The midwife and Yan Xinyue both looked at Pei Zhi, waiting for her to make a decision.

Pei Zhi slowly picked up the teacup. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Pei Zhi advised Yan Xinyue: "You are the principal wife, so you should be the one to make the decisions."

Inside the room, Consort Zhong's screams continued, and Yan Xinyue felt a little hesitant.

As Yan Xinyue thought, she hoped to save the baby.

The princess has already told her that once the child is born, she can raise it.

Having a child gives her some hope for the future.

Yan Xinyue was also worried. Consort Zhong was, after all, a daughter of the Zhong family. If she protected the child, what if the Empress blamed her?

Yan Xinyue gritted her teeth again; after all, she was barefoot now and had nothing to fear.

At least she protected His Majesty's grandchildren, so even if the Empress wanted to blame her, she wouldn't have a reason to.

"If it comes to that, save the baby."

Yan Xinyue said firmly, "The concubine is carrying the Fifth Prince's posthumous child, His Majesty's grandchild. The child must be protected."

Yan Xinyue was telling the midwife, but she was also telling herself.

Pei Zhi came here to discuss what to do with the child.

Now that the problem was solved, Pei Zhi was too lazy to listen to the woman's painful wails.

"I'm a little tired. After I give birth, send someone to the princess's residence to let her know."

Yan Xinyue suddenly stood up and knelt in front of Pei Zhi.

"Thank you for your great kindness, Princess."

Pei Zhi looked down at Yan Xinyue, then simply shook her head with a light laugh.

When people are stupid to a certain extent, it's actually not so bad.