PFC Chapter 399 The Empress Gives Birth 2
Chapter 399 The Empress Gives Birth 2
Dongzhi led a group of midwives in as usual. The midwives walked quickly, along with the palace maids.
They moved back and forth in the delivery room, carrying steaming basins of water in their hands, the water sloshing around with their hurried steps.
A midwife shouted, "Hot water! Add more hot water! Hurry up!"
The palace maids trembled with fright and hurriedly ran to refill the copper kettles.
On the delivery bed, the empress kept her eyes tightly closed, her brows furrowed in a knot, beads of sweat rolling down her pale cheeks, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white.
With each contraction, the empress's body trembled uncontrollably.
She felt as if she were in an endless abyss of darkness, gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the pain overwhelmed her like a surging tide.
She struggled desperately, but she couldn't shake off the constant, excruciating pain.
"Ah—it hurts...it hurts so much..." The Empress could no longer hold back and cried out in a hoarse voice, her voice full of pleading and helplessness.
Each contraction felt like it was tearing her body apart; it was an indescribable, excruciating pain that went deep into her bones, making her wish she could just faint.
"Your Majesty, relax, relax!" The head midwife said anxiously, her voice trembling slightly.
He kept wiping the cold sweat from the Empress's forehead with a handkerchief, while turning to urge Dongyou beside him: "Quickly, go and bring the ginseng soup to help Her Majesty replenish her energy!"
Before Dongyou could make a move, the composed Dongping fed the Empress the pills and divine water that Dongfang Jin had given her in advance.
"This is better than ginseng soup."
……
The situation here was immediately reported to Emperor Cang Lingyuan by his secret guards.
Fortunately, this group was the last one sent off, otherwise...
Anshun, who was standing nearby, heard everything and pinched his inner thigh hard to calm himself down.
She ran up to Prince Chen in a flash, whispered a few words in his ear, and then turned and left.
Upon hearing that the Empress was about to give birth, Cang Lingchen, for the Empress's safety...
Immediately, Helian Shuo, the commander of the Imperial Guards, and Changsun Lan, the head of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, were ordered to be on alert without being detected.
When Cang Lingyuan heard that the Empress was about to give birth, he was so frightened that he trembled. He calmed himself down and asked his uncle to handle the aftermath.
He didn't even have time to straighten the hem of his dragon robe before he rushed over, the hem of his robe catching a gust of wind.
At this moment, he had completely lost the dignity and composure he usually displayed in the imperial court.
Her usually meticulously styled hair was now somewhat disheveled, with a few strands falling across her forehead.
As soon as he stepped into the Hall of Supreme Harmony, he rushed to the Empress's bedside.
Seeing the Empress's pained expression, the Emperor's eyes were filled with heartache and anxiety.
His brows were tightly furrowed into a "川" shape, and the veins on his forehead were slightly bulging.
He looked at the head of the Imperial Medical Academy standing beside him and asked urgently, his voice trembling slightly with tension: "Imperial Physician Chu, how is the Empress? What's wrong with her?"
The Empress's pregnancy was already full-term, and given her age and it being her first child, this...
When the emperor rushed in, everyone in the room immediately knelt down.
"Ten thousand……"
Before anyone could shout, Cang Lingyuan roared, "Shut up! No need for formalities today. Hurry up! If anything happens to the Empress and the Prince, I'll make you all pay with your lives!"
Imperial Physician Chu wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Your Majesty, the Empress is fine; it was a normal delivery."
Cang Lingyuan felt much more at ease after hearing his words and turned to look at the Empress.
He held the Empress's hand tightly to comfort her, his voice soft but trembling: "Jingyun, hang in there a little longer."
"I'll stay here and watch over things. Everything will be alright; you and the child will be safe."
Granny Zhao stood nervously to the side, her eyes reddening and her voice trembling slightly, "Your Majesty..."
This is a delivery room; how could it be a place for a monarch like yourself to stay?
But...but she dared not say it! Oh my God, who can save the day?
