Wen Heming gave birth on a night.
Perhaps it was some kind of intuition, but she suddenly woke up from her dream and was noticed by His Majesty the Emperor, who was also a light sleeper.
"What's wrong?" Xie Lang noticed the beads of sweat on her forehead and immediately snapped out of his daze. "Summon the imperial physician!"
As he spoke, he picked up Wen Hemian and went to the delivery room that had been prepared in advance.
As the delivery approached, the necessary physicians and midwives were waiting nearby. Lai Xi, who was guarding outside, heard the commotion and quickly went to fetch them.
For convenience, the caregivers were mostly replaced by female doctors who were given official positions and kept in the Imperial Hospital. The number of people on night duty outside the palace was also increased significantly, so there would be no panic.
The imperial physician took her pulse and said, "It should still be a while. Your Majesty should eat something first to prevent losing strength halfway through."
The pain was still within a tolerable range. Wen Hemian had studied the treatment beforehand, so she wasn't too nervous. Following the imperial physician's advice, she ate something to replenish her energy.
Xie Lang was holding her, extremely nervous. He wanted to ask her something, but he was afraid of disturbing her, so he could only purse his lips and remain silent, which frightened the others standing by so much that they dared not utter a sound either.
Wen Hemian squeezed his arm, her voice unsteady: "...Don't worry, I'm fine."
But how could I not worry?
The waiting process was long, and when the pain finally started, Wen Hemian became completely disoriented.
Seeing this, one of the midwives quickly stepped forward to advise, "Your Majesty, you are the supreme ruler, it is not appropriate for you to remain here, what do you think..."
"I want to stay." Xie Lang's eyes were slightly red. He carefully put Wen Hemian down, stepped aside, and held her hand. "I want to stay and keep the Empress company."
The midwife wanted to persuade her further, but the imperial physician next to her pulled her back and she quickly shut up.
The group got busy.
Xie Lang held her hand, not daring to squeeze too hard or too lightly, afraid of hurting her, and also afraid of letting her go.
Looking at Wen Hemian's pale and pained face, he suddenly felt a pang of resentment. Why couldn't he help her bear this burden?
Perhaps it was truly divine intervention; the instant this thought crossed his mind, a faint electric current seemed to travel through his clasped hands, followed by an increasingly intense pain.
The lingering stench of blood filled his nostrils. Despite the excruciating pain, he raised his eyes to look at Wen Heming, and suddenly it dawned on him…
After a long while, the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, and the loud cry of a baby rang out from inside the room.
The person who had been busy all night finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! It's a little princess!"
Xie Lang was drenched in cold sweat, and the pain seemed to still linger, allowing him to empathize with Wen Hemian's current situation.
He carefully lowered Wen Heming's hand, gazed at her face for a while, and almost stumbled when he stood up.
"Take Princess Xihe away first," he said hoarsely. "Go and collect your reward, and then instruct the imperial kitchen to prepare some nourishing food."
Xihe, one of the titles Xie Lang had prepared in advance, means "sun," which gives you an idea of how much favor this little princess will receive in the future.
Everyone beamed with joy: "Thank you for your generous gift, Your Majesty!"
The hall was cleaned inside and out again, but the smell of blood lingered for a long time. Xie Lang suddenly felt dizzy and stopped forcing himself, kneeling in front of Wen Hemian's bed.
Perhaps due to that sudden synesthesia, Wen Hemian didn't utter a sound throughout the entire process. She fell into a deep sleep immediately after giving birth, but her complexion visibly became rosy, and she looked much better than before.
It's easy to guess who's behind this.
Xie Lang knew pain, but he never expected it to be this painful.
He had seen so much blood, but none was more glaring than the blood of childbirth, chilling to the bone and making one feel as if they were about to lose that person.
In any case, he will remember this pain.
This child is his and Wen Heming's only child.
...
Wen Heming had a dream.
I dreamt of her modern life, which she had long since left behind.
High-rise buildings stand tall, and traffic flows freely.
She floated in mid-air as a soul, observing everything from the perspective of a passerby.
But wasn't she in Dazhao just now?
"Huh?"
A small ball of light flashed past, making a puzzled sound, then jumped up excitedly: "Wow, it seems you've already triggered the blind box!"
"System?" Wen Hemian reached out and touched the small ball of light. It felt fluffy, similar to petting a kitten, but softer. "How did I get here?"
She has no relatives in the modern world, and all the people she cares about are in Da Zhao. If another blunder occurs, who knows how crazy Xie Lang will go.
"I told you, it's a blind box."
The system explained: "You and Xie Lang are closely connected, so when he is willing and his will is strong enough, he can help you bear half of the pain. If I'm not mistaken, you two should have a child?"
"Yes." Wen Hemian frowned slightly. "Will this have any impact on him?"
"No, it's just pain transfer." The system ball of light bounced twice in her palm and chuckled. "After all, you've been my host for many years. Even if I'm no longer in that world, you should still live a good life."
"Are you this nice to every host?" Wen Hemian asked with a smile. "Then you really are a great system."
The system chuckled.
A moment later, it gently bumped into Wen Hemian, this time with a bit of force: "Alright, Xie Lang is looking for you, go back."
Wen Hemian's vision blurred, and she fell into that chaotic state once again.
When the light returned, the world seemed to suddenly become bright.
Someone gripped her hand tightly, their voice filled with joy: "Hanshuang, you're awake?"
What came into view was Xie Lang's slightly haggard face, with red eyes and dark circles under his eyes.
Wen Heming lowered her eyebrows slightly and subconsciously reached out to touch his eyes: "Have you been crying? Does it hurt?"
She vaguely remembered hearing sobbing when she was in a daze, but she didn't know if it was just her imagination.
“It doesn’t hurt, you’re in more pain than me.” Xie Lang answered her next question first, a low sob coming from his throat, and he rubbed his hand affectionately. “I’m scared.”
So I cried.
Wen Hemian sighed and didn't bring up the topic again, instead saying, "I'm hungry, is there anything to eat?"
It's unclear how long she's been unconscious. It's dark outside, but her stomach is empty and she's starving. Her lips are moist, which means Xie Lang must have fed her water while she was asleep.
Xie Lang quickly told the people guarding outside to bring food from the small kitchen, and took advantage of the break to bring the child in so that Wen Hemian could see him.
The little one was fast asleep, fair and tender, a soft little bundle, happily smacking his lips in his sleep with his little fists clenched.
Xie Lang held her steadily without disturbing her.
Wen Hemian's heart softened as she watched, and she couldn't bear to disturb her. She lowered her voice and asked, "What's your daughter's name?"
Xie Lang blurted out, "Ying, A-Ying."
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