The King’s Enchanting Chapter 1764 - 1778: Pregnancy Chronicles (12)

"Our child will surely be safe," Yu Zexiao assured, patting her shoulder gently.

Before long, Jian Anning commenced her challenging pregnancy.

Her appetite remained poor. While most expectant mothers experience significant relief from morning sickness and a surge in appetite by the third month, she still found herself unable to stomach any food.

Despite her persistent queasiness, she diligently took all the medicines prescribed by Feng Linxue daily. Even though she often vomited immediately after drinking them, she never gave up.

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Eventually, Zhao Ziyin provided a solution. Visiting the Yu Family over the weekend, she learned of Jian Anning's struggles. Cradling Mo Yangyang, Zhao Ziyin smiled with understanding and said, "Why didn't you mention this sooner? I have some special sour plums that I made when I couldn't eat during my own pregnancy. Their taste is incredibly refreshing, and I promise you'll never forget it once you try!"

Zhao Ziyin only had one child, yet Mo Yangyang's active nature rivaled that of the two little ones growing inside Jian Anning. This little fellow had troubled her for some time until she discovered Liao Zixin's secret recipe, which brought much-needed relief.

As Zhao Ziyin spoke, Mo Yangyang, with his newly emerged baby teeth, used his mother's collar as his preferred teething toy. Now over a year old, he could form simple sentences. Nestled in his mother's arms, he looked toward Jian Anning with keen interest. Opening his mouth wide, his chubby hands gestured mischievously despite his smart little suit. His plump body squirmed in his mother's grasp, eager to break free and reach Jian Anning, all the while calling out, "pretty auntie"!

"Stop fidgeting, you little imp!" Zhao Ziyin playfully chided, giving his bottom a gentle tap. Mo Yangyang clearly inherited his father's penchant for admiring pretty women. As an adorable young child, he was adored by everyone. This little one reveled in being held by attractive women, making one wonder about his future!

"It's alright, let me hold him," Jian Anning offered, unable to suppress her envy of Mo Yangyang's lively disposition. She wished she could give birth to such a robust and energetic baby.

The last time she held Mo Yangyang, she became pregnant shortly after. Might continuing to hold this healthy, energetic child bring her - no, two clever and healthy little ones?

Even at over a year old, Mo Yangyang tipped the scales at nearly thirty pounds, his chubby hands resembling lotus roots. Jian Anning found him a bit heavy when she lifted him, yet Mo Yangyang settled in contentedly, nestling closer to her with a smile.

"He's quite heavy, isn't he? Most people can barely lift him," Zhao Ziyin expressed, a hint of worry in her voice. Truthfully, Mo Yangyang was considered a robust child, and his chubbiness might potentially affect his development. However, this child was naturally a big eater, exceptionally plump.

"No trouble at all, he's sturdy," Jian Anning replied. She genuinely envied Mo Yangyang as he happily reached for her, his little feet tapping firmly on her legs. "If the two inside me could be just like him, that would be wonderful."