Chu Yan's eyes were bloodshot, "Let him in!"

He snapped.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Ling hurried over with Zhong Wu and Zhong Liu.

"What happened? Chu Yan, is something wrong with Yue'er?"

Bang!

He had just arrived and hadn't finished speaking when Chu Yan punched him in the face, knocking half of his face to the side.

"Chu Yan, are you crazy?"

Feng Ling spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes instantly became fierce.

These days, the two of them maintained a certain tacit understanding. Knowing that Qingyue was pregnant, they did not fight in private. They both wanted to wait for her to give birth to the child and make sure Qingyue was fine.

Therefore, as soon as there was any movement in the villa, Feng Ling immediately received the news and rushed over.

He wanted to fight back, but only heard a scream from inside the room.

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

"Basic fetal position..."

Intermittent cries of fear came from the house, and basin after basin of blood was brought out by the maid.

Outside the house, Feng Ling's face turned pale in an instant, and he finally realized what had happened.

Qing Leishan was unable to react at this time. His eldest son was missing and his youngest daughter's life or death was uncertain. He even forgot to greet Feng Ling when he saw her.

"Seven months, isn't it only seven months? Why is she giving birth now? What happened? How did you take care of her?"

Feng Ling suddenly grabbed Chu Yan's lapel, his breathing became heavy, and he asked harshly.

His hands were shaking. He knew that Yue'er had lost some of her memories after learning the truth. The child was Chu Yan's. It wasn't that he wasn't sad, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, but compared to Yue'er, these were really nothing. Yue'er wouldn't let him get close, so he stayed away, waiting for the child to land and Yue'er to be safe.

But she’s only been pregnant for seven months, how can she give birth?

Chu Yan endured it with all his might, but the murderous intent in his eyes was almost uncontrollable.

He shook off Feng Ling's hand and spoke with murderous intent, "Feng Ling, listen carefully. If Yue'er is safe today, you and I will be brothers. If she is in trouble, we will fight to the death!"

"You said what I wanted to say! Chu Yan, you are not the only one who is deeply in love with Yue'er. I am not fighting, but I am waiting, waiting for her to come out, waiting for her to let go, waiting for her to save her life. I haven't appeared in front of you these days. Do you think I have lost to you? You are wrong. I will admit defeat to only that one person."

Feng Ling said coldly.

"You got her pregnant and made her give birth seven months early. If anything happens to her, I will make sure you are buried with her!"

Violence and murderous intent gathered together.

This was the second time they had a real falling out.

The situation was tense, with a tense atmosphere and intermittent screams.

"My two princes, please stop arguing. I'm sure the moon won't want to see you like this."

Qing Leishan came to his senses and tried to comfort him. General Tiexue was hunched over at the moment, and if Qing Er hadn't been supporting him, he would have been unable to stand.

Qing Er rushed over quickly when he received the news. He knew what had happened at a glance. The young man who used to be so lively and energetic was now silent. He just stared at the closed door, as if he could see through the door and see his little sister who was experiencing life and death.

His younger sister had died once, and his Pingyang had also left him. He told himself to become strong, only in this way could he protect the people around him, but at this moment he still felt powerless.

If something happened to his younger sister, he didn't know what would become of him, nor did he know what would become of the Qing family.

As Qing Leishan finished speaking, Chu Yan and Feng Ling stopped what they were doing, suppressed all their emotions, and stared at the door in front of them.

But the quieter it is, the more uneasy it makes people feel.

The midwife never came out, the imperial physician went in and never came out, and Rong Wan...

"Mom...it hurts..."

Qingyue was a girl who could endure pain, but at this moment she was in so much pain that she burst into tears and almost suffocated.

The hourglass was ticking away, the sky was getting dark, and everyone was waiting anxiously.

In the courtyard, the two princes' eyes were bloodshot.

"Yue'er, you have always been a strong child. You must hold on! Mother is here with you, don't give up!"

Rong Wan's clothes were soaked, and she kept holding Qing Yue's hand to cheer her up and encourage her.

Qing Yue didn't want to give up. She opened her eyes and looked at the gauze curtain above her head. She would never fall down here because her elder brother was still missing. She had to give birth to a child quickly. She was the one with the best chance of finding her elder brother, and that person had always been looking for her.

If she fell, would her eldest brother be able to come back? Would her parents and second brother still be alive and well?

"The fetus is in the correct position. Princess, follow me and push harder. I can see the little prince's head..."

The midwife finally straightened the baby's position and she shouted excitedly.

Qing Yue was already exhausted, but at this moment, she didn't know where the strength came from. She exerted force suddenly, and felt her stomach lighten. The child left her body...

Born.

"It's the young master... Why isn't the child crying? Why isn't he crying?"

The midwife's shouts of surprise and fear were intertwined.

Qing Yue was exhausted and was about to fall asleep, but she raised her eyes at the midwife's scream.

It was a stillbirth.

But why does my heart feel like it's being pricked by needles?

She struggled to open her eyes, and saw a wrinkled baby, his body purple and pitifully small, who looked like he wasn't breathing at all. The midwife didn't dare to use too much force and gently patted the soles of his feet, but the child didn't move, not even a cry. He was a dead baby.

Rong Wan couldn't bear it anymore and turned her face away.

They all knew that the child was poisoned by a Gu and was bearing the poison for Yue'er.

The midwife's face turned pale with fear. If the young master really couldn't survive, she was afraid that she would die today as well.

"Give me!"

Qing Yue stood up with great effort and said in a hoarse voice.

The midwife's hands were shaking as she nervously handed the fetus to Qingyue.

Such a small child, he could be held in two hands. He was wrinkled and looked so ugly, with his eyes closed and not breathing.

At this moment, Qing Yue was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe.

She thought she didn't love the child, but the moment she saw the child, she felt so sad that she wanted to cry.

This is her child...

It was the child she conceived, and she loved it.

The next moment, she pressed the acupuncture points on the child's heart, again and again, trying to help him breathe again.

Tears fell unconsciously, dripping onto the child's chest.

Baby, can you open your eyes and look at your mother...

Once, once, and again.

The child never opened his eyes or cried out.

Inside the room, there was only the sound of suppressed crying.

"Silver needle!"