Chapter 683 The Birth of Little Dumpling
Hearing the noise coming from outside, Mu Qing knew that the situation was not good. He couldn't help but become more nervous, but he forced himself to regain a bit of calm from the panic.
Now in this room, he is the only person Xin'er can rely on.
The other people in the room naturally heard the noise outside. Fortunately, they were either elderly people from the Du family or people carefully selected by Zhao Yunxuan. They were of very high quality and order was restored after a brief panic.
Yin Li and others were guarding the door, while Mu Qing stood by the bed, holding his wife's hand tightly, giving her the only comfort in her pain.
Hu Xin'er couldn't notice the subtle change in Mu Qing's expression because all her other senses had been numbed by the pain.
The pain was so severe, like being split in half alive. She couldn't think of anything else and could only rely on instinct to follow the midwife's instructions.
"Breathe out... breathe in... yes, just push harder, and the baby will be born soon!"
She didn't know how long it took before she felt something in her stomach slowly falling. A vague premonition told her that this long torture was finally coming to an end.
Mu Qing's arm had been bruised by her, and his palm was bleeding from being bitten by her at some point.
"It's born! It's born! It's a big fat boy!" The midwife said in surprise, her arms trembling slightly.
Naturally, she also heard the sound of fighting outside.
Hu Xin'er's mind was still in a blank state. She was almost exhausted and could only instinctively mutter, "Child... Let me see the child..."
Although the pain disappeared, the physical discomfort was still extremely severe. She felt as if her internal organs were dislocated because of giving birth.
The child wrapped in the swaddle looks wrinkled, but in Hu Xiner's eyes, he is the cutest angel in the world.
"Is this my child?" she thought vaguely, "I can't even tell what he looks like..."
The child moved slightly, opened his mouth and cried loudly.
This cry seemed to block all the coldness from the snowy night, as well as the physical discomfort and mental torment for Hu Xiner.
An inexplicable feeling of happiness slowly rose from her heart. She felt as if there was an inexplicable bond between herself and the child, which even relieved her physical discomfort.
But soon her vision went dark and she fell into a deep sleep.
"Xin'er! Xin'er!" Mu Qing was shocked when he saw this. His forehead was covered with sweat and his expression was extremely nervous.
The midwife comforted him, "Don't worry, young master. Your wife is simply too weak after giving birth, so she fell asleep. Sleeping now will help her recover her energy, so she's fine."
Mu Qing calmed himself down and took Hu Xiner's pulse himself.
I heard the doctor say, "Madam seems to have been frightened during her pregnancy, and her body was damaged several times. Although she was promptly treated with miraculous medicine, it still took some toll on her body. Therefore, she is weaker than an average person after giving birth. This is normal. As long as she takes good care of herself, she will be fine."
After taking the patient's pulse, Mu Qing found that it was just as the doctor said. The tense nerves in his heart relaxed, and his legs went weak, and he fell to the ground.
"Is the young master okay?" The servants were also a little surprised when they saw this.
Mu Qing shook his head and stood up from the ground after a while. He personally wiped the sweat off Hu Xiner's head, and after instructing the servants to take good care of Hu Xiner, he looked at the baby in the cradle.
The child was still crying, and looked very energetic.
The midwife praised him, "It's strange to say, although the lady's body has been damaged, the child is not hurt at all. Even in my opinion, her spirit is one of the best."
Mu Qing took a few steps forward, wanting to reach out and hug the child but not daring to. In the end, he just smiled and said, "He follows his mother."
"Can you give it a name?" the midwife asked with a smile.
Perhaps because he was in a good mood, Mu Qing, who usually didn't like interacting with people, felt that everyone was very attractive to him.
Especially those who came forward to say auspicious words, he found them very pleasing to the eye.
He smiled and said, "My wife and I gave him a nickname, Little Tuanzi."
The midwife and others also laughed. After staying in the carriage for so many days, they also interacted with Mu Qing and others, and they knew that this was their future master's family.
Originally, they were worried that Mu Qing would make things difficult for them during the delivery, but they didn't expect that he would change his previous silent and cold personality and actually start chatting with them.
What kind of joy would melt the iceberg? Everyone present was also infected, saying, "Little Dumpling? What a good name! The child is round and chubby, isn't he just like a dough ball?"
"Hahaha, he's a little kid now, but he'll grow into a big kid in a few days. I think he's going to be strong!"
Under the guidance of the midwife, Mu Qing finally held the child carefully in his arms. His hands were stiff and he dared not move, but strangely enough, the child stopped crying after being in his hands.
Everyone was amazed, but he just stared at the child, not daring to move.
After an unknown amount of time, the little girl pouted.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Mu Qing's forehead, fearing that he had made the little girl cry.
But unexpectedly, he fell asleep directly.
The battle outside the gate was nearing its end. The villagers had escaped and were expressing their gratitude to the officers and soldiers.
The next step is to clean up the battlefield and then take a rest.
Yin Li walked in impatiently: "Is the baby born? How is Xin'er?"
He wanted to move closer, but was met with Mu Qing's disdainful gaze. He couldn't help but feel unhappy: "I'm fighting outside, and you're holding a child inside. Not only do you not thank me, but you also won't let me see Xin'er?"
Mu Qing said in great surprise, "This isn't your child."
Yin Li was speechless and angry: "It's just an ugly little dumpling, is it worth you cherishing it like this?"
"You!" Mu Qing is now much more tolerant than before. If Yin Li targets him, he might not care.
However, how could he tolerate Yin Li daring to target him and Xin'er's child?
"Amitabha, stop arguing." Zhao Yunxuan hung his blood-stained robe aside and walked over slowly.
Although he had just emerged from a fierce battle, he still had a warm look on his face, especially when he looked at the child, his eyes were so gentle that they seemed to ooze water.
If it weren't for the compassion and solemnity hidden in his expression, a less sentimental person would have thought this was his child.
"Why..." Yin Li couldn't stand his behavior the most. Just as she was about to confront him, she heard Zhao Yunxuan mumbling something, as if he was reciting Buddhist scriptures.
He was chanting sutras and praying for Hu Xiner and the child.
As the scriptures were recited, the frown on Hu Xin'er's face while she was sleeping completely relaxed.
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