In the front yard, the Fourth Master, unable to sleep, got up and asked Gao Wuyong, who was serving him, "How is Tao Yuan?"
While helping the Fourth Prince straighten his clothes, Gao Wuyong respectfully replied, "There is still no news of the young prince. The Guarjia master has not yet been born."
Upon hearing that Ming'er hadn't given birth yet after so long, the Fourth Prince worried that her delivery might not be going smoothly. He feared that his lively little prince might be getting restless and that things would be terrible.
So, after quickly washing up and getting ready, I stepped outside, "To Peach Garden."
In Taoyuan, Jiaming was covered in sweat, gritting her teeth and groaning as she gripped the blanket tightly.
Even so, she remained perfectly lucid, and just then, she heard a joyful voice: "The cervix has opened."
You can give birth now!
"Great, it'll be quick!" Jiaming's spirits lifted, and she secretly channeled her inner power to push the baby out of her womb.
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The child probably knew it was time to leave. Even though he loved the wood-type ability that made him feel so comfortable, he obediently didn't cause any trouble inside Jiaming's stomach. He cooperated perfectly and crawled out, following the force propelled by Jiaming's ability.
Just as she was eagerly anticipating the baby's head emerging from the cervix in the delivery room, the Fourth Prince, who lived not far from Peach Blossom Courtyard, arrived outside the delivery room with his long legs striding quickly.
Su Peisheng, Hongtao, and others who were waiting outside the delivery room bowed and greeted the Fourth Master. A hint of doubt flashed in Su Peisheng's eyes.
Fourth Master was facing Su Peisheng, so of course he saw it.
But could he say that he was so worried about Ming'er, uh, the baby in her belly, and wanted to see the strong little prince as soon as possible, so he couldn't sleep and decided to come here to keep watch?
Absolutely not, it would be too damaging to the composure of the Fourth Prince!
Ignoring the suspicion in Su Peisheng's eyes, the Fourth Prince looked at the delivery room and asked with a frown, "How is Lady Guarjia?"
"There was a noise coming from inside. They say the cervix is dilated and she can give birth now." Su Peisheng, a eunuch, didn't know much about these things, so he just said whatever he heard from the delivery room.
Upon hearing this, Fourth Master's brows immediately relaxed, and a flicker of excitement flashed in his deep eyes.
The tables and chairs that had been set up yesterday evening had not yet been removed. Fourth Master returned to his seat, took the tea handed to him by Su Peisheng, and did not even look at the refreshments that had been added to the table. His dark eyes were fixed on the delivery room.
Just then, from the delivery room where only faint groans could be heard, a sudden cry of pain rang out.
Fourth Master's brows furrowed instantly, and his face tightened.
In the delivery room, looking at the midwife at the cervix, she exclaimed with delight, "The head is showing! Master Guarjia, give it your all, it's about to be born!"
At this moment, the handkerchief that Jiaming was biting had already fallen to the side with her cry of pain. Hearing this, she gritted her teeth, gripped the blanket tightly, and used all her strength to pull her abdomen downwards.
A moment later, Jiaming felt her stomach go empty and heard a deafening cry.
"Waaaaah..."
Outside the delivery room, upon hearing the baby's thunderous cries, Fourth Master abruptly stood up, muttering, "It's born!"
Su Peisheng, standing next to Fourth Master, also wore a happy smile; the master had another little master.
But the next second, his steady body almost fell forward.
"Why haven't you brought it out yet so I can see it?" Fourth Master asked anxiously.
Su Peisheng: My lord! This little master has just been born. How can we take him out immediately? We should at least wrap him in swaddling clothes. Otherwise, what if the naked little master catches a cold if we take him out? Besides, there are probably other steps to take care of, such as cutting the umbilical cord, before we can take him out to show you.
In the delivery room, Granny Liu exclaimed with delight, "My lord, it's a healthy little prince!"
Just as Granny Liu was speaking, the two midwives quickly cut the umbilical cord of the little prince, cleaned away the blood, and wrapped him in a clean swaddle made by Jiaming.
"He weighs a full seven pounds and eight ounces!" The midwife, after weighing the baby, handed the little prince to Jiaming with a look of delight.
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Before Jiaming could even catch a glimpse of him, another midwife exclaimed in surprise, "And the little prince is so fair and tender; he's the most beautiful child we've ever delivered."
Upon hearing this, Jiaming looked at the swaddled baby that the midwife had brought to her with great anticipation and affection. She only glanced at it twice before her expression froze instantly.
Jiaming, who didn't want to believe it, took one more look, and she had no choice but to believe it.
"Why does he look so much like me?" He was the one I carried for ten months, yet he doesn't resemble me at all.
In their joy, Granny Sun and the others completely failed to detect the hint of grievance and disdain in Jiaming's words.
However, Granny Sun did hear Jiaming's words, she just didn't understand the tone of her voice.
"The son resembles the father, even better! The master will be very happy." Granny Sun, who was loyal to the Fourth Master, smiled even more broadly when she saw that the little prince looked like the Fourth Master.
The other two midwives, thinking of their mistresses, also chimed in with joy, "It's wonderful that he's like the Fourth Prince! Consort De will surely be very happy too."
Jiaming: The children look like Fourth Master, so of course they are happy, after all, one is their father and the other is their mother. But I, as their mother, am not happy.
She endured nearly ten months of pregnancy, during which the child only cared about being close to his father. Now that he's born, he doesn't look a bit like her.
Jiaming felt a pang of sadness in her heart. She sobbed, she longed for a child who looked just like her!
Before Jiaming could finish her thoughts, she heard Granny Sun's discouraging words, "Besides, Master, your face is too delicate. When the young master grows up, he won't have any dignity!"
Jiaming's eyes widened, clearly unconvinced. "Isn't it good to have a youthful face? Doesn't it make you look younger? Pshaw, in my past life, before the apocalypse, so many people wanted a youthful, baby-faced look, and none of them had one!"
But the unanimous agreement from the midwives and others in the delivery room was another blow to her.
Outside the delivery room, feeling that he had been waiting for a long time without seeing his child, Fourth Master hurriedly glared at Hongtao. After being reminded by Su Peisheng, Hongtao, realizing the situation, quickly urged him to hurry up outside the delivery room.
With a creak, the delivery room door opened, and the midwife came out carrying a baby in red swaddling clothes.
"Congratulations, Your Highness! Your Highness, the Guarjia princess has given birth to a healthy little prince, weighing seven pounds and eight ounces!" The midwife said joyfully as she handed the swaddling clothes to the Fourth Prince.
The Fourth Prince looked at the chubby, strong-looking little prince wriggling in his swaddling clothes, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He waved his hand and said, "Su Peisheng, here's a reward."
Beside him, Su Peisheng stared blankly at the child, without reacting.
The Fourth Prince's joy at having acquired a healthy young prince was enough to erase Su Peisheng's displeasure at his sudden mishap. So, unusually, the Fourth Prince called out "Su Peisheng" again to remind him.
But just then, as he turned slightly, the Fourth Prince, who looked at the little prince with great delight, caught a glimpse of Su Peisheng's stunned expression out of the corner of his eye.
Following his gaze, she realized he was looking at the young prince in front of her.
In an instant, a worried thought crossed the Fourth Prince's mind: Could it be that "my youngest son..." (To be continued.)
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