The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1120: Chapter 1117: The Monarch and His Ministers Share Joy, Resolving the Heart’s Knots

The army returned in victory, and it was also the little monster’s first birthday. On this day, the entire Jiang Du City was brimming with joyous festivity.

From the common folk to the emperor, everyone was elated by the nation’s strength.

Chu Yihan awarded Su Hao with an imperial reward, and also bestowed Wu Jinyan with the title of noble madam.

At the banquet, Su Hao, accompanied by Wu Jinyan, thanked the emperor for his grace. Chu Yihan smiled and gestured with his hand, “Rise.”

Su Hao and Wu Jinyan returned to their seats, and little Chen Yang patiently waited for them. Su Hao fed him, and he would smile and call out, “Daddy.”

“Chen Yang is a good boy.” Su Hao bent down to kiss him, his eyes filled with fatherly affection.

On the dragon throne, Chu Yihan also played with the little monster in his arms.

Su Han sat at her seat, watching those children in their arms, her eyes full of envy.

Song Chengyi returned with new title and rank. Chu Yihan had also granted their marriage, and she too had her happiness, but…

She could no longer have children.

Su Han lowered her gaze, her eyes slightly reddened.

With genders seated separately, she and Song Chengyi were not yet married, so they couldn’t sit together. Su Miaoyan, bouncing around, came up to her to invite her for a fruit wine, “Sister Han, why aren’t you drinking? It’s the little nephew’s first birthday, come on, let’s go and toast to him!”

Su Han dabbed the corners of her eyes, hiding her emotions, and went with a wine cup to Su Yingxue’s side.

Su Miaoyan held the little monster, showering him with kisses, “Heng’er should grow up quickly and come play with Auntie!”

After listening to a series of lavish blessings, the little monster, tired and weary, suddenly heard Su Miaoyan saying they should play, and shouted aloud, “Yes! Play~”

His surprising words made even Chu Yihan look over. The civil and military officials did not stop praising him, nearly blowing him to the skies.

The little monster rolled his eyes, tired of the fuss.

He was already a year old; speaking was nothing extraordinary.

Su Miaoyan, delighted, nudged Xiao Yu with her elbow, “Brother Yu, look, Heng’er really enjoys playing with me!”

Xiao Yu nodded, then took the fruit wine from her hand and poured it away.

“Ah, my wine! Brother Yu, why did you pour it away!” Su Miaoyan pouted unhappily.

“You are pregnant.” Xiao Yu reminded with a stern face.

He was usually cold, but he had to change this habit for Su Miaoyan’s sake.

For her, he became a bit more meticulous and gentle.

“Miaoyan, you are pregnant too?” Su Han exclaimed in surprise.

“Oh, yes, it’s been two months, but he is very quiet, I don’t feel much, and I always forget about it,” Su Miaoyan said naively, clearly spoiled to the point of losing all sense of direction.

Tears welled up in Su Han’s eyes, and she could no longer hold back her emotions. After congratulating Su Miaoyan, she quietly slipped away from the crowd.

Even though she left quickly, she could still hear the endless congratulations for Su Miaoyan.

She too was pregnant, and in a few months, a child would be born from her womb, then gradually grow up and call her ‘mom’.

If her child had been born, he might already be walking now.

Su Han’s tears fell, and she walked on, oblivious, bumping into a strong embrace.

“Han’er, be careful.”

Song Chengyi followed her and, seeing that she was about to hit a wall, stood in front of her.

“Chengyi…”

Upon seeing him, Su Han could no longer hold back her tears and burst into crying in his embrace, “I have no children! I will never be able to have children again! But… I really like children, I so wish I could have my own children!”

Su Han’s crying grew stronger, turning heart-wrenching.

Heaven granted her the chance to break free and regain her happiness, yet it deprived her of the right to be a mother.

Her ability to bear children became the price she paid for escaping that failed marriage.

Song Chengyi didn’t know how to comfort her, only gently patting her back to help her breathe easier as she cried. When she ran out of strength, and leaned against him, he spoke in a hoarse voice, “Han’er, during this campaign, there were many orphaned children who lost their parents. The emperor, in his benevolence, has placed these children in the Fufeng Center. If you wish, we could adopt them as our own children.”

Su Han lifted her head from his embrace, incredulously looking at him, “You… are willing to do this? I cannot bear children, and you would not have descendants. I even thought about finding another concubine for you to continue the lineage.”

Although Su Han lived with the notion of having a lifelong companion like Su Yingxue, the deep-seated traditions weren’t so easily eradicated; she knew Song Chengyi couldn’t be without a heir.