The midwife looked at Xueying suspiciously and asked her, "Does the concubine know how to induce labor?"

Xueying shook her head.

"Since you don't know, how does Consort Xueying plan to help?" The midwife was clearly surprised by Xueying's thoughts at this moment.

One basin after another of bloody water was brought out of the delivery room. Mingyu's painful groans mingled with the calls of the midwives, making Hongli increasingly agitated. He paced back and forth, finally looking at Xueying.

His eyes held doubt and anxiety. Xueying understood what Hongli meant: he thought that since she wasn't a midwife, she wouldn't be able to help even if she went in.

Xueying sighed inwardly and gave Hongli a comforting look.

Hongli had an exceptional understanding with her and naturally understood Xueying's meaning: she was reassuring him and entrusting everything to her.

"Do you really have a way to save both the adults and the children?" But in the current situation, even Hongli dared not take it lightly.

Xueying nodded firmly: "Your Highness, please rest assured, both the child and the principal wife will be fine."

Hongli stared at Xueying, as if weighing something.

Upon hearing Xueying's words, Madam Gao immediately said, "Consort, childbirth is no joke. The principal wife is having a difficult labor, and even the midwife can't help. What can you do, since you've never given birth before? You shouldn't go in and cause trouble!" Her words implied that she didn't trust Xueying at all and thought that she would only cause trouble for the midwife if she went in.

Xueying ignored Gao's words and looked directly at Hongli, saying heavily, "Your Highness, the First Princess is in great danger. If I don't go in soon, I'm afraid neither she nor the child will survive."

Upon hearing this, the midwife nodded vigorously.

Hongli was anxious, but he knew he couldn't panic after this. He made a quick decision: "Alright, go in and try. I'll go to the palace right away and ask someone to come."

Xueying nodded and followed the midwife into the delivery room.

Hongli watched Xueying go inside. As Xueying turned to close the door, their eyes met, and she slowly nodded before closing the door behind her. Hongli took a deep breath and immediately dispatched his men to the palace to fetch the imperial physician.

The delivery room was filled with a strong smell of blood. Xueying pressed a handkerchief to her nose and walked toward Mingyu, who was in the midst of a difficult labor.

Mingyu's forehead was covered in beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and her hair was completely soaked. She cried out repeatedly, her voice sometimes strong and sometimes weak. She had to stop and gasp for breath after only a couple of cries, and her personal maid would put ginseng slices in her mouth so that she would have the strength to continue giving birth.

"Sister, I've come to see you." Xueying frowned, slowly approaching the bedside. She had a maid hand her a slice of ginseng, which she picked up and stuffed into Mingyu's open mouth, which was screaming in pain.

When Mingyu saw her come in, her eyes blazed with anger: "Who... let you in!"

Xueying smiled and said, "Sister, you are in a very important period right now. It's best not to worry about these things and focus on giving birth to the prince."

Mingyu raised her hand, intending to do something, but the next moment, she screamed in pain and couldn't lift her hand back up.

"This is terrible! The First Wife is bleeding uncontrollably. If she really can't give birth, then..."

"Fool, shut your mouth and do your job properly." Xueying's long eyebrows furrowed, and she glanced coldly at the midwives. The midwives were so frightened by her that they didn't dare to lift their heads, and their voices calling for Mingyu to push louder.

Xueying leaned close to Mingyu's ear with satisfaction, her voice as cold as a venomous snake: "Sister, if you die, I will definitely raise the prince. How do you think I will treat him then?"

“If you and my brother were to die, I would be more than happy to see you die.”

"You..." Mingyu stared at Xueying with wide eyes, her heart filled with fierce determination.

"Wah..." With a painful cry from Mingyu, the midwives picked up the newborn baby and laughed.