After hearing the news, Prince Pingyang and his wife rushed over, their steps hurried and their clothes fluttering. Seeing Song Zhe pacing back and forth outside the delivery room, the princess grabbed his arm and asked anxiously, "Zhe'er, what's going on in there?"
Her well-maintained face was full of worry, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes were more obvious because of her anxiety.
Song Zhe stopped and forced a smile, but it looked uglier than crying: "Mother, the midwife just went in."
As he spoke, his eyes never left the closed door, and his hands were clenched tightly together, with his knuckles turning white.
Seeing this, Prince Pingyang raised his hand and patted his shoulder, saying in a deep voice:
"Zhe'er, don't panic. The midwife is very experienced and will definitely keep both mother and child safe."
Although he pretended to be calm, his slightly trembling hands revealed his inner nervousness. The princess also echoed:
"Yes, Zhe'er, we'll just wait outside. Don't disturb the midwife."
As she spoke, she walked aside, sat down on a mahogany carved chair, clasped her hands together, and prayed silently.
In the delivery room, Chen Xiaoru lay on the bed, her hair soaked with sweat, her face as pale as paper. The midwife examined her while softly comforting her:
"Princess, don't be nervous. Your fetal position is very normal. Save some energy for delivery." She spoke in a calm tone and moved gently, trying to ease Chen Xiaoru's nervousness.
"I... I feel something coming out..." Chen Xiaoru spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito.
The midwife quickly lowered her head to check, and her experience immediately determined that the baby was about to be born. Even though she was accustomed to childbirth scenes, her heart skipped a beat at this moment - this was too fast! But she quickly calmed down and, while operating skillfully, she instructed in a firm tone: "Princess, the baby's head is coming out. I can see the hair. Take a deep breath, cooperate with me, and push!"
Chen Xiaoru cooperated with the midwife's force, but she actually didn't feel anything.
"Okay, very good! Do it again!"
The midwife's voice was filled with excitement. "Princess, you've done very well. Just like that, keep it up!"
Chen Xiaoru gritted her teeth, pretending to exert all her strength. Sweat soaked her clothes, her hair stuck to her cheeks, and she clutched the bedsheets tightly with both hands, her knuckles turning white from the strain.
"Princess, the baby is almost out, try harder!"
The midwife's voice was filled with a hint of surprise, and it was obvious that the delivery was going well.
Chen Xiaoru felt a surge of strength in her lower abdomen, and she knew the baby was about to come out. She took another deep breath, exerting all her strength, and heard a "wa!" The baby's cry resounded throughout Fengyi Palace.
"It's born! It's born! It's a little boy!" the midwife shouted excitedly. She skillfully cut the umbilical cord and wrapped the baby up.
Outside the delivery room, Prince Pingyang and his wife heard the baby's cry and stood up suddenly, their faces instantly blooming with surprise and smiles. Song Zhe clenched his fists excitedly and shouted loudly: "It's out! It's out!"
Immediately afterwards, another wave of severe pain came. Chen Xiaoru gritted her teeth and tried hard again.
"Wow——" Another loud cry, and the second child was born safely.
"Congratulations, Princess, another little boy!" The midwife's voice was filled with joy.
However, this was just the beginning. One after another, the cries of babies continued to ring out, and each time Xuanyuan Che, who was guarding the door, felt his heart beat faster.
"Wow--"
"Congratulations, Princess, another little prince!"
"Wow--"
"Congratulations, Princess, another little prince!"
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By the time the fifth cry sounded, the midwife's voice was trembling as she excitedly said, "Congratulations, Crown Prince and Consort! It's four little princes and one little princess!"
Chen Xiaoru was exhausted, but she forced herself to stay awake and signaled the midwife to bring the children closer.
The midwife followed her instructions and carefully brought the five swaddled babies to Chen Xiaoru one by one.
She looked at each child one by one, her eyes gently sweeping across the tender faces of each child. A satisfied smile appeared on her pale face, and she whispered, "Go and announce the good news!"
Upon hearing this, the midwife quickly responded and walked to the door carrying the child.
The door of the delivery room creaked open, and Song Zhe's heart instantly rose to his throat. He didn't even have time to take a look at the child being carried out by the midwife, and rushed in anxiously.
In the delivery room, the maids were busy cleaning up. When they saw Song Zhe come in, they quickly knelt and saluted: "My Lord."
"You guys go about your business, don't worry about me." Song Zhe waved his hand, his eyes always on the bed.
He quickly walked to the bedside and gently held Chen Xiaoru's hand, only to find it cold and bloodless. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her sweaty forehead, saying distressedly, "Xiaoru, thank you for your hard work. We won't have any more children in the future."
Chen Xiaoru's eyelids felt heavy as if they were filled with lead. She spoke weakly, "Husband, I want to rest for a while. I'm so tired."
The voice was as thin as a mosquito, but it carried a hint of reassurance.
"Okay, go to sleep, I'll stay with you." Song Zhe said softly, gently brushing the hair scattered on her cheeks behind her ears.
"Yeah." Chen Xiaoru responded and fell into a deep sleep. Although she had taken the elixir, the birth of the quintuplets had exhausted all her energy. At this moment, she just wanted to have a good sleep.
Song Zhe sat beside the bed, looking at her quietly, his eyes so gentle that they could drip tears. Her peaceful sleeping face made him feel extremely at ease and satisfied.
Outside the delivery room, Prince Pingyang and Princess Pingyang were beaming with joy, gazing lovingly at the five delicate little ones in their cradles.
"Good! Good! Good!" Prince Pingyang said "good" three times in a row, and the wrinkles on his face stretched out like a blooming chrysanthemum.
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