An Jing also knew that Su Chengyu wanted her to do more for Xiyun. She wasn’t angry, on the contrary, she quite admired Su Chengyu for having such audacity to just outright ask for a government position for her in the great hall.
There had never been a woman who held office here.
Women were always the appendages of men.
Considering this, An Jing chuckled and said, "My lord, Chengyu indeed has the demeanor of an Emperor, no wonder my adoptive father has such high hopes for him."
Xiao Changyi remained silent.
"Alright, my lord," An Jing soothed with a smile, "Didn’t my adoptive father say that even if I become this farmer official, if I feel like attending office I can, and if I don’t want to go, then I won’t? It’s just a very small title added to my Princess title; actually, there’s no real change from now. What’s more, I haven’t held office before, and there have been no women officials before me. I’ll be the first, surely to be recorded in the annals of history. To be recorded in history in such a way, tell me, isn’t that impressive?"
"And furthermore," An Jing added, "My adoptive father also said, when the time comes, if I do attend office, I can bring you and the children with me. Ha ha, I can bring my family along; just imagine the scene. Personally, just thinking about it amuses me so much I find it hilarious. It’s one thing for a woman to hold office, but to bring family along, that would absolutely make my male colleagues choke with rage."
Seeing An Jing’s animated and happy expression, it was clear that she was genuinely not at all upset about Su Chengyu assigning her this minor official role. In fact, she even thought that it could be fun to occasionally attend office with her family in the future, just to make people spit blood, which would definitely spice up life.
Therefore, Xiao Changyi was no longer angry either.
Then, without saying a word, he released An Jing’s hand and took the very thick letter that the Secret Agent had brought from Su Chengyu out of the inner room.
When Xiao Changyi returned to the inner room, An Jing noticed he no longer held the letter and she asked, "Where’s the letter?"
Xiao Changyi, still expressionless, casually said, "Sent it back with someone."
"Pfft." An Jing burst into laughter instantly.
Su Chengyu could indeed be a chatterbox. Such a thick letter, yet her lord husband didn’t even bother to read it before sending it back; Su would definitely feel that he hadn’t gotten a word in.
And that wasn’t all; it would seem like the words were on the tip of his tongue but then stuck in his throat. Having so many words caught in his throat would surely be an extremely uncomfortable experience for the chatterbox that was Su Chengyu.
"Hahaha... My lord, you..." An Jing was almost laughing too hard to breathe, "you’re truly incredible! Absolutely brilliant!" She knew just how to give that chatterbox Su Chengyu a proper shake-up.
Xiao Changyi did not speak, instead sitting down beside the bed and once again taking An Jing’s hand into his own.
On the sixth day of the sixth month, the entire sky above Xiyun Kingdom was filled with rainbow-colored clouds, a spectacle that left everyone astonished and looking up in wonder, except for An Jing and Xiao Changyi, who didn’t have a moment to spare since An Jing was about to give birth and everyone was busy.
Xiao Changyi was so worried that he wouldn’t leave An Jing’s side, holding her hand tightly.
An Jing, meanwhile, suffered excruciating pain.
"Xiao Bio Gong, your wife is about to give birth; we need to deliver the baby. It’s not appropriate for a man to stay here," the midwife urged Xiao Changyi to leave the room upon seeing him still inside.
Xiao Changyi refused to leave; his wife was in so much pain, and he wanted to stay by her side.
But before he could even say he wouldn’t leave, An Jing, enduring the pain, hastily insisted, "My lord, don’t go... it hurts... it hurts so much... stay with me... stay with me..."