Feng Qiqi, who was in Tingsong Tower, had long heard the loud noise. After learning from Su Mei that Feng Cang was angry, she asked Wanyan Mingyue to invite Feng Cang in.
"Qiqi, a man is not allowed to enter the delivery room when a woman is giving birth!" Wanyan Mingyue was a traditional woman after all, and she could not accept Feng Qiqi's request to accompany Feng Cang during the delivery.
"Mother, I really can't hold on any longer …" Feng Qiqi's red lips had turned white from blood loss. She looked at Wanyan Mingyue pitifully and begged her like a little girl.
"Your Highness, it's not good for both the mother and the child to drag this out! The Princess's pelvis is too narrow … "
The midwives were also at their wits' end. After a night of torment, there was still no sign of the child even though the sun was already up. They were afraid that they might lose their lives. Although it was true that men were not allowed to enter the delivery room, Feng Qiqi could not give birth. If His Highness was by her side, it would at least give her some motivation.
Wanyan Mingyue panicked at the midwife's words. "Quick, invite His Highness in!"
Su Yue hurried over and bowed to Dongfang Lan before turning to Feng Cang. "Young Master, Young Mistress wants to see you!"
"What?" Feng Cang's heart skipped a beat. He felt that Feng Qiqi was going to say some 'last words' from Su Yue. Before Su Yue could finish, Feng Cang rushed into Tingsong Tower like a gust of wind.
"This …"
Dongfang Lan only managed to say one word before her outstretched hand froze. Forget it. What's the point of being stubborn at a time like this? The most important thing is for the mother and son to be safe!
"Qingqing, I'm here!"
Feng Cang wanted to approach Feng Qiqi, but Su Mei stopped him. "Young Master, you should wash up first!"
Feng Cang quickly washed his hands and face with hot water before walking over to Feng Qiqi.
"Qingqing …" Feng Cang's heart ached when he saw Feng Qiqi's sweaty clothes. When he saw Wanyan Mingyue's tired face, he quickly took her place and asked her to rest.
"Cang, we're definitely going to lose this time!" Feng Qiqi's anxiety was immediately alleviated when she saw Feng Cang.
Feng Qiqi released the white cloth in her hand and grabbed Feng Cang's hand tightly. "What do we do? This child is so mischievous, he must be a boy! We, we bet on our daughter. This time, we will definitely lose miserably! "
The fact that Feng Qiqi was still in the mood to joke around at a time like this allowed Feng Cang to relax a little. He kissed the sweat on her cheeks and held her hand to give her strength. "It's okay. Even if we lose this time, we can win it back next time! Besides, it's better to be happy together than to be happy alone. Isn't this what you always said? Wouldn't it be better to let the gamblers make a small fortune? "
"Hehe, I knew you … would say that! Ah — "
This time, Feng Qiqi did not hold it in like before. Instead, she screamed hysterically.
Wanyan Kang shuddered at the sound of the scream, which could only come from extreme pain. It turned out that women giving birth was so terrifying? Wan Yankang stared at the blood on the ground. Would Su Mei end up like this in the future?
Mingyue Cheng, who was standing beside Wan Yankang, had a terrible expression on his face. His usual carefree smile was nowhere to be seen. Instead, his entire face was tense. Feng Qiqi was suffering in there, and he wanted to accompany her and tell her that he was here for her. But, who was he? Her husband was already in there. Even if he was worried, there was nothing he could do about it.
"Your Highness, we can already see the crown prince's head. Put in more effort, Your Highness!"
Feng Cang's entrance put the midwives under even more pressure. Fortunately, Feng Cang did not exert any pressure on them, so the midwives were slightly relieved and focused their attention on Feng Qiqi.
"Amitabha, Bodhisattva, please protect my Qiqi! Amitabha! "Wanyan Mingyue prayed to Bodhisattva, praying that Feng Qiqi would suffer less.
"Ahhh!" Feng Qi Qi cried out in pain once more. By now, the pain had reached an unbearable level, and she could no longer care about what she had been thinking. She cried out again and again, as if she was trying to make the pain go away with her voice.
"Cang, it hurts!" Tears streamed down Feng Qiqi's cheeks. Other than wiping her face, Feng Cang could do nothing else but watch as Feng Qiqi trembled in pain.
"I'm here! We won't have another child after this one! "Feng Cang was starting to hate the child in Feng Qiqi's womb for torturing her like this. "When this brat is born, I'll spank his butt for you!"
When Feng Cang's words reached the ears of the others, they wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud. Everyone finally saw how the prince doted on his wife.
"No … You … You have to compensate me for the money that I lost!"
Feng Qiqi gritted her teeth and grabbed Feng Cang's hand tightly.
"Fine! I'll make it up to you! It's all yours! Everything that I have is yours! "
Even at this time, this couple was still affectionately speaking such words that made people blush. Not to mention the young servant girls, even the old nannies felt that this was a bit too mushy.
In the room, due to the pain, Feng Qiqi had lost track of time. Outside the room, the sun was slowly rising, and it was already noon.
"What's going on? Why isn't he born yet?" Dongfang Lan, who was calm a moment ago, was completely flustered. Could it be that she was having a difficult labor? If it was a difficult labor, wouldn't they be in big trouble?
"Amitabha. Bodhisattva, please watch over us!" Dongfang Lan prayed as she twirled the prayer beads in her hand. Please don't let anything happen to Feng Qiqi. Both mother and child must be safe!
Even though Wan Yanjie did not know how dangerous Feng Qiqi's labor was, he followed Dongfang Lan's example and prayed when he saw the frowns on the adults' faces. "Bodhisattva, please watch over us. If little brother comes out soon, I'll confer him the title of King Pingdong! I'll even build a huge palace for him! "
Wan Yanjie's grown-up demeanor made the atmosphere a little more tense. Dongfang Lan stroked Wan Yanjie's head and glanced at Tingsong Tower.
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