Seven days later, Hu Qing came to tell Xiao Yanchu that Lin Wanqing was dead.
The poison that Yan Luo prepared for Lin Wanqing was guaranteed to keep her alive for seven days.
The torment Lin Wanqing suffered each day was different during those seven days.
Frozen, burned, bitten by insects, peeled, torn, swollen, oozing pus, terrifying hallucinations—all these sensations took turns appearing on Lin Wanqing's body.
Not to mention enduring it to the later stages, on the very first day, the extreme freezing made Lin Wanqing feel a sharp and biting chill, like countless tiny ice needles piercing straight through her clothes and into her skin, as if they were going to tear every inch of her flesh apart.
The blood in my body seemed to be frozen by the cold, its flow becoming slow and labored, and each heartbeat was accompanied by a dull pain, as if I were struggling to beat in an ice cellar.
My skin became stiff and numb, as if it no longer belonged to me. Every inch of my skin was frozen and painful, as if it were being gnawed by millions of ants.
My body trembled and almost lost control, and my consciousness gradually blurred in this extreme pain, yet I was forcibly pulled back by the ever-present pain, making it impossible to escape this terrible frozen hell.
Lin Wanqing was in great pain, but to outsiders, she was just wrapped up in her clothes and curled up in a corner, and nothing seemed to have changed.
Unable to bear it any longer, Lin Wanqing endured the pain and begged her guards to kill her, but no one paid her any attention.
Lin Wanqing had considered ending her life, but she didn't even have the strength to bite her tongue, let alone bang her head against a wall or hang herself.
The person watching over her would give her some ginseng soup every day to keep her alive.
After enduring seven days of torment, Lin Wanqing closed her eyes and never opened them again.
At this moment, her whole body was swollen and oozing pus. Even if Zhao Jiao came back to life, she would not recognize that this was Lin Wanqing.
Finally, he was wrapped in a tattered straw mat and thrown into a mass grave.
Xiao Yanchu only told Su Ruojin that Lin Wanqing was dead, without telling her the details.
Yan Luo and Hu Qing would never say that.
The princess is pregnant; how could she listen to such nonsense?
Femoron was killed outright.
Xiao Yanchu had no interest in using Fei Molong to threaten the Northern King. If he wanted to fight, he should just fight directly. Why bother with all this roundabout stuff?
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January 26th.
The Regent's Palace was packed with people.
From Su Ruojin's room came the sound of her trying her best to suppress her pain.
The midwives, who had been prepared in advance by the Prince's mansion, were all inside the room teaching her how to push.
Su Ruojin got up early and, as usual, took a walk in the mansion with Yanluo. Unexpectedly, after only a few steps, Su Ruojin felt a pain in her abdomen.
The pain would stop for a while, then resume, and each time it would hurt more than the last.
Su Ruojin knew she was about to give birth.
Despite the pain, she calmly asked Yanluo to help her back to her room, and instructed her to boil water, call the midwife, and then inform the Prince and Madam Su.
When the midwife arrived, Su Ruojin's abdominal pain became even more severe.
The area outside the room was packed with people.
Besides Ye Xun, Wu Tidian, upon hearing that the princess was about to give birth, dared not delay and rushed over with his medicine box.
However, they were men, and they wouldn't have needed to go in unless Su Ruojin had serious problems during childbirth.
When Xiao Yanchu heard Su Ruojin's cry of pain, he wanted to rush into the room to be with her, but Su Jiu'an stopped him.
"Your Highness, my mother, Yanluo, and the midwife are all inside. Xiaojin will be alright."
Xiao Yanchu had no choice but to stay outside, pacing back and forth. He heard Ah Jin's suppressed cries of pain coming from inside the house from time to time. His eyes turned red, and he wished he could take Ah Jin's place and bear everything himself.
So childbirth is this painful? Then he and Ajin only need one child and won't have any more.
He didn't want her to suffer like that again.
Wow~~~
As the baby's loud cries rang out, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and their faces lit up with joy.
"It's born! It's born! That's wonderful!" Ye Xunzhi was overjoyed; not needing him was the best outcome.
A short while later, Madam Su came out carrying the child.
Xiao Yanchu didn't even glance at the child before rushing into the room, causing the midwives inside to cry out in alarm.
"Your Highness, the room where the woman gives birth is a place stained with blood. It will offend Your Highness. Your Highness, you cannot come in."
Most men in the Great Chu Kingdom avoided the place where women gave birth, fearing that they would be stained with blood and ruin their luck.
Xiao Yanchu didn't care about any of that. He rushed to the bedside and looked at Su Ruojin, whose lips were pale, hair was messy, and forehead was covered in sweat. He gently touched her face with trembling hands.
"Ah Jin, does it hurt a lot? I won't have any more children, I won't have any more children." Xiao Yanchu's nose tingled, and her eyes were red.
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