The Tyrant Father's Pampered Daughter Chapter 2

In his fervent desire for a daughter, Gu Yihan once established an altar to worship the heavens. He made solemn vows to his ancestors and the deities, proclaiming, “Should I be blessed with a daughter, I am prepared to disband my army, cease all warfare, and refrain from taking innocent lives, thus preventing the world from being deluged with corpses.”

The venerable elder gestured with his expansive sleeve, causing the placid waters of the pond to churn violently!

Abruptly, a vibrant, plump koi fish was propelled forth by the surging water.

Before Gu Yihan could fully process the event, the elder made another sweeping motion with his hand.

The diminutive, crimson celestial carp landed gently into Gu Yihan’s waiting arms.

Gu Yihan, taken aback, glanced downwards. The small fish cradled in his embrace blinked its luminous, dark eyes.

When he looked up once more, the elderly man had vanished without a trace!

In that instant, the fish within his grasp began to tremble.

Gu Yihan felt a peculiar lightness in his hands as a swirling white mist condensed before him. A young girl, no older than three years old and clad in a crimson dress, now stood where the fish had been, holding a lotus leaf umbrella.

Her complexion was as pure as freshly fallen snow, and her raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders.

With eyes as clear as a summer sky, reminiscent of plump grapes, she gazed at Gu Yihan with a radiant smile.

Her delicate hands twirled the lotus leaf umbrella as she softly uttered, “Father!”

With her declaration, she extended her small arms and ran directly towards Gu Yihan.

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Gu Yihan instinctively moved to embrace her, exclaiming, “My daughter!”

Yet, his arms closed on empty air.

He jolted awake, nearly tumbling from his seat.

The vivid imagery from his dream lingered, leaving Gu Yihan disoriented for a considerable time!

An overwhelming surge of joy washed over his entire being.

He was going to have a daughter, was he not?!

At this very moment, his trusted personal eunuch, Chunshou, burst into the room in a state of panic.

He announced breathlessly, “Your Majesty! The Noble Consort visited Taishi Monastery today to pray for the blessing of a daughter, but her stomach suddenly began to ache. She is now on the verge of giving birth!”

Eunuch Chunshou barely finished his report when a gust of wind seemed to sweep past him.

Glancing up again, he noticed that the space behind the table where the emperor had been standing was now vacant.

“Hmm? Where has His Majesty gone?”

He stood and peered out the doorway.

It became apparent that Gu Yihan was already descending the grand steps.

Gu Yihan issued a stern command, “Order the three armies to clear a path for me. I shall proceed to Taishi Monastery and personally escort my daughter into the palace!”

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As night descended, within the meditation room of Taishi Monastery, Noble Consort Qiao’s pained cries continued unabated.

Both the midwife and the imperial physician were in attendance. Outside, Gu Yihan frequently found himself resisting the urge to burst in and ascertain the situation.

Suddenly, a series of deafening thunderclaps echoed through the heavens.

A fierce wind arose, and dark clouds rapidly obscured the moon, signaling the imminent arrival of a peculiar winter thunderstorm.

Unbeknownst to the humans, on the rear slopes of Taishi Monastery, all manner of wild creatures were fleeing in a frantic dash towards the monastery.

Foxes, tigers, wolves, sparrows, squirrels, and other animals—they converged nearby, stretching their necks to gaze towards the brightly illuminated temple in the distance.

They appeared to be anticipating a momentous event.

Chunshou implored, “Your Majesty, a storm is brewing. Please, step inside and await the outcome!”

However, Gu Yihan’s expression remained grim as his gaze remained fixed intently on the meditation room.

The distant rumble of winter thunder grew closer, as if poised to strike directly above them.

At that precise moment!

A robust cry of a newborn pierced the air from within the meditation room.

The midwife’s joyous exclamation resounded from inside, “Congratulations, Your Highness. It is a little princess!”

Overwhelmed with joy, Gu Yihan disregarded Eunuch Chunshou’s counsel and strode into the delivery chamber.

Coincidentally, the midwife emerged from behind a screen, cradling the infant wrapped in swaddling clothes.

Gu Yihan carefully accepted the child from her, his arms holding his newborn son for the very first time.

The baby, enveloped in swaddling clothes, possessed skin of exquisite delicacy, revealing the healthy pink hue of a newborn.

The infant’s eyes were closed, and its cries were loud, but then, as if sensing its father’s embrace, the crying seemed to subside slightly.