PFC Chapter 229 "Your Highness, this is my child with you!"
Chapter 229 "Your Highness, this is my child with you!"
Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
Sun Lan held Su Wan'er tightly, her hands trembling slightly, both from nervousness and fear of being exposed.
At this moment, Su Wan'er lowered her eyes and deliberately made her face look as pale as paper. Every step she took was weak and powerless, as if she would collapse at any moment.
She held the child tightly in her arms, and the occasional soft sounds the child made were exceptionally clear in the quiet atmosphere.
Su Wan'er tilted her head slightly, leaned close to Sun Lan's ear, and whispered, "When we go inside, if anyone asks, just say... you saw me suddenly suffer from severe abdominal pain while you were praying in the temple, and I stumbled and fell to the ground in pain."
She paused, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes, and emphasized, "The baby has gone into trouble, the situation is critical, you must give birth immediately. Just say you have experience in childbirth, so you quickly help me to the nearest house to deliver the baby. Remember, don't say a word! Every word you say must be exactly as I say, if you dare to say even half a word wrong, you know the consequences!"
Sun Lan listened and nodded hurriedly, her face full of flattery, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness: "Yes, this old servant understands, this old servant will do as the princess says, and will not dare to make a single mistake." As she spoke, she wiped the cold sweat from her forehead with her sleeve.
After speaking, Sun Lan helped Su Wan'er up, and the two slowly walked towards the Prince's mansion. The guards at the gate were startled when they saw Su Wan'er's appearance, but then quickly let them through.
The moment Su Wan'er stepped across the threshold of the Prince's mansion, a barely perceptible hint of smugness flashed in her eyes.
Inside the main hall of the Prince's Mansion, the luxurious decorations gleamed under the warm yellow lights.
Murong Yi stood tall and handsome, his face showing a hint of anxiety. At this moment, he was kneeling before Lin Qianqian, the Ninth Princess who was heavily pregnant, his slender hands gently holding hers, his voice tender and full of concern.
Lin Qianqian frowned, her beautiful face filled with pain. She took deep breaths, gently stroking her swollen belly with one hand, and nodded slightly. The stray hairs on her forehead were soaked with sweat and clung to her cheeks, making her look even more pitiful.
Just then, Su Wan'er, carrying the child and supported by Sun Lan, stepped into the hall. She immediately saw this tender scene and was instantly consumed by jealousy.
Her eyes widened instantly, burning with a fierce rage that seemed to scorch anyone who looked at her.
Her fists clenched involuntarily, her knuckles turning white from the force. She gripped Sun Lan's arm tightly, causing Sun Lan to cry out in pain.
This sound instantly shattered the original atmosphere in the hall.
Murong Yi and Lin Qianqian turned their heads at the same time.
"Wan'er~" Murong Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes filled with shock and doubt. His gaze slowly moved from the child in Su Wan'er's arms to her slightly haggard face. His lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but he was speechless for a moment.
Lin Qianqian frowned even more deeply, her already deep gaze now filled with scrutiny and vigilance. She subconsciously placed her hands on her stomach as if protecting her territory from invasion, her eyes fixed on Su Wan'er.
Su Wan'er tried her best to appear pitiful, her eyes slightly red, as if she had just experienced a great calamity.
She took a gentle step forward, her figure graceful yet somewhat frail, and respectfully curtsied, her voice soft and sweet, carrying just the right amount of humility and tenderness: "Your Majesty, I pay my respects! I pay my respects to my elder sister!"
As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced at Sun Lan quickly, her gaze as cold as a blade, carrying an irresistible intimidation.
Sun Lan understood immediately, and trembled with fear. She immediately knelt down with a thud, her head bowed low, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness: "Greetings, Your Highness! Greetings, Your Highness's Consort!"
Murong Yi looked at her, his face full of confusion, his usually deep eyes now filled with bewilderment. He quickly stepped forward, reached out his strong hands, and gently helped Su Wan'er up. His gaze shifted back and forth between her and the child in her arms, and he asked with concern and doubt, "Wan'er, what's wrong with you...?" His voice contained both surprise at Su Wan'er's sudden appearance and her holding a child, as well as undisguised concern.
Su Wan'er's eyes reddened, tears welled up, and she looked like she was about to cry. She tilted her head slightly, with a mix of grievance and joy, and said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, this is... your child!" Her voice was full of the fragility and pride of a new mother.
"What?!" Murong Yi stared in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief. She leaned forward involuntarily, as if trying to get a better look at the child in Su Wan'er's arms.
Lin Qianqian, who was standing to the side, was also dumbfounded. Her hand, which had been gently stroking her abdomen, stopped in mid-air. Her mouth was open, and her face was full of shock and disbelief.
