"Mother, have some food, at least have some," Xia Momo said, carrying a bowl of chicken noodle soup and coming in to persuade her.

  Su Jingxiang held Qinghuan's hand and endured the pain in her abdomen, "Bring it up."

  Even though she doesn't have a big appetite now, she also knows that the current pain is not the most painful, and the time spent is also uncertain. It's most important to save some energy.

  Xia Momo was delighted, originally she thought she still needed to persuade her a bit more, seeing the empress so decisive, yet in her heart there were some sour feelings, "Your Majesty can rest assured, you will definitely be able to give birth to the prince safely."

  Su Jing forced a smile and didn't say anything, bringing the bowl over to eat slowly, forcing herself to finish half of it before putting it down.

  "Your Ladyship, get up and move around a bit now, it will be easier later on, Your Ladyship will suffer less," said a midwife as she walked over.

  Xia Momo also nodded in agreement, "Your Majesty, this is exactly the reason."

  Su Jing took a deep breath, "I understand, help me up."

  "Your Ladyship, these are all unmarried girls like Yunying. Is it suitable for them to stay in the delivery room?" The midwife glanced at the palace maid standing beside her and said with some difficulty.

  Ting Yao and the others listened, almost shedding tears, and quickly knelt down, "Your Ladyship, I will never marry for life, please let me serve Your Ladyship here."

  Su Jing let out a soft laugh, "Who wants to drive you away? I don't believe in that nonsense. My child won't be useless either."

  The delivery room is a place where bloody and evil spirits accumulate, and it is not suitable for men and unmarried women to enter. On the one hand, it will bring them bad luck, on the other hand, it will also be seen as bringing bad luck to the baby.

  She exhaled a mouthful of cold air and said coldly, "If you don't have the ability to deliver for me, then leave early. Don't make excuses for your own incompetence."

  The head midwife hastily knelt down, "Your servant dares not, begging Your Ladyship to spare her life"

  If I were driven out of the delivery room by the princess at this time, I would definitely not survive.

  "Your Ladyship, it's not worth getting angry over such a person."

  "What about you two?" Su Jing glanced at the other two midwives.

  The two of them exchanged a glance, and one of them stepped forward, "Replying to Your Ladyship, I think these girls have been serving you very considerately and have earned your trust. With them here, Your Ladyship can rest assured."

  "Are you two confident in assisting me in giving birth?"

  "We will do our best," said the two midwives in unison.

  Su Jing nodded and made a gesture with her eyes. The midwife who was kneeling on the ground was immediately taken out, "Leave her one life."

  "How is she?" Zong Zhengjin glanced at the imperial physician coming out and asked hastily without waiting for them to pay their respects.

  Zhang Taizhong and Li Taizhong knelt on the ground, without even bothering to pay their respects, hastily replied: "Replying to Your Majesty, Her Highness's body is fine."

  "There's no problem with why it was premature," Zong Zhengjin interrupted the imperial physician before he could finish speaking.

  "Your Majesty, Zhen's body has not fully developed, and her pregnancy has already caused significant loss of maternal Qi and blood. Premature birth at this time would be harmless to the fetus and beneficial to the mother."

  Zong Zhengjin furrowed his brow, intuitively feeling it wasn't that simple, "So you mean..."

  "Zhen Xiurong's delivery will also be very difficult."

  A simple sentence, yet it contains profound meaning. Those present couldn't help but let their minds wander after hearing it, and while some felt fortunate at others' misfortune, others silently cursed.

  Since ancient times, childbirth has been a step into the gates of hell for women. If Zhen Xiuren couldn't endure this blessing herself, not only would it stain their hands, but also eliminate this great enemy, what joy is there in that?

  They had not received the news earlier and did not have a chance to take action, but now it was too late, nothing could be done, so they could only make a wish in their hearts.

  Qiao Jingyu had never given birth before, but she also knew the difficulties of childbirth. The imperial physician's words were not as simple as they seemed on the surface. Just as she was about to speak, someone beside her spoke up.

  The usual tone of voice, but Qiao Jingyu surprisingly detected a hint of unease, "How confident are you?"

  "Exactly, Imperial Physician, how confident are you that you can save Sister Zhen?" Xiang Yurou interjected, but before she could finish speaking, she was once again ruthlessly interrupted.

  "Get out of my sight," Zong Zhengjin's eyes were filled with undisguised disgust, his voice was also much louder than usual, and the nearby Jiao Hua was startled.

  Xiang Xieyu was taken aback, then reacted and tears fell uncontrollably, but the person in front of her didn't put his eyes on her, with a hint of sobbing, "Huang"

  "Xiang Xieyu, you'd better leave first," Su Shun walked over, his eyes no longer showing the usual respect, his voice extremely cold.

  Xiang Xieyu felt a lump in her throat, but after glancing at the emperor's expression, she didn't dare say anything more. She stood up, forced a bow, and silently retreated.

