Chapter 397 Danger
Looking at the long marks on his hand where Meng Lingge had gripped him so tightly, and then at the pale, weak woman in front of him, Wen Zhiming felt a pain that seemed to shatter his very soul.
She wasn't just unable to exert any strength; she was completely exhausted.
"If there is any danger, do not worry about the children; ensure the safety of the Empress."
"but……"
The midwife wiped the sweat from her forehead, looking quite helpless.
This isn't a question of saving the mother or the baby; if things continue like this, the child will surely die, and the mother's life will also be in danger.
However, the Emperor's concern for the Empress prevented her from uttering these words, fearing that in a fit of anger, he might kill her with a single stroke.
Meng Lingge, who was in so much pain that she was losing consciousness, instantly regained her senses upon hearing Wen Zhiming's words.
"Your Majesty, please save our child! I still have the strength; I can give birth..."
The child in her womb had been with her day and night for more than half a year, and she couldn't give up so easily.
Her fingernails dug deep into her flesh. Meng Lingge took a deep breath and strained as the midwife had taught her. Her body, which had been exhausted, miraculously regained its strength because of maternal love, much to the midwife's delight.
"Yes, that's it, Your Majesty, continue! Hurry, the baby is almost out..."
The midwife's joyful voice froze, and the next second she felt a chill run down her spine as she said in a trembling voice, "The baby is breech. Please allow me to go out and discuss a solution with the imperial physician..."
Upon hearing this, Meng Lingge would have almost fainted if she hadn't still been in pain.
Wen Zhiming desperately suppressed his anxiety and panic, forcing himself to remain calm, and said, "Tell the imperial physicians that I want to protect the Empress. You all need to discuss this quickly. If anything happens to the Empress, I will have you all executed."
He was a wise ruler who never implicated the innocent.
But that's on the condition that his wife is safe and sound and stays by his side.
Meng Lingge won't survive; he'll definitely go insane.
What kind of wise ruler is a madman?
He will not let anyone who is related to Meng Lingge's injury go unpunished.
"Yes." The midwife rushed out the door as if fleeing to discuss the matter with the imperial physician.
Meng Lingge looked up at Wen Zhiming, her eyes filled with guilt and sadness.
"Your Majesty, please don't kill innocent people indiscriminately. It's my fault for being careless and causing the death of our child..."
She truly never expected to encounter danger in the Meng family mansion, surrounded by her maternal relatives.
If she had known this earlier, she should have stayed far away from that group of people. If she had known this earlier, she should have brought more guards to protect her at all times.
If she hadn't fallen, she wouldn't have suffered a massive hemorrhage or given birth prematurely. Perhaps the baby would have turned into the correct position in a few days, and with the protection of numerous imperial physicians and midwives in the palace, she would have been safer.
It's a pity I didn't know that sooner.
Wen Zhiming gently wiped away Meng Lingge's tears, feeling as if his heart was being torn apart.
"It's my fault, I didn't protect you well. What nonsense about men not being allowed in the inner quarters? I shouldn't have listened to that ridiculous rule. I should have stayed by your side all the time. I'm the one who harmed the child, it's all my fault."
"You must stay alive. I won't allow anything to happen to you. If you dare to die, I will kill everyone involved in this matter today, including everyone in the Meng family, leaving no one alive."
He was terrified.
He gently stroked Meng Lingge's face, "I won't let you die, you have to stay with me. I won't let anything happen to you. When I arrived, I sent someone to inform the imperial physicians and other midwives in the palace. They will be here soon and will definitely have a solution."
The midwives outside didn't dare to discuss it for too long and rushed in to say something.
"Your Majesty, I have already discussed this with the imperial physicians. The best course of action now is to try to push the baby back to its normal position. However, this method is also very risky. I'm afraid my skills are not sufficient to turn the baby. Midwife Zhou in the palace has experience in this area, so sending her to deliver the baby would be the safest option. I just don't know if Her Majesty the Empress can wait that long."
Upon hearing this, Wen Zhiming patted Meng Lingge's hand to reassure her.
Then he walked to the door and called out loudly, "Jiang Lin."
Jiang Lin, as Wen Zhiming's personal bodyguard, rarely appeared in public, but Wen Zhiming couldn't care less about that at the moment. After summoning him, he immediately gave instructions.
"The imperial physicians and midwives are on their way to the Meng residence. They should be on their way now. Go there immediately, find Midwife Zhou, and bring her here as quickly as possible."
Jiang Lin's lightness skill is not much worse than his, and he even rode a fast horse out today, so sending him to pick up the person could save at least half the time.
"Yes." Jiang Lin came and went without a trace, and by the time his voice disappeared, he had already climbed over the courtyard wall.
Hearing Wen Zhiming's instructions, the old woman in the room felt more at ease and began to guide the group again.
"The baby is breech, but the cervix is fully dilated. If the baby cannot be delivered, the Empress will continue to endure the contractions. Go and prepare some brown sugar water and porridge for the Empress so that she can conserve her strength so that the midwife can turn the baby into the correct position and deliver the baby as soon as possible."
The four palace maids, who had been anxiously waiting for instructions, immediately obeyed.
After bringing water and porridge, Chunhong was about to feed Meng Lingge when Wen Zhiming snatched it away from her.
"Go and treat the wound on your hand first. One person can stay here to take care of it. The rest of you can leave."
Chunhong used her own body to cushion Meng Lingge's fall, and in the heat of the moment, both her hands were scratched. However, Meng Lingge's condition was critical, and no one noticed the injuries on her hands. Chunhong herself didn't have time to care about them either.
Now that Wen Zhiming had given the order, they couldn't stay any longer, no matter how worried they were about Meng Lingge. After exchanging glances, they let Qiu Lan stay.
Seeing Wen Zhiming tenderly feeding Meng Lingge water and porridge, even carefully wiping away the water stains from the corners of her mouth, Qiu Lan felt both gratified by Wen Zhiming's thoughtfulness and worried about Meng Lingge's situation.
Seeing that she couldn't help for the time being, she put her hands together and kept silently praying to the Bodhisattva to protect Meng Lingge and her child.
The waiting time was extremely difficult, especially since Meng Lingge was in so much pain that she couldn't even drink water. The baby was due to be born, and the mother couldn't endure it for much longer. If the baby's feet came out first, both the baby and the mother would be in grave danger.
Everyone was on tenterhooks, and even Wen Zhiming couldn't remain calm, becoming increasingly anxious and uneasy.
Fortunately, it didn't take long before Jiang Lin rushed over, carrying Zhou the midwife.
It was Zhou the midwife's first time riding a fast horse, and she was then taken to the backyard of the Meng family mansion by someone using light-footed skills. She was still somewhat dazed, but she instantly came to her senses when she saw the situation in front of her.
Zhou, the midwife, was a renowned midwife in the countryside and had only recently been recommended to enter the palace.
With over forty years of experience in midwifery, she was undoubtedly the most senior midwife in the palace, and she had indeed handled several deliveries with breech presentations.
However, in the few breech births she had previously handled, the chances of both mother and baby surviving were only 50%.
Right now, the Emperor was watching her closely, the other midwife was in a state of panic, and the Empress was in so much pain that she couldn't bear to hear any more discouraging words from her.
She had no choice but to quickly roll up her sleeves and use her hands to push the fetus in Meng Lingge's abdomen, attempting to turn the fetus into a different position.
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