Murong Yi composed herself, her brows furrowing tightly, her eyes filled with doubt and concern. She asked anxiously, "Wan'er, how come... you weren't due yet? How could you have given birth so quickly?"
As he spoke, he crouched down, trying to carefully observe Su Wan'er's expression and find the answer in her demeanor.
"Your Highness..." Su Wan'er's legs went weak and she knelt down, her shoulders trembling slightly, and she began to sob.
She lowered her head, her voice trembling with tears, filled with self-reproach and guilt: "Your Highness, I'm so sorry! I went to the temple with a sincere heart to pray for Your Highness, my sister, and the child in my sister's womb. But who would have thought that I would trip over the threshold and fall to the ground, thus affecting the pregnancy..."
As she sobbed, she secretly glanced up to observe Murong Yi's reaction, as if she had truly committed an unforgivable crime.
Seeing this, Murong Yi's eyes filled with tenderness. He hurriedly stepped forward and gently helped Su Wan'er up, his movements as if afraid of hurting her. His voice was gentle and full of concern, "Wan'er! What have you done wrong! Get up! You were thinking of praying for us with all your heart. This is a sincere heart. What's wrong with that!" As he spoke, his eyes remained fixed on Su Wan'er's face, not missing any subtle expression.
Murong Yi gently cupped Su Wan'er's face, her thumb lightly stroking her cheek, her worry deepening. "What happened next? Why are you so pale?"
He leaned down slightly to meet Su Wan'er's gaze, his eyes filled with anxiety and heartache, as if he wished he could immediately know all the hardships she had endured and take all her pain upon himself.
Su Wan'er had glistening tears on her face, looking pitiful and endearing.
She glanced up casually, her gaze flashing like lightning as she looked at Sun Lan, a hint of undeniable authority flashing in her eyes.
Sun Lan's heart tightened suddenly, as if an invisible hand had gripped her heart. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look the prince in the eye, her voice trembling slightly as she stammered, "Your Highness, this old servant went to the temple to burn incense and pray, and encountered this young lady... uh, no, the princess, lying on the ground crying out in pain. This old servant went forward to inquire and learned that she had gone through a miscarriage. This old servant has experience in childbirth, and the situation was critical at the time, so this old servant dared to... deliver the baby for the princess..."
As she spoke, she unconsciously clutched the hem of her clothes with both hands, and lowered her head even further, as if she could hide her unease in this way.
After hearing this, Murong Yi nodded thoughtfully, her expression softening slightly. "So that's how it is."
His gaze returned to Su Wan'er, his eyes filled with heartache and pity. He gently pulled her into his arms, patted her back tenderly, and whispered soothingly, "Wan'er, you've suffered."
Su Wan'er nestled into Murong Yi's arms, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze: "As long as Your Highness is safe and sound, Wan'er doesn't feel tired."
She tilted her head slightly, a gentle smile on her face, but a hint of smugness flashed in her eyes. Her feigned gentleness and kindness were perfectly executed.
Lin Qianqian, who was standing to the side, took in all of this. Her already beautiful brows furrowed tightly again, and her expression became even more somber.
Murong Yi held Su Wan'er tightly, his broad hands gently stroking her back, trying to soothe her still slightly trembling body.
After a long while, Su Wan'er raised her head slightly, her eyes glistening with tears, but a happy smile on her lips. She said softly, "Your Highness, look at our child! It's a son!" Her voice was full of the pride and joy of becoming a mother for the first time.
"Okay!" Murong Yi replied excitedly, her voice unconsciously rising a few decibels.
He carefully took the child from Su Wan'er's arms, bent down slightly, and stared intently at the little life in the swaddling clothes. The joy on his face was like the blooming flowers in spring, impossible to hide.
Murong Yi's hand trembled slightly as she extended a finger and gently touched the child's rosy cheek. The child seemed to sense his father's touch; his little brows furrowed slightly, and his little mouth moved, letting out a soft hum.
This small movement melted Murong Yi's heart. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned to look at Su Wan'er, his voice filled with barely suppressed joy: "Wan'er, look how much he looks like you! He'll definitely be as clever and adorable as you in the future!" As he spoke, he looked down at the child, his smile growing even brighter, as if the whole world had become brighter because of the arrival of this little life.
Upon hearing this, Su Wan'er's face blossomed into a gentle smile. She pursed her lips slightly, and her smile was as bright and captivating as the warm spring sun.
She lowered her head slightly, looking shy and happy, and said softly, "Your Highness is too kind. As long as the child grows up healthy and as brave and extraordinary as Your Highness, Wan'er will be content."
As she finished speaking, she casually raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping towards Lin Qianqian almost imperceptibly. That glance was swift and subtle, yet it carried a hint of smugness and provocation.
She quickly withdrew her gaze, returning her gentle eyes to Murong Yi and the child, as if that glance just now was nothing more than an ordinary little gesture.