Lady Jing'an felt a pang of sadness. She took her hand and wiped her sweat, saying, "Good child... Lin'er, don't be afraid, Mother is here."

"Mother, it hurts..."

Fu Hanlai had obviously heard Jiang Xuelin's tearful voice, and his crying grew even louder, almost lifting the entire roof off.

"Jiang Xuelin... let's not have any more children..."

Jiang Xuelin, who was originally feeling wronged, was speechless.

"Fu Ashou, get out of here—"

Lady Jing'an: "..."

Now I understand why Princess Ping had that expression when she came over.

Fu Hanlai hugged the pillar and shook his head repeatedly, his face covered in tears and snot.

How can one person bleed so much...?

How could there be so much blood...?

I'm not having any more children, never again.

He didn't know how much time had passed. Because it was her first pregnancy and she had twins, Jiang Xuelin's delivery was naturally slower. It wasn't until almost midnight that Fu Hanlai felt like his soul was about to leave him. In a daze, he finally heard a loud cry.

Soon, a crying baby was carried out by the nanny in a swaddle, and as soon as she stepped outside, she went to find Fu Han to share the good news.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! Your Highness's wife has given birth to a baby prince!"

Fu Hanlai didn't speak, but just stared intently at the door that opened and closed. The nanny had no choice but to take the child to Princess Ping, who was walking quickly to the door, before taking the child back inside.

Princess Ping breathed a sigh of relief; the first one was born, and the second one would be soon.

Just after midnight, a scream was followed by another cry.

"Congratulations, Your Highness! Your Highness, the Princess Consort has given birth to another little princess!"

Twins!

This is an auspicious sign!

"Where is the Crown Princess?" Fu Han looked at the daughter he brought out. She hadn't had a drop of water all day and looked extremely weak. In the eyes of the nanny, she looked even worse than Jiang Xuelin, who had just given birth.

"The Princess Consort is tired. The servants are tidying up. The Prince can come later..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Hanlai, supporting himself with his weak hands and feet, went inside.

He didn't dare to get close, only watching the disheveled Jiang Xuelin from the doorway.

Jiang Xuelin's hair was soaked with sweat, and her face was very pale, but her eyes were still bright, though they looked a little tired.

Fu Hanlai stared at her blankly. Jiang Xuelin, who had just finished drinking the ginseng soup, also saw him and gave him a disgruntled glance. She was too tired to say anything.

The next moment, Fu Hanlai, who had persevered until now, finally relaxed and lay down.

Lady Jing'an, who was helping her daughter tidy up, was startled by the scene, but Jiang Xuelin remained calm.

"Someone, take him away."