After a long and arduous journey, Prince Zhi told a lie to Lady Jueluo, claiming that he was going to contact some old acquaintances. He then took a few trusted confidants to Fengtai Village because Baoyue was about to give birth.

Prince Zhi had already arranged for the midwives to stay at the estate; they were all his trusted confidants, and they would never leak the news without his permission.

The cries of women echoed from the delivery room. Maids carried in steaming basins of water and out basins of bloody water.

When Prince Zhi arrived, Baoyue had already had an attack.

"Your Highness, you must not go in. The birthing room is a defiled place, and you are the son of the Son of Heaven. You should avoid it," a steward-like man advised.

"The princess has been in power for quite some time now, but we're still too late," Prince Zhi said apologetically. He had been busy with palace affairs and discussing the succession struggle with the Jue Luo clan these past few days, and hadn't had time to attend to this matter.

"It's been over an hour since she started laboring. This is the princess's first pregnancy, so it'll be a bit difficult for her to give birth," the steward said.

"We still need a midwife!" Upon hearing the screams from inside, Prince Zhi began to feel anxious. He had fallen in love with the woman inside at first sight. Apart from Lady Jue Luo, Prince Zhi had never cared for a woman so much.

"Don't worry, sir, they are all experienced midwives selected from the banners," the steward quickly replied.

Unfortunately, Baoyue struggled to give birth for a long time, the pain so intense she felt like dying immediately. She never imagined childbirth could be so painful. Actually, Baoyue was a woman from the grasslands, usually very active, so childbirth shouldn't have been this difficult. However, lately she had been preoccupied with restoring her throne, and the infrequent visits from Prince Zhi had caused her emotional distress, resulting in an unnatural baby position.

Prince Zhi had been standing outside the delivery room for almost an hour, but the baby still hadn't been born.

"Summon one of the midwives from inside. I need to ask her what's going on," Prince Zhi said anxiously, finally unable to wait any longer.

The steward then grabbed a maid who was carrying bloody fluid and made her go in to call out a midwife.

"How is the princess?" Prince Zhi grabbed the midwife's wrist and pulled hard, making her scream in pain.

"Ouch, ouch, my hand!" The midwife, a woman in her thirties, couldn't bear the pain from the Prince and winced in pain.

"Speak quickly, or I'll chop off your hand." Prince Zhi didn't care whether she was in pain or not.

"The princess is having a difficult labor. We servants are using some methods to help the baby turn in the right position. Once the baby is in the correct position, it will be born naturally," the midwife said, enduring the sharp pain in her wrist.

"You all need to think of something quickly, otherwise the princess's life may be in danger if things continue like this. If anything happens to the princess and the child, none of you will leave alive." Prince Zhi was also furious at this point.

"Yes, yes, this servant will do her best. Please let this servant in, Your Highness." The midwife was in so much pain that she could barely breathe.

Prince Zhi snorted angrily and shoved the midwife's hand away. The midwife, clutching her wrist, hurriedly went back into the delivery room.

Seeing that Baoyue was running out of strength, the two midwives quickly pressed the prepared ginseng slices under her tongue. Zhuoma and Jinyang, watching Baoyue's excessively pale face, both clasped their hands together and knelt on the ground, praying to heaven.

The midwives began to use their skills. One midwife placed her hands on Baoyue's belly and massaged her, presumably trying to push the baby into the correct delivery position.

Baoyue lay on the bed, her face covered in sweat, her mind almost scattered. Suddenly, she remembered her tribe far away on the grassland.

"Princess, the baby in your belly has returned to its place. Please push and give birth to him," the midwife said hurriedly.

When Baoyue heard the midwife's voice, she tried to push, but she felt that she had used up all her strength and had no strength left to give birth.

“Princess, please exert yourself! Think about it, you haven’t avenged the Great Khan yet, don’t sleep like this!” Zhuoma jumped up and whispered in Baoyue’s ear.

“Yes, Princess, please wake up! The baby in your belly is waiting to call you Mother,” Jin Yang said immediately.

Baoyue finally regained her will after everyone called out to her, and the midwife fed her some ginseng soup.

After drinking the ginseng soup, Baoyue felt that she had regained some strength, and gradually she began to exert herself.

Prince Zhi stood outside the delivery room and heard the urgent cries coming from inside again.

He looked up at the sky, which was overcast and looked like it was about to snow. These days, he had Consort Hui move around the palace, spending money in various places, and even getting involved with the palace maids around Kangxi, all in order to accurately grasp Kangxi's movements.

On the Jueluo side, apart from her maternal family, officials and advisors who were on good terms with Prince Zhi, as well as those who supported Prince Zhi, were all in private contact.

"She's given birth! She's given birth!" the midwife suddenly shouted.

Prince Zhi snapped out of his reverie and saw the door being pushed open. The midwife was holding a red package, revealing a pink, chubby little thing inside.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! The princess has given birth to a prince!" The midwife was clearly even happier than Baoyue, as it meant her life was saved and she would receive a reward.

Prince Zhi was overjoyed, finally having a son. He took the baby from the midwife and looked at his first son.

"She's really beautiful, she looks just like Baoyue," Prince Zhi said happily.

Prince Zhi strode into the delivery room carrying his son, ignoring the midwife's attempts to stop him. There, Baoyue lay exhausted, two maids feeding her ginseng soup.

“Baoyue, look, our son looks just like you.” Prince Zhi held the child and sat down on the delivery bed where Baoyue was giving birth.

"Take a look at me quickly," Bao Yue said weakly to Prince Zhi.

Prince Zhi placed the child next to Baoyue so she could see him. Baoyue looked at the child, her heart filled with emotion, and suddenly tears streamed down her face. She said, "Your Highness, from now on, Baoyue and the child will depend on you."

"Baoyue, don't worry, I will never let you and the child suffer any injustice," Prince Zhi said confidently.

"Then what will you do with us, Master? Will we just stay here like this forever?" Baoyue asked.

Prince Zhi was taken aback. He hadn't told Lady Gioro at all, let alone Emperor Kangxi. Actually, he could easily take another concubine, and Lady Gioro wouldn't object. The key issue was what to do with Emperor Kangxi. After all, Baoyue had once been one of Emperor Kangxi's favorite concubines.

“Baoyue, I will give you a proper title, but not now,” Prince Zhi said after thinking for a moment.

"Why?" Baoyue stared at Prince Zhi and asked.