Suddenly remembering something, he summoned a palace maid and whispered a few words in her ear.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief as she watched the young palace maid stagger away.
Now, the only one who can persuade His Majesty is Princess Dun.
A midwife named Song, who was on good terms with Zhao, hurriedly stepped forward and used a warm towel to wipe the beads of sweat rolling down the Empress's forehead.
While anxiously but gently encouraging her, she said, "Your Majesty, take a deep breath, yes, take a deep breath."
Another midwife stood at the foot of the bed, looking anxious: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty, just...just one more push, the little prince will be out soon!"
However, her response was another scream of agony from the Queen: "Ah...it hurts so much!"
The Queen's throat felt like it was being burned by fire; every cry was hoarse and broken.
Dongzhi would occasionally feed the Queen a spoonful of "divine water".
As time went by, the Queen's pain did not seem to lessen. She bit her lower lip tightly and gripped the sheets so hard that her nails turned white.
Granny Zhao was so anxious that she stamped her feet, clasped her hands together, and kept muttering, "Heavens, please protect the Empress and the little prince and keep them safe."
Thinking to myself, Her Majesty the Empress is not only old, but this is also her first pregnancy. I hope she doesn't have a difficult childbirth.
Thinking of the difficult childbirth, Granny Zhao reached out and slapped herself hard in the mouth, thinking, "Damn it, damn it."
How could she have such a thought? Her Majesty the Empress is blessed with good fortune and will surely be safe and sound.
"May God bless Her Majesty the Empress and the young prince."
"God bless... God bless..."
After a while, the Empress spoke weakly, "Granny Zhao, I...I'm afraid I can't hold on any longer."
Zhao and Zhang quickly leaned close to her ears and whispered comforting words: "Your Highness, please don't say that. You are blessed with good fortune and will surely give birth to the little prince smoothly."
Just bear with it a little longer, just a little longer, your better days are yet to come.
The Empress was in so much pain that her face turned ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, wetting the hair at her temples.
She bit her lower lip so hard it turned bluish-white, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
It hurt, it hurt so much, she could hardly bear it anymore.
"what……"
The atmosphere in the delivery room was somber, with candlelight flickering.
With her last ounce of strength, the Queen let out a painful roar that echoed through the silent palace, sending chills down everyone's spine.
The midwives shouted in unison, "Your Highness, just a little more effort, it'll be over soon!"
Cang Lingyuan gripped Helian Jingyun's hand tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes reddening, his face full of heartache and anxiety.
Zhang Mama stood to the side, her eyes occasionally glancing at the emperor, her hand unconsciously tugging at the hem of his robe, creating several deep wrinkles.
With his other hand, he tugged at the hem of Granny Zhao's clothes.
Her lips trembled slightly as she murmured, "Your Majesty is of noble birth, and the birthing room is filled with blood..." Please don't cause any disturbance.
Granny Zhao immediately covered her mouth, preventing her from saying what she was about to say.
That's what they said, but how could they dare to actually persuade the emperor to leave?
All they could do was secretly pray that the Empress would have a smooth delivery so that this powerful figure could leave this "place of trouble" as soon as possible.
Cang Lingyuan's mind was now filled with thoughts of the Empress's safety, and he was beginning to regret his actions.
If you knew how painful childbirth was, you shouldn't have let Jingyun give birth; you could have just adopted one from the Imperial Uncle's family.
But, but now...
"Stop talking nonsense, what I need now is for the Empress to be safe, safe..."
Upon hearing this, one of the midwives gripped a clean cloth tightly in her hand, the cloth becoming deformed from her clenching.
She lowered her eyes, beads of sweat rolling down her forehead, not daring to lift them, for fear that a single glance might offend the emperor.
This is not what that person told her. His Majesty is not faking it. His expression and eyes are unmistakable.
His Majesty and the Empress were deeply in love. She hated the concubines the most, and thinking of this, she ultimately did not take out that thing.
Over here, the midwife surnamed Li was swept over by His Majesty's gaze, and her legs trembled slightly, almost causing her to collapse. She quickly steadied herself.