Chapter 1000: Chapter 998: What Happened to Serving the Country and the People?

Madam Yin finished speaking and was concerned that the midwife would tidy up later and bring the baby out, so she craned her neck and looked toward the door, only to see Jiang Yifan guarding it.

What’s this about? He’s a young man without experience; how could he possibly hold a newborn baby?

Thinking this, Madam Yin endured the soreness and fatigue throughout her body, supported her waist, and wanted to stand up, “Cui Zhu, help me get up; I must go and see my granddaughter.”

Ah, age truly spares no one. She had been standing for these few shichen, feeling anxious and worried, and really couldn’t hold on anymore.

Nanny Huang understood what Madam Yin was thinking and quickly stopped her, saying, “Madam, have a rest; this servant will go over. Rest assured, Madam, I will personally receive the little miss and hold her well.” Saying this, she gave Madam Yin a knowing look, also supported by Cui Bai, and went over to squeeze Jiang Yifan aside.

Suddenly being pushed away from the door, Jiang Yifan looked bewildered.

He watched the door, full of disdain from the nannies of the two marquis houses. Then he looked at Nanny Huang and Cui Bai, who were strictly guarding the door, and Jiang Yifan completely didn’t understand how he, the head of the Jiang Family, Ah Yan’s husband, and his daughter’s father, had fallen into such a disliked position in his own home.

Madam Sun watched from afar, amused, and didn’t explain, just watched the fun from the side.

Her family’s little sister suffered once, regarding her daughter and son-in-law, and dared not favor her own daughter again. But now, having a granddaughter, probably the son-in-law would have to stand aside again.

Madam Sun and the maidservants and old women servants brought by Madam Yin naturally observed their master’s expressions and, even if finding it amusing, felt unkind, wouldn’t bypass the household to interact with the son-in-law.

But Maternal Aunt Zhao couldn’t bear it, brought two of her maids over, paid respects first, then smiled and said to Jiang Yifan, “Son-in-law, newborns are extremely delicate. The midwife will bring out the little miss soon; you can watch from the side first, and once you understand how to hold the baby, you’ll be fine.”

Is that so? Jiang Yifan quickly thanked her, feeling a bit disappointed. Not being able to hold and kiss his daughter first was one thing, but being unable to see her first, too? As if he were a flood beast, being pushed so far aside.

Before long, the door to the birthing room was pushed open, and the midwife came out smiling, holding a swaddled baby, “Look at our little miss’s appearance; she’s beautiful indeed.”

Nanny Huang quickly went up to meet her, received the small baby, and from an opened corner of the swaddle, saw the little face.

Though the little miss was like other newborns, with wrinkled, reddish skin and some washing-resistant skin flakes, however you looked, she felt a kind of striking attractiveness other children didn’t have.

Nanny Huang saw Jiang Yifan approaching and smiled, indicating he look, “Son-in-law, look at our girl, truly pretty.”

Perhaps because she cried too forcefully earlier, feeling tired, the baby was now sleeping soundly, completely undisturbed by external things.

Jiang Yifan glanced over, and his eyes couldn’t move away, “Yes, she’s beautiful, prettier than other families’ children.”

The midwife listened and grimaced slightly. Lord Jiang’s words shouldn’t be said outside, or else he’d be spit on by people, wouldn’t he? What family would admit their child is uglier than yours?

Jiang Yifan, new to fatherhood, didn’t care about others’ feelings, only looking at his daughter. The more he looked, the cuter and dearer she became.

He carefully extended two fingers, gestured several times, but ultimately didn’t dare touch that wrinkled little face.

Seeing the baby brought out, Madam Yin didn’t wait for Nanny Huang to come over and already supported by Cui Zhu, moved forward, “Ah, she’s indeed pretty, even more than Ah Yan was at that time. Come, let Grandmother hold our darling lovely granddaughter.”

Saying such things yourself is fine, but hearing it from others, especially when it’s based on denigrating your own wife… Jiang Yifan rubbed his chin, forget it, after all, they’re his closest family; whichever is prettier, whichever is better, it doesn’t really matter.

Returning to rationality, Jiang Yifan remembered everyone had been here all day. Midnight snacks and such were naturally well taken care of by Song Ping’s household, but the imperial physicians and midwife needed generous red packets. And all the servants busy inside and outside deserved some of the joy for our girl, didn’t they?

And Ah Yan, as the midwife said, mother and daughter were safe, Ah Yan being well also warranted more silver and tip money.

He looked up and asked the midwife, “This nanny, how is my wife?”

“Yes, how is Ah Yan (Xinyan)?” Madam Yin, Madam Sun, and several others also looked at the midwife.

The midwife, in a very good mood, smiled and said, “Madam Jiang is doing very well, indeed. She just saw the girl, and only then let her out for you to see. Just now, Madam Jiang even wanted to get up to tidy her clothes, thanks to Nanny Jin for stopping her; otherwise, Madam Jiang really would have gotten up.”

Noble wives, being so agile and energetic, she really hadn’t seen before.

Madam Yin hurriedly said, “Just given birth, she mustn’t move recklessly.”

The midwife responded quickly, “No, no, Madam Jiang is resting well now. Madam, rest assured, Madam Jiang is recuperating properly; her body is strong, indeed better than any other mothers I’ve seen.”

This wasn’t an exaggeration; Madam Jiang’s physique was extraordinarily good. Probably because of a proper diet and exercise, and the fetus wasn’t especially big, making our delivery work exceptionally easy.

Jiang Yifan listened even more joyously, immediately went to find Song Ping’s household, “Sister-in-law Song, is the silver all packed? Could you please arrange, because Madam Jiang and our girl are well, double the silver in the packages. Our household’s tip money should also be doubled.”

Once these words were spoken, not only the midwife and others smiled broadly, but even Madam Yin and others were delighted. This wasn’t about the silver, but about the son’s attitude.

The next day at dawn, after sending off the various esteemed guests, Jiang Yifan didn’t go to work, had Shi Yu go to the Ministry of Works to take leave for him. He was no longer young and had finally gotten a daughter, of course, he wanted to fully experience the satisfaction of being a father.

So, Ye Xinyan was awakened by Jiang Yifan’s rambling.

“…Daughter, did you understand all that Papa said? Show some arrogance to others, is that alright? Papa will surely work hard to become a high official, Papa got you covered. But you must listen to your parents, okay? Apart from your parents, what others say is just clouds, understand? Especially what those smelly boys say, don’t believe them…”

The baby on the little bed was sleeping soundly, but this guy Jiang Yifan was full of energy, not knowing how long he had been mumbling.

Ye Xinyan was pursing her lips, trying to hold back the awkwardness listening. So you want to be a high official to give your daughter the capital to be arrogant? What happened to glorifying the ancestors, what happened to serving the country and the people?

These were already excessive, but later on, the more he talked, the more off track, the more off base it got, didn’t it?

“Ahem, ahem,” Ye Xinyan coughed lightly, “Ah, Yifan… I’m thirsty, could you pour me a glass of water?”

Jiang Yifan looked over in surprise, “Ah Yan, you’re awake now, look, look at our daughter…”

Ye Xinyan rolled her eyes skyward. Here I thought I had no status with Madam Yin, now, in Jiang Yifan’s eyes, I also had no status.

“…Oh, right, Ah Yan, you want to drink water, huh. Nanny Jin has it ready; just wait a bit, I’ll go get it.”