The 29th day of the first lunar month, at the time of Chen.
Mu Lige’s bedroom in Lingkun Courtyard of the Eastern Palace.
"Brother Li, eat something first."
Mu Lige had been in labor pains all night, but his cervix was only dilated to one and a half fingers. Hua Qingcheng was feeding him breakfast.
"Qingqing, thank you for your hard work. Go and have a rest. Leave these things to Shumo and the others."
Mu Lige, leaning against the head of the bed, looked a little pale, but as he looked at Hua Qingcheng, who had been guarding him all night and also looked tired, his eyes were filled with undisguised heartache.
"Brother Li, who was in charge of the birth, was in pain all night and didn't even complain of being tired. I just did nothing but stay here with you. How hard was it?"
Hua Qingcheng brought warm water for Mu Lige to rinse his mouth, then took the handkerchief handed to him by Shu Mo and gently wiped his lips.
When Hua Qingcheng first crossed over, she secretly rejoiced that it was men who gave birth in a land where men gave birth. But now, after witnessing Mu Lige's agony, Hua Qingcheng no longer harbored such thoughts. She deeply realized that childbirth was equally painful for both men and women, and both deserved the most gentle treatment possible.
"Qingqing~"
At this time, Mu Lige was suffering from another contraction. The severe pain in his abdomen felt like it was being crushed by a wheel, causing a thin layer of sweat to appear on his forehead.
"Brother Li, if it hurts, just hold my hand tightly."
After wiping Mu Lige's sweat with a warm towel, Hua Qingcheng gently stroked his hand, as if wanting to convey her care and love to this man through the warmth of her fingers.
"Okay..." Mu Lige endured the discomfort of his body and gave Hua Qingcheng a slightly stiff smile.
Mu Lige was indeed in pain at this moment. But how could he bear to hurt his wife's hand?
"Achen, you and Second Master go and have a rest. I'll be guarding here." Hua Qingcheng looked at Han Yichen standing aside, her heart softened.
Han Yichen was now nearly four months pregnant. Although he'd long since passed the intense pregnancy reaction stage, he was still a pregnant man, and staying up all night like this wasn't ideal. His growing belly was also nurturing a little life, and it needed careful care as well.
As for Xuan Ming who was guarding by her side, he was already in his seventies. It was really touching to see such an old man staying up all night to protect Mu Lige and the baby in her belly.
"Xiao Qingcheng, I'm fine." Han Yichen, who didn't want to miss the birth of Mu Lige's child, said stubbornly.
"That's right, I'm still strong and doing well..." The stubborn Xuanming was becoming more and more like a stubborn child.
In the end, no matter how Han Yichen and Xuan Ming expressed that they were in good health, Hua Qingcheng had them sent to the side rooms to rest, leaving only Xiao Lengyu, who understood medical knowledge, to take care of Mu Lige.
Time passed by little by little, Hua Qingcheng always stayed by Mu Lige's side, and when she was tired, she would lie down beside his bed and take a nap.
And among her husbands, not just Han Yichen, the others were also busy.
Zuo An was responsible for guarding the safety of Lingkun Courtyard; Situ Ye was temporarily in charge of the affairs of the East Palace; Yu Xiaotian never let down his guard for a moment, always keeping an eye out for any evil spirits; Si Chengfeng dealt with the questions sent by the various mistresses in the harem, whether they were concerned or probing; as for Wu Chen, he always stood guard at the door of Mu Lige's dormitory.
Under Hua Qingcheng's arrangement, the entire East Palace is impregnable. However, they are unaware that unknown dangers are also quietly approaching.
"Demon Lord, Emperor Su Mutianjun of Zhaoyang is willing to sacrifice the soul of his eldest son, the current Crown Prince Su Mulihan, in exchange for the soul of the fetus in the womb of Princess Zhengjun of Laifeng..."
At midnight, the night was already fading. In a side hall of the Zhaoyang Imperial Palace, the Imperial Preceptor Ran Qiyue stood alone, facing a table covered with offerings and brimming with incense. With one hand, she formed hand seals, with the other, she burned a talisman, muttering something to herself. Inscribed on that talisman was the birth date and eight characters of Zhaoyang's current Crown Prince, Su Mulihan.
Su Mulihan, who was in his sleep, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if an invisible sharp blade was ruthlessly cutting into his heart. As his breathing became increasingly rapid, Su Mulihan's forehead was covered in cold sweat and he groaned in pain, but he could not wake up from the dream.
Ran Qiyue's spells grew faster and faster, and those ancient incantations continued to surge towards the East Palace. As he chanted, Su Mulihan's birth date gradually turned to ash, and a hint of triumph appeared on Ran Qiyue's face.
At the same time, Mu Lige's labor pains in Lingkun Courtyard of the East Palace of Laifeng Kingdom were still continuing. At this time, his cervix had dilated to three fingers wide, and the frequency and intensity of his labor pains were gradually accelerating and intensifying.
Since the day, Han Yichen and Xuanming have come to see Mu Lige three times. Just as Han Yichen was about to get up from his room to see Mu Lige again, he suddenly felt tired and sleepy. He had no choice but to lie back on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.
However, when Han Yichen fell asleep, a red light flashed from his body. The next moment, an enchanting red figure appeared in the palace of Zhaoyang Kingdom.
He was dressed in crimson, the vibrant red like fire, illuminating everything around him. His three thousand strands of silky black hair cascaded down his back like a waterfall, dancing in the wind and gently brushing against his fair skin, smooth as silk.
His eyes were narrow and alluring, squinting slightly towards the East Palace. The teardrop mole at the corner of his eye shone with an alluring light, as if a crystal teardrop was about to fall. A faint smile curled the corner of his mouth, making him look wickedly charming and enchanting, making people want to get closer, but not dare to offend easily.
In the pitch-black night, the red figure arrived directly at the bedroom of the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace of Zhaoyang Kingdom. Under the dim illumination of the palace lanterns, the handsome face of Su Mulihan, lying on the bed, appeared before the man in red.
But he glanced leisurely at the man lying on the bed, first wrinkled his nose in disgust, and wanted to turn around and leave, but as if he thought of something interesting, he returned to Su Mulihan's bed again.
"I've sacrificed my son's soul. Haha, I think it would be a tragedy for you to live soberly. I...will be so kind as to leave you in ignorance for the rest of your life."
The man in red smiled slightly, then lazily swung his wide sleeves, raised his bare hands, and waved them in mid-air towards the man's head. After a moment, a cloud of turbid white smoke was sucked out by his hand and floated in his palm.
"Oh……"
"This piece of shit, even more disgusting than a rice field, actually wants to exchange for the body of Ziweixing and the dragon that is about to descend to the earth?"
The man in red looked very disdainful, but no one knew what he was thinking about. A cunning light suddenly flashed in his narrow and charming phoenix eyes. Then he held Su Mulihan's soul in his hand, and then headed towards the west towards the royal palace of Laifeng Kingdom.
A moment later, the man in red appeared at the door of Mu Lige's bedroom in Lingkun Courtyard. Just as he was about to take the soul of Mu Lige's unborn child, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of him...
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