One of the courtyards of the Ye Mansion. A group of people was standing in the courtyard, and the one who spoke was a handsome and extraordinary-looking young man, a relatively older young man, known as a mature young man.
"Of course, my grandson will not be an ordinary person. He will definitely become a powerful figure who can make or break things," said an imposing middle-aged man next to the mature young man, as he looked at the sky with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Both of you, always chattering here. The daughter-in-law is suffering inside, and you're busy making idle talk. And who says it must be a grandson; it could very well be a lovely granddaughter. What does the light in the sky have to do with him? It's just an omen," a beautiful, noble woman nearby scolded the two men.
"I said it's a grandson, so it must be a grandson. I say the light in the sky is because of your grandson, and it is," the middle-aged man said sternly.
"Yes, yes... I'm sorry..." The mature young man nodded in agreement, but then suddenly realized there was a problem –
"You rascal, I regret giving birth to you. If you had been a daughter, it would have been so much better. Look at your sisters, so considerate. Now, you're always in cahoots with this old man to annoy me," the noblewoman scolded the mature young man loudly, while shooting a disapproving glance at the middle-aged man.
"If I had a daughter, I would have divorced you then and married someone else," the middle-aged man immediately retorted.
"You dare!! Humph, are you saying you'll only have me for your entire life? Now, do you think I'm too old, and want to find a new lover," the noblewoman glared at the middle-aged man, and then said resentfully.
"My dear, my love for you is as constant as the sun and the moon in the sky, unchanging. I said I love only you, and I will always love only you," the middle-aged man immediately held the noblewoman's hand and declared affectionately.
"Darling..."
"Sweetheart..."
Underneath the colorful light, the two of them began their affectionate cooing, just like they had done for the past several decades.
"My love for you, as endless as the vast sky..." as the middle-aged man looked at the colorful light and started to wax poetic, something remarkable happened.
The light in the sky became brighter and even more beautiful, leaving an unforgettable sight. Strangely, many people felt as if the light seemed to be moving towards a certain location in the imperial capital. Even more strangely, after that, the light suddenly disappeared, just as it had appeared.
The entire sky had returned to normal at this point, leading people to wonder if they had been dreaming just then.
At this moment, however, the people there did not pay attention to this change, because, at that very moment, they heard the crying of a baby.
"Congratulations, sir, congratulations..." These words, which are often heard at this time, were spoken by a smiling midwife at this instant.
"How is the young mistress? Is she well?" the mature young man inquired.
"Both mother and son are safe..." before the midwife could finish speaking, the mature young man had already disappeared from her sight, as if he had vanished like the wind.
"Mother and son are safe. See, I was right; it's a grandson," the middle-aged man, still outside, said triumphantly, while the noblewoman, in his embrace, pinched him in annoyance.
"What about the last few times you said it was a grandson, and it turned out otherwise?" the noblewoman questioned.
"Brother, it's a brother. Sister, we have a little brother now!" a young girl beside them, holding another girl not much younger than her, exclaimed, then ran towards the house, followed by a seemingly mature young boy.
The presence of these two sisters was a clear indication that the middle-aged man's claim was baseless.
"Well, I was somewhat right a few times before... It's strange, though, why did the light in the sky disappear?" the middle-aged man changed the topic, looking at the sky.
"Yes, it seems that as soon as our little grandson was born, the light in the sky disappeared. It's quite mysterious," the noblewoman said with a puzzled frown.
Before the middle-aged man could boast of being right once again, the noblewoman remembered something.
"You said earlier that your love for me is as endless as the light, and now the light is gone..."
"Well, this, uh..."
"Hmph!"
...
As the old couple were acting out their little drama outside, inside, there was another couple deeply gazing at each other. One was the mature young man, and the other lay on the bed, the woman who had just given birth.
Although the woman looked very weak, she couldn't hide her attractive temperament.
"Darling, you've had a hard time," the mature young man said to the weak woman in bed, holding her delicate hand without turning his gaze away, seemingly unaware of the baby beside the woman.
This scene seemed to indicate that he was different from other men, as his main concern at this moment was his wife, not his son.
"Don't pretend. I know the thing you most want right now is to hold your son," the woman said gently, smiling slightly. She knew her husband's current state of mind, and she understood that he was not pretending. As his wife, she naturally had to be considerate.
She was also content with her husband's care and concern for her.
"Heh, then let me hold our little baby first..." The mature young man was also straightforward, and after laughing a few times, he picked up the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes, um, the infant.
"Black eyes, only a few strands of hair, can't tell what color it is..." The mature young man studied the baby while holding it.
"Father, father, I also want to hold the little brother." On the side, the lively little girl said, but with her small body, who would let her hold the baby?
"No fooling around, just looking is enough, no need to hold him," the mature young man bluntly refused.
"Hmph, then let me just have a look." The little girl hummed and then joyfully leaned forward, and the two other children did the same.
"Wow, the little brother is so cute..."
"Mmm..."
"Yes..."
The three children spoke back and forth, filling the whole room with a warm and happy atmosphere, the atmosphere of home.
And the newborn baby, seemingly unaware of this atmosphere, cried loudly in the swaddling clothes...
...
The next morning, there was a rumor spreading in the city about a miraculous event that happened yesterday, attributed to a newborn baby, who was none other than the newly born 13th young master of the Ye Family.
The 13th young master did not mean that his father had so many children, but according to the male lineage of the Ye Family, he was the 13th in line among his male cousins.
Of course, this was only within the current generation of the main family, not the entire Ye Family. If it were the entire Ye Family, he might be the 1001st young master, or perhaps even more.
The miraculous event, combined with the illustrious family name, instantly made the 13th young master the center of attention in the entire city, and also accepted by many as the son of a god, with no one openly opposing or doubting it, at least not for the time being.
Therefore, this newborn, still in swaddling clothes, became famous.
And many had already begun to speculate that this child's future achievements would be extraordinary, some even going so far as to create a virtual account of his growth.
At one year old, he could run and jump and speak, showing his early talent;
At two years old, he could read and recite, showing his potential;
At three years old, he would test his body and begin to learn combat arts or magic, surely a genius;
At five years old, he would enter the royal academy and demonstrate outstanding abilities;
At ten years old, he would go out and gain fame, becoming a legend;
At twenty years old, he would become a lord, building his influence and becoming a ruler in his own right;
In his life, he would encounter extraordinary people, create a career, lead a nation, and meet various kinds of women, experiencing light romance...
...
However, would this result really be the case?