  "You all leave me too," Zong Zhengjin glanced at others sitting here, somewhat impatient.

  Others moved their lips, originally preparing to say something, but remembering Xiang Yu's experience just now, they didn't have the courage, stood up, bowed and retreated.

  "Your Majesty, let me stay behind then. Zhen sister gave birth to the crown prince, I can also take care of him a bit," Qiao Jingyu said at the right time.

  Zong Zhengjin nodded and didn't say much.

  In the blink of an eye, all the people gathered in the hall dispersed, leaving only the two at the top.

  "Your Majesty, I can only guarantee a 60% success rate."

  Qiao Jingyu was startled upon hearing this, but she didn't dare to show it. She lowered her head and sat quietly on one side, not saying much.

  Zhang Taichang bowed his head to the ground and, summoning up courage, said: "Your Majesty's humble servant dares to ask, if Zhenxiu is unaware whether Your Majesty wishes to protect the greater good or the lesser good."

  "Very well," Zong Zhengjin did not hesitate, his cold voice ringing out, "her words are of no concern, my words are the imperial edict."

  "Take a deep breath and wave your hand, 'You guys go wait'."

  "Yes, I will withdraw," Doctor Zhang's heart was filled with uncontrollable fear, but he couldn't say anything more, and led the people out.

  Only fearing that with the emperor's temperament, if something untoward were to happen to Zhen, they would also have no choice but to die.

  With the emperor's temperament, it is definitely impossible to tolerate again.

  If Zhen Xiuzhu's children have done something wrong, they might as well be dead.

  Zhen Xiurong's expectation for the child in her belly will surely be unbearable and the Emperor will also not tolerate it.

  Qiao Jingyu caught a glimpse of him clenching his fists, his fingers turning white without realizing it. Even if she hadn't seen his face and didn't notice his inner thoughts, even though they were separated by several feet, she could still feel the unease and fear in his heart.

  It turns out he is also afraid of it.

  The more you want something, the more you fear losing it.

  Moreover, he has already possessed it and deeply understood its beauty. If he loses it, he will probably put it in his heart for a lifetime and never forget it.

  The birthmark on his heart, if he were to dig it out like that, would probably take the heart with it.

  With a hint of self-mockery, she hooked the corner of her mouth. Once, she had hoped that the person he would put in his heart today would be herself, but unfortunately, reality proved that it was just her own extravagance after all.

  Now he is being led by the nose by another woman, while he himself is still unaware of it. Many of these unconscious actions have proven the sincerity of his inner feelings.

  He is not sad, she is sad.

  And the woman inside, the one he holds in his heart, how fortunate she is.

  Qiao Jing was just like him, staring tightly at the delivery room door, where only intermittent sounds came from, and the sounds were not loud. She remembered that when Du Wanru gave birth to a child, and even further back, like the empress, like the virtuous concubine, they all shouted hoarsely when giving birth.

  It's not that it doesn't hurt, it's just endurance.

  She was willing to believe, and also willing to hope, that the woman who was struggling with herself could be safe and sound, along with her child. "What time is it now?" The empress dowager rubbed her brow and asked.

  The little palace maid on night watch glanced at the hourglass and hastily replied, "Replying to Your Highness, it's already the fifth watch."

  The empress dowager responded with a sound, at this time, her body was getting worse and worse. The medicine was continuous, although it is said that good medicine tastes bitter, but there was not much improvement. At night, she often had insomnia and many dreams, and woke up early.

  The Empress Dowager sat up in bed, "Bring some water for Ah Yin over here."

  The palace maid hastily turned around and poured a cup of water, walked over to hand it to her, somewhat wanting to speak but hesitating about whether or not to say anything.

  The empress dowager was extremely sharp and after taking a sip of tea to moisten her throat, asked "But what happened?"

  "Empress Dowager is going back. The precious and delicate Empress of the Guan Yun Palace is about to give birth," the little palace maid replied hastily, not daring to conceal anything.

  The empress dowager was taken aback, put down her cup, "How many months is she?"

  "After giving birth to the princess, there were only nine months"

  Only nine months, then it's premature birth.

  "The Empress Dowager" followed with a recitation, and in an instant, tens of millions of thoughts flashed through her mind, forming a single question: "Why did no one tell me?"

  The palace maid hastily knelt down, "Replying to Your Highness, it was the Emperor who sent someone to say that since Your Highness is not feeling well, please do not disturb you."

  "Good, don't disturb," the empress coldly snorted, taking a deep breath. "Forget it, since Your Majesty says not to disturb me, I'll pretend I didn't know."

  The little palace maid was somewhat perplexed, but she didn't dare say anything and could only respond with "Yes."

  The empress sighed and lay down again, sparing her this time. Since they were both premature births and still young, whether she had that fate would depend on her own luck.

  One must have the fate to bear it, and also have the fate to enjoy it.

  Palace Concubine (Yi) / 33 / 33265

  Gong Shu