Everyone says the Thirteenth Prince is dashing, handsome, skilled in both literature and martial arts, and the dream lover of countless young ladies. But when it comes to Zhaojia Heyue, she dismiss...
Seeing Heyue screaming in pain and losing consciousness, Shisan felt the pain as if it were his own. His lips trembled violently, and he held Heyue's hand tightly, his eyes red.
"Heyue, how are you? Don't worry, I'm here with you..."
Yiergenjueluo was speechless. Is the delivery room a place for men to enter? This son-in-law is really confused.
Seeing that he was not in a good mood and was focused on his daughter, Irgen Gioro quickly ordered someone to kick him out. Thirteen was carried out and turned to look at Heyue's pale face. Even after being driven outside, he still clung to the door with both hands, looking at the scene inside, but could not see anything except a series of swaying figures.
Basins of bloody water were brought out one after another. Thirteen was terrified. He tried to rush in several times, but was stopped each time. Hearing the increasingly painful screams, his heart ached.
Li Shun'er kept trying to persuade him, but Thirteen wouldn't listen to a word. His heart was clenched by He Yue's shouts, and he paced back and forth outside the house, his hands clenched tightly.
Although the Jiangnan region wasn't as bitterly cold as the capital, the air in the courtyard was still a bit chilly, but Thirteen didn't feel it at all; he was burning with anxiety.
Three hours later, a loud baby's cry rang out. Thirteen's tense face suddenly relaxed, and he almost collapsed to the ground, only to be barely supported by Li Shun'er.
He pushed the door open and barged in. This time, no one stopped him, and Thirteen entered smoothly.
Holding a swaddled baby, Irgen Gioro looked down at the child with a contented smile.
Upon seeing Thirteen, the midwife immediately smiled and congratulated him: "Congratulations, Master Jin! Congratulations, Master Jin, it's a boy!"
Thirteen didn't even glance at the child in Irgen Gioro's arms. He rushed like an arrow to Heyue, who looked as if she had been washed by water, and held her hand tightly, kissing it repeatedly: "Heyue, Heyue..."
Besides this name, Thirteen didn't know what else to say, feeling grateful and fortunate.