles with her fingers slowly and lightly, as if she were tracing some pattern.

Yan Ruyu sat by the window, holding a cup of tea in her hand, slowly sipping it.

The thirty girls who had just finished their cultivation had already dressed and left, their faces glowing.

Lin Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing slightly.

Mei Jiu Niang looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Lin Chen didn't speak, closed his eyes, and his divine sense instantly traversed tens of thousands of miles of void—

The capital city of Dayan.

The Imperial Palace, the Imperial Study.

Zhao Lingyang was leaning against the soft couch, proofreading. Her belly was already very big, round and bulging, making her dragon robe taut.

She was dressed in loose casual clothes, her hair was casually tied up, and she wore no makeup, but her complexion was very good, fair with a rosy glow.

His cultivation level has also broken through to the peak of the Celestial Immortal realm.

With the blessing of national fortune and the aid of elixirs, it would be difficult for one's cultivation level not to increase.

But at this moment, her brows were slightly furrowed, and she was covering her stomach with her hand, as if she was enduring something.

The brush hangs in mid-air, ink drips onto the folding paper, spreading into a black blot.

Lin Chen withdrew his divine sense and opened his eyes.

Seeing Lin Chen's expression, Mei Jiu Niang knew something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

Lin Chen sat up and put on his clothes: "I need to go back to the Eastern Region. Zhao Lingyang is about to give birth."

Mei Jiu Niang was stunned for a moment.

Yan Ruyu paused for a moment, holding the teacup, and the tea sloshed.

"The Empress?"

Lin Chen nodded, put on his clothes, and raised his hand to gesture in front of him.

The void cracked open, revealing the night sky of the capital city across the dark opening.

He stepped inside, and the crack closed.

Mei Jiu Niang looked at the closing crack, sighed, and said in a low, melancholy voice:

"I really envy her."

Yan Ruyu picked up her teacup and took a sip:

"If you want to, you can just tell Lin Chen directly. It's better to do it secretly..."

Mei Jiu Niang blushed and said reproachfully, "Master, could you please stop secretly observing me like this?"

Yan Ruyu rolled her eyes and said irritably:

"Why are you pretending in front of me? I know you better than you know yourself. Your little thoughts are written all over your face."

Mei Jiu Niang opened her mouth as if to refute, but then closed it again.

She buried her face in the pillow and let out a muffled groan.

……

The capital city, the imperial palace.

Zhao Lingyang was leaning against the soft couch, announcing his work, when he heard the noise and looked up to see Lin Chen walking out of the void rift.

He paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, "You're here?"

Her voice was soft, carrying the languor of pregnancy.

Lin Chen walked over, sat down next to her, and reached out to touch her stomach.

It's round and hard, and the little guy inside is doing somersaults, kicking and rolling around.

"Isn't the due date still a few days away?"

Zhao Lingyang slapped Lin Chen's hand away: "Don't touch me, it hurts."

Lin Chen chuckled and said, "It's good that it hurts; it means it's almost over."

Zhao Lingyang rolled her eyes, not wanting to pay any attention to this jerk.

That evening, Zhao Lingyang gave birth to a son.

The delivery went smoothly. The Empress was in good health and had high cultivation, so the baby was born before the midwife even had to ask her to push much.

The midwife held the swaddled baby, her face beaming with smiles, as radiant as a flower, her wrinkles crinkling together.

"Congratulations, Your Highness, it's a prince! His Majesty is only slightly weak, but otherwise in good health!"

Lin Chen took his son. The little guy was all wrinkled, his face was red, and his little fists were clenched tightly and held up next to his head, like he was boxing.

She was crying so loudly that her mouth was so open you could see her throat.

Zhao Lingyang lay on the bed, pale-faced and covered in sweat, but in good spirits.

Looking at Lin Chen and his son, the corners of his mouth curved into a deep smile.

"Lin Chen, what's the child's name?"

Lin Chen thought for a moment. Zhao Lingyang was not his wife, but the Empress of Dayan.

This child is different; he is a prince, the crown prince, and the future emperor of Dayan.

His surname is Zhao, not Lin.

"Zhao Kun," Lin Chen said after a moment's hesitation.

Zhao Lingyang was taken aback: "Surname Zhao?"

She never expected that Lin Chen, with his current cultivation level and status, would agree to let the child take her surname.

"My surname is Zhao." Lin Chen nodded. "How could I possibly go back on my promise?"

Zhao Lingyang's eyes reddened, her lips trembled slightly, and she gripped Lin Chen's hand tightly.

"Thank you, Lin Chen."

Lin Chen smiled, lowered his head and kissed Zhao Lingyang on the forehead, then placed his son next to her.

The little one has stopped crying and is looking at his mother with his big, dark eyes, like two grapes.

On the third day after the child was born, the Empress issued a decree:

"The eldest son of the Emperor, Zhao Kun, has been established as the Crown Prince. The position of the heir apparent has been determined. All subjects of the realm shall bear witness to this."

Qingluan held the imperial edict and stood in front of the Taiji Hall, reading it aloud.

All the civil and military officials knelt on the ground, shouting "Long live the Emperor!" The sound shook the tiles of the main hall.

When the news spread, the entire court rejoiced.

When the old lady heard the news at the Dongshan Villa, she remained silent for a long time.

She sat on a grand chair in the courtyard, her hands twirling prayer beads, which spun around and around for a long time before finally stopping.

Su Wanqing stood beside her, holding a teacup in her hand. The tea had gone cold, but she didn't change it.

Neither of them spoke.

After a long while, the old lady spoke, her voice a little hoarse:

The child's surname is Zhao.

Su Wanqing did not respond.

The old lady twirled the prayer beads a few more times, then sighed.

"Alright."

Su Wanqing remained silent.

The old lady looked at the unreal blue sky in the distance, her voice very soft.

"This child will be the emperor in the future; it's better for him to be surnamed Zhao than Lin."

"The court officials are not satisfied with the surname Lin."

"His surname is Zhao, and his given name is perfectly legitimate."

Su Wanqing was silent for a moment, then nodded.

The old lady put down her prayer beads, picked up the cup of cool tea, and took a sip.

Bitter and astringent.

She frowned, then put it down again.