Lu Jiaxue suddenly approached, took her hand and pressed her: "Actually, you are suspecting me, right?"
Luo Yining's face was pale and she was silent. Lu Jiaxue suddenly became angry: "Speak!" But he saw her brows gradually frowned, then she half-bent her body and covered her stomach.
Seeing that something was wrong with her, Lu Jiaxue hurriedly supported her: "What are you doing..."
"It hurts..." Luo Yining murmured, the pain slowly intensifying. She had no time to argue with him. Her body trembled slightly, as if someone was twisting and twisting her stomach.
Lu Jiaxue immediately stood up: "Where's the waiter? Come in quickly!"
…
The main gate of the mansion opened, and the carriage carrying the doctor and the midwife ran into the hanging flower gate.
The maid carrying the copper basin of hot water hurried back into the house, and the curtains were lowered. Lu Jiaxue held her hand. At first, when she wasn't in so much pain, she didn't want him to hold her. But then the pain got worse, and she didn't even know who was around her. Instead, she squeezed his hand tightly.
"You should avoid it, my lord. The delivery room is unlucky..." The midwife who delivered the baby was sweating profusely. Yining's pelvis was too small, and even though she was in great pain, her cervix did not dilate.
"I'm right here," Lu Jiaxue said sternly, "You're the one delivering the baby, why are you talking so much nonsense!"
The doctor prepared a brew of labor-inducing medicine, which the maid brought in and fed to Yining. She was too small and weak, and she insisted on taking the medicine.
Lu Jiaxue felt a surge of guilt as he thought about forcing her. He half-knelt, lowered his head, and kissed the back of her cold hand, her palm damp with sweat. He untied the Buddhist beads from his wrist and wrapped them around hers. These beads had kept him safe on countless battlefields, and they would surely keep hers safe too.
Luo Yining was in a trance from the pain, clutching the quilt. She seemed to see Luo Shenyuan standing beside her. He didn't say anything, just looked at her gently.
But when she saw his back, she suddenly felt relieved. She closed her eyes.
"Don't be afraid, Meimei. Third brother is here." A gentle voice murmured.
Thousands of miles away in the capital, Luo Shenyuan had just left Wang Yuan's place. More than half a year had passed, and he was now in charge of the capital's affairs, and whenever he went out, he was always surrounded by people.
"Sir, this is a letter from Shandong." Lin Yong handed him the letter.
Luo Shenyuan sought to gain the trust of Lin Mao, who had arrived from Shandong. Lin Mao had been a high-ranking official in Gaomi, and everyone thought he was just there to get by. But he spent a year in earnest, enjoying himself, and unexpectedly, he actually achieved some success. Many in Gaomi now admire him. He had a knack for deceiving people.
Lin Mao helped him secretly investigate Wang Yuan's affairs in Shandong, and now there has finally been some progress.
Luo Shenyuan crumpled the letter into a ball and put it in his sleeve: "Has there been any response from Xi'an?"
Lin Yong hesitated and shook his head: "Not yet."
For over six months, Luo Shenyuan had searched nearly every corner of Northern Zhili, but there was no trace of him. He had initially assumed Northern Zhili was Lu Jiaxue's home base, and he was certain it was there. But when he couldn't find him, he began to grow suspicious. Lu Jiaxue, though a military commander, was incredibly clever, completely erasing his tracks. Perhaps he wasn't even in Northern Zhili.
So when the Tartars reached Yanmen Pass, he was the first to mention Lu Jiaxue to the emperor, wanting to force Lu Jiaxue out and force him to fight.
The night was quiet and still, filled with the chirping of crickets. Luo Shenyuan stared at the lantern light illuminating the ground, his heart beating strangely, as if something important was happening, yet he seemed unaware of it.
Luo Shenyuan closed his eyes with a cold expression.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
