An Jing would only have completed a one-month confinement by tomorrow, which, in Xiao Changyi’s eyes, was far from enough.
He was determined to ensure that An Jing spent at least four months in confinement.
She might not have to stay in bed all the time, but Xiao Changyi absolutely wouldn’t allow her to do any work during these four months.
Having four children in one birth was truly too taxing on the body, and even though Doctor Jiang said that An Jing had almost recovered, Xiao Changyi still insisted on her completing at least a four-month confinement.
In any case, he would never allow his wife the possibility of harboring ailments due to an improper confinement.
When it came to An Jing’s health, there was never any room for negotiation for Xiao Changyi.
An Jing herself was very aware of this, so with a mix of burden and immense sweetness, she complied with Xiao Changyi’s wishes.
Thankfully, she could still take care of the children.
However, she didn’t care for them that often; it was mostly her dear husband who did.
And her husband truly adored her to bits.
With this thought, the smile on An Jing’s face grew even deeper.
Xiao Changyi was dressing their second son, Su Yixing, when he seemed to feel An Jing’s intense gaze. He glanced over at her and saw her smiling sweetly at him, prompting the corners of his cool lips to curve up almost imperceptibly.
Then, he leaned toward her, and after the two shared a tender and sweet nuzzle, he continued dressing little Su Yixing.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the room’s door, and Meng Zhuqing’s voice came through—
"My lord, Assistant Fang has arrived."
Upon hearing that Fang Shicai had arrived, An Jing, without waiting for Xiao Changyi to speak, quickly got up and said hurriedly, "Please invite Doctor Fang in right away."
"Understood," Meng Zhuqing replied respectfully from outside the door, and soon, the white-haired Fang Shicai walked in.
Fang Shicai had traveled from the Imperial Capital, and because he was quite old, had not dared to rush the journey, hence his delayed arrival.
Upon entering, Fang Shicai greeted Xiao Changyi and An Jing: "This old servant pays his respects to the Prince and Princess."
"Please stand," An Jing urged immediately. "Doctor Fang, please have a look at my Yun Er quickly."
If An Jing and Xiao Changyi had a worry, it was the health of their youngest son, An Yiyun.
"Thank you, my lord and lady," Fang Shicai rose and approached the cradle to examine the little An Yiyun.
The little one’s breath was irregular, and his body was frail, clearly showing congenital deficiencies.
After a careful inspection, Fang Shicai said, "The deficiency is congenital, and he needs to be nourished by medicine."
Seeing that Fang Shicai was repeating the same thing Doctor Jiang had said, An Jing became anxious: "Isn’t there a way to nurture him to health?"
The last thing she wanted was for her child to rely on medicine for life.
Fang Shicai immediately apologized: "Please forgive this old servant, my lord and lady. My medical skills are not refined enough to condition the young master’s health," he paused, "However, I do know of someone who might possibly be able to cure the young master."
Considering that Fang Shicai was the most skilled physician at the Imperial Hospital, An Jing’s hopes were ignited when he mentioned someone might possibly cure their youngest son. She quickly asked, "Who?"
"Gong Juechen," Fang Shicai answered truthfully. "I chanced upon this person. His medical skills are rare in this world. To my knowledge, he once cured a person with congenital deficiencies."
An Jing was overjoyed: "Is it really true?"
Fang Shicai affirmed, "What I’ve said is true. As to whether he can cure the young master, I cannot make presumptions."