The palace maids looked flustered and anxious. Several of them worked together to pull a brocade quilt, their hands and feet busy but careful.
Every movement was as gentle as if handling a rare treasure, for fear that the slightest force would disturb the frail empress.
Xiao Wanxi lay weakly on the carved nanmu bed, her bloodless face resembling a withered leaf about to fall on a branch in late autumn, so fragile that it seemed as if it would break at the slightest touch.
Large beads of sweat covered his forehead, mingling with his unstoppable tears that rolled down his face, soaking the exquisitely embroidered phoenix quilt beneath him.
Her painful groans came one after another, each one tugging at the hearts of everyone present.
It was like a dull knife, cutting into everyone's nerves again and again, making their hearts clench.
Palace maids rushed in and out, their hurried footsteps creating a gentle breeze as they carried out basins of bloody water.
The crimson color was particularly dazzling under the sunlight, and the shocking scene was unbearable to look at, as if the entire space was shrouded in this heavy crimson.
Upon seeing this, Qin Qianluo immediately drew out a cup of spiritual spring water from her spatial storage.
The spring water rippled gently in the crystal-clear jade cup, emitting a soft and warm glow, as if it contained endless vitality and hope, just like a bright lamp in the darkness.
She quickly raised her hand to signal the Empress's head maid to come over, her eyes full of determination and reassurance, and handed her the spiritual spring water.
His tone was urgent yet steady: "Quickly, feed it to Her Majesty the Empress. There can be no delay."
The head aunt recognized Qin Qianluo at a glance, and upon seeing the glass of water, her heart, which had been hanging in her throat, instantly calmed down.
In the palace, everyone knows that Prince Jinrui Zhao is incredibly powerful. With her help, the Empress will surely be able to turn misfortune into good fortune.
The head maid took the cup with trembling hands and quickly walked to the bedside.
He gently helped the empress up and slowly fed her the spiritual spring water, as if performing a sacred and solemn ceremony.
As soon as the spring water entered her stomach, the Empress's bloodless complexion visibly regained its color.
Her eyes, which had been dull and lifeless like a stagnant pool, gradually regained their sparkle, shining brightly like stars that had been relit in the night sky.
Qin Qianluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her tense nerves relaxing slightly, but she still dared not slack off in the slightest.
She quickly filled a cup with spiritual spring water and carefully placed it on the pearwood table beside her, intending to give the Empress another cup after she finished giving birth to help her recover her strength.
The midwives noticed the arrival of Prince Jinrui Zhao at this moment, their eyes flashing over her like shooting stars, their expressions a complex mix of surprise, doubt, and curiosity.
But the situation was extremely urgent, and they could not afford to waste a moment thinking or investigating. Ensuring the safe birth of the child was the top priority.
Seeing that the Empress's condition had significantly improved after drinking the spiritual spring water given by Prince Jinrui Zhao, they once again devoted themselves wholeheartedly to the delivery.
His hand movements became increasingly skillful and nimble, and his encouraging words became more urgent and powerful, as if he wanted to pass on all his hope and courage to the queen on the bed.
Time seemed to freeze in this suffocatingly tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if by magic.
Every second that passes feels like an arduous climb up a towering mountain, an incredibly long and seemingly endless stretch.
Finally, after the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a loud and clear baby cry rang out, like a sharp sword.
The heavy, almost deathly silence was shattered—the first child was born!
This cry was like a dazzling ray of dawn, instantly dispelling the heavy gloom in everyone's hearts.
Before anyone could even breathe a sigh of relief, a second, clear, melodious cry rang out. The Queen's twins had been safely delivered!
The nannies' faces instantly lit up with joyful smiles, like flowers blooming in spring.
They carefully picked up the two children, their movements as gentle as if they were holding the most precious and fragile treasures in the world.
Every movement was filled with boundless love and care, as if these two little lives were the most sacred beings in their hearts at that moment.
Qin Qianluo quickly signaled to the head maid to feed the Empress the second cup of spiritual spring water that had been prepared.
She stood quietly to the side, watching intently as the Empress slowly drank the spiritual spring water.
Only then did her heart finally settle down, and her tense shoulders relaxed as if a great burden had been lifted.
Meanwhile, the palace maids busied themselves tidying up the inner room, wiping away bloodstains, changing bedding, and sweeping the floor, their movements flowing smoothly and naturally.
Soon, they drew back the bed curtains and tidied up the previously messy room, gradually restoring it to its former neatness and tranquility.
It was as if the tense and chaotic scene before was just a brief dream.
Only then were the imperial physicians allowed to enter the inner chamber to take the Empress's pulse.
They hurried to the bedside, their expressions focused and solemn, as if facing a game of chess that would determine life or death.
As the fingers gently touched the Empress's pulse, a mixture of surprise and doubt appeared on the faces of the imperial physicians.
They looked at each other, their eyes filled with undisguised disbelief.
The pulse was steady and strong, full of vitality. If they hadn't been outside the screen just now and clearly heard the child crying, they would have been surprised.
They would probably all mistakenly believe that the Empress had not yet experienced the pain of childbirth.
The imperial physicians instinctively turned their gazes to Prince Jinrui Zhao, who was standing to the side, their eyes flashing with astonishment.
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