Yun Qing covered her mouth and chuckled.
"Idiot, I haven't taken off my makeup yet."
As she spoke, she suddenly leaned closer, and Ling Ye saw his reflection in her eyes; it turned out that he had a layer of lipstick on his lips.
Seeing Yun Qing's mischievous appearance, Ling Ye couldn't help but love her and stared at her intently.
“I don’t mind. I not only like the makeup on my wife’s face, but I also like…” He paused for a moment.
Yun Qing blinked curiously: "What do you like?"
"Of course it's my wife's lip rouge." After saying that, Ling Ye could no longer restrain himself and leaned down to press down.
"Hmm—"
After the kiss, Yun Qing was panting heavily. Ling Ye picked up her limp body and carried her straight to the bathroom.
...
Time flies, and winter has arrived once again.
At this time, Yunqing's belly was swollen like a ball, and all kinds of pregnancy symptoms were showing. Her belly occasionally ached, and her legs were swollen beyond recognition.
Although the system could shield her from physical pain, Ling Ye's eyes still welled up with tears as he watched her change.
Every night, he would massage Yunqing's legs, hoping to alleviate her pain.
On this day, Yun Qing, dressed in a snow-white fox fur coat, was strolling in the Imperial Garden with Ling Ye when she suddenly felt something wet beneath her.
[System, am I about to give birth?]
[Wait, let me check. Yes, Qingqing, you are indeed going into labor.]
Great, I can leave today.
Okay, I'll take you away as soon as the baby is born.
"Ling Ye, I think I'm going into labor." Yun Qing's face was pale, and she tightly gripped the hand of the person next to her.
The usually calm Crown Prince panicked, picked up Yun Qing, and ran quickly toward the delivery room.
"Someone, quickly go and call the midwife and the imperial physician."
The East Palace was very close to the Imperial Garden, and soon Yunqing was placed in the pre-prepared delivery room.
Emperor Wen and the Empress rushed over upon hearing the news.
"Ye'er, how is the Crown Princess now?"
Ling Ye wiped the sweat from his brow: "Your Majesty, I don't know either. Father, Mother, I want to go in and keep her company."
“This,” the Empress hesitated for a moment.
"Let him go." Emperor Wen was quite open-minded: "Zitong, have you forgotten? When you gave birth to Ye'er, I was also extremely anxious, and later I simply barged in."
Hearing Emperor Wen bring up the past, the Empress's face showed a nostalgic expression: "Yes, back then you were just like Ye'er, so impatient."
"Where was the impatience?" Emperor Wen held the Empress's hand and said slowly, "I was worried about you at the time. Although the child was important, I was more afraid that something would happen to you."
With a "whoosh," Ling Ye lifted the curtain and entered the delivery room, startling Yun Qing.
She was getting into the mood, preparing to fake a shout, when this person walked in.
"Ling Ye, what brings you in?"
“At such a crucial moment, of course I have to be with you.” He placed his hand in Yun Qing’s palm: “If it hurts, just bite me, but don’t hurt your tongue.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Yun Qing bit down without hesitation. Although it didn't hurt now, she figured she might as well bite, saving herself the trouble of screaming.
"Your Majesty, the imperial grandson's head is almost out! Push harder!"
"Hiss—" Ling Ye felt a sharp pain in his palm and instinctively cried out.
"Wah! Wah—" An hour later, the little prince, whom everyone had been eagerly awaiting, was finally born.
Upon hearing the baby's cries coming from the room, Emperor Wen and Empress tacitly closed their eyes and clasped their hands together, saying, "Thank you for your blessings, ancestors."
However, the joyful atmosphere was suddenly shattered the next second.
"Qing'er, Qing'er! What's wrong? Don't scare me, wake up!"
Ling Ye's panicked voice rang out, and the imperial physician hurriedly stepped forward with his box to examine Yun Qing.
"How could this happen? Your Highness, please accept my condolences. The Crown Princess—"
"Shut up! You quack!" Ling Ye grabbed the imperial physician by the collar, his furious gaze silencing him.
"Ye'er!" The Empress rushed in and, seeing the situation in the room, quickly rescued the imperial physician from his grasp.
Ling Ye refused to believe the truth, standing there blankly, tears welling up in his red eyes without him even realizing it.
The empress looked at the bed; the woman's face was already soaked with sweat, but it did not diminish her beauty.
His lips were pale, and he was shrouded in an aura of death, which was truly regrettable.
The Empress sighed deeply, stepped forward and took the baby from the midwife's arms. The newborn was covered in red, its eyes were closed, and only its loud cries echoed in the hall for a long time.
...
[Random thoughts: The mortal stories of this world (emphasis added) have finally come to an end. I wonder which world you all liked the most?]
I feel that my writing skills have improved a little as I write. I used to think that writing long novels was very difficult, but now I have some confidence. If I have the opportunity, I would like to try writing a historical romance novel of about 200,000 words.
Finally, I hope everyone will give me lots of attention and rewards. Your support is a huge motivation for a new author like me. I've read all the comments, and I recognize many of the IDs, such as Heartbroken Taro Ball who pops up in every chapter, Wei Zhi who generates content every day out of love, Yu You, and A Sheng who likes Flower Pillars, etc.
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