Ultimately, it was because Consort Chun's status was too low. Even Chen Yuwei dared not hope for such a thing, so how could Su Jingtong, who came from the same background, possibly hope for it?
However, Su Jingtong was even less able to see herself clearly than Chen Yuwei. This person's ambition was on the same level as Jin Xiangling's. The two of them were like the eldest brother and second eldest brother, and they left no room for maneuver when they started to use their methods.
Just a door separates the two atmospheres inside and outside the room.
Jin Xiangling lay on the delivery bed, the pungent smell of blood lingering around her nose.
The smell was so strong that Jin Xiangling almost vomited, but she had to force herself to endure it for the sake of production.
"Your Majesty, hang in there, you're almost there..."
Jin Xiangling could only hear the indistinct voice of the midwife. She gritted her teeth and frowned, realizing that she had no strength left in her body.
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Giving birth is still too difficult. Jin Xiangling even felt that her thoughts were not here, but had drifted away and flown to who knows where.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, you can't sleep. The little prince in your womb is waiting for you."
When the midwife saw that Jin Xiangling looked unwell, she was so frightened that she rushed to Jin Xiangling's side and shouted loudly.
There's no way around it; there are many taboos during childbirth.
For women in labor, fainting is especially detrimental to childbirth.
Forcing her eyes open, Jin Xiangling turned her head to meet the midwife's deeply lined face.
"Give birth, give birth quickly, the little prince, the little prince must be saved."
What has sustained Jin Xiangling to this day is the male fetus she is carrying.
Little prince, it's not just her who's looking forward to it, the Jin family is looking forward to it too.
Suddenly, a surge of strength welled up within her, and Jin Xiangling gritted her teeth, working hard to produce more.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Childbirth isn't something you can just decide to do; there are other factors involved.
Jin Xiangling, at least, hit a wall here. Even though she gritted her teeth and persevered, there was still no movement in her abdomen, and she didn't feel as uncomfortable in her lower body as before.
Feeling flustered and timid, Jin Xiangling had sacrificed so much for this child, and she simply couldn't accept the possibility that something had happened to him.
He held the midwife's wrist tightly, not letting go easily even when he was gripping it tightly.
Jin Xiangling pressed, "What exactly happened? Where's the labor-inducing soup? Bring it to me quickly."
The midwife trembled at Jin Xiangling's voice, her expression terrified. "Your Majesty, drinking the labor-inducing soup will ruin your health."
Normally, people won't drink labor-inducing soup unless it's absolutely necessary.
Jin Xiangling reprimanded him sternly, but because of her weak health, her words lacked their previous authority.
Regardless of what the midwife might think after hearing this, Jin Xiangling simply asked her to bring over the labor-inducing soup.
At this point, there's no time to worry about what will happen next; the priority is to protect the child in her womb.
The midwife responded with two sighs, told the others to watch over Jin Xiangling, and then turned and ran towards the door.
"What's all the fuss about? How are Consort Jia and the young prince?"
Before she could even take a few steps out the door, the midwife was summoned by the empress who was left behind.
With her blood-stained hands spread out, the midwife bowed and explained Jin Xiangling's condition.
Fucha Jinyi remained calm. "A labor-inducing soup? Consort Jia wants to drink it?"
The midwife nodded, "Your Majesty, Consort Jia has been unable to give birth to the little prince. She needs to drink this labor-inducing soup sooner or later."
The baby was developing so well in the womb that its head was too big to come out.
Even if Consort Jia doesn't speak up right now, the midwife will still give her a proper reminder for the sake of Consort Jia and the young prince's lives.
Fucha Jinyi never expected that Consort Jia would give birth prematurely and with such bad luck.
I have to say, this is really great.
"Oh, if that's the case, then hurry up and prepare. The safety of Consort Jia and the unborn child is in your hands."
The implication is that if even the slightest thing goes wrong, the consequences are predictable.
The midwife was sweating profusely, but she was an old hand selected by the Imperial Household Department and knew the rules of the palace well.
The midwife nodded and turned to run, much faster than before.
Seeing this, Fucha Jinyi curled the corners of her mouth, thinking to herself that it was good to have such a servant, at least she could understand what she was saying.
"Ugh, ugh, ugh..."
Suddenly turning around, Fucha Jinyi looked at Consort Chun behind her, who was clutching her chest and vomiting incoherently.
"Princess Chun, what's wrong with you?" Perhaps she was overwhelmed by the bloody smell of the delivery room.
The midwife did indeed carry a strong smell of blood when she left.
But there's nothing that can be done about it; childbirth inevitably involves bleeding.
Consort Chun nodded and then shook her head, her face pale from vomiting.
"Your Majesty, I don't know why, but the smell made my chest feel turbulent," Chunpin said, slightly embarrassed, shrinking back. "Please forgive me, Your Majesty, it was my improper behavior."
Fucha Jinyi didn't say anything, but glanced at Chunpin's image twice, which prompted Dong Han to say, "Go ask the imperial physician if he is available to take Chunpin's pulse."
Upon hearing this, Consort Chun waved her hands repeatedly, saying that she was not so weak and there was no need to make such a fuss.
"Your health is more important. Let the imperial physician examine you first. Consort Jia will have to wait here."
We can't just wait here while the other person gets dizzy.
Moreover, Fucha Jinyi felt that Consort Chun's vomiting was not a simple act of clash; perhaps the Emperor would have to act like a father again.
There are imperial physicians in the delivery room, but even though Jin Xiangling's delivery was not smooth, she did not need one.
The role of the imperial physician was simply to prescribe medicine, confirm that the prescription was correct, and then wait on the side.
If the delivery goes smoothly, everything will be fine; but if it goes wrong, neither the imperial physician nor the midwife will escape punishment.
"Your Majesty, Consort Chun is unwell; she is pregnant."
She's only a little over a month pregnant, but thankfully the fetal development is stable; a little rest will do the trick.
The imperial physician carried a small medicine box and, while speaking, he didn't forget to touch the goatee on his chin.
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