Chapter 119 "Xiaoyu, can you do it?"...
Wen Yu took two steps at a time and walked out. She blamed herself on being so focused on Lord Jia's affairs that she relaxed her vigilance and lost the most basic sensitivity as a spirit. She didn't even notice someone approaching.
The Jiangyang government office is crowded with people and eyes, and now is a critical juncture where old cases are being reopened and new things are happening. If someone is eavesdropping at this moment, I'm afraid they don't have good intentions.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu became more and more anxious. Even Song Linsheng behind him didn't bother to wait. He flashed to the door and waved his long sleeves. The door leaf retreated to both sides.
The food box with intricate patterns lay on its side on the ground, with various dishes scattered all over the floor, and the bowls and plates that held the dishes were broken into pieces, each piece emitting a cold light.
The first thing that caught his eye was this scene, and Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat.
Looking further ahead, she saw a figure in white clothes huddled on the ground, lying on its side. The figure had thin shoulders and a round waist, and its back was facing Wen Yu, so she couldn't see its face clearly.
But Wen Yu was very familiar with that dress and figure. Almost as she took a step forward, she exclaimed:
"White Lady Zhi——"
Then there was the sound of flying clothes, and Wen Yu's figure was as fast as flowing clouds, making it impossible for Song Linsheng behind to catch up.
"Mrs. Zhibai?" Song Linsheng murmured, quickening his pace to chase after her.
Mu Tong, who was standing to one side, quickly followed, also looking a little puzzled. "Chen Mian's family? Why are they here?"
Only Lord Jia raised his foot but retracted it before it even touched the ground. He stood there motionless.
Jia Ren's stiff body moved slightly and he glanced outside the door. The distance was quite far and it was dark outside, so he couldn't see anything at all.
He thought he should go out with Lord Song to take a look, but he had Chen Mian in custody, and...
How would he appear in front of Mrs. Chen?
When she got closer, Wen Yu discovered that Zhibai's skirt was stained with a lot of vegetable soup, which must have been the reason for her fall.
"Mrs. Zhibai--" Wen Yu called out hurriedly, and then hugged Zhibai in his arms.
Zhibai now resembled a mortal, having been severely injured earlier by forcibly using magic. Lying on the ground, unaccounted for, Wen Yu paid no attention to anything else, seemingly oblivious to Song Linsheng and Mu Tong, who were chasing him. Panicked, he was about to use magic to detect Zhibai's presence when a hand restrained him.
"Wenyu, Wenyu." Zhibai frowned and opened his eyes with all his strength, "Don't, don't waste your energy."
There was almost no strength in her hands, but she still insisted on pressing Wen Yu.
"I, I'm afraid I'm about to give birth." Zhibai was panting, and his speech was a little intermittent and breathless.
Wen Yu's mind went blank for a moment. Even though she was made of wood, she knew that a woman giving birth would have to go back and forth through the gates of hell, and the suffering she endured could only be described through personal experience.
This is true for humans, and demons are no exception.
Her fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably, and her lips parted slightly, but she didn't know what she wanted to say. Wen Yu closed her eyes, suppressing the trembling of her eyelashes, and raised her hands to hug Zhibai tighter.
Strictly speaking, Zhibai was the first Taoist friend she had met in the human world. Although she had never witnessed a birth, let alone the act of delivering a baby, she felt the pain of her nails digging into her palms.
"I will never let anything happen to you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Linsheng and Mu Tong also came behind Wen Yu. Under the moonlight, their figures covered Wen Yu and Zhi Bai, which seemed to bring a touch of warmth.
Wen Yu turned around quickly when she saw this and said hurriedly, "Song Linsheng, Zhibai is about to give birth!"
Her nonsensical words did not catch Song Linsheng off guard at all. Perhaps it was the tacit understanding they had developed over this period of time, and Song Linsheng understood Wen Yu's meaning without hesitation.
"Master Mu, please go and get the midwife."
Song Linsheng lifted his robe, squatted down and took Zhibai from Wen Yu's arms. While quickly explaining things to Mu Tong, he stood up holding Zhibai.
"Remember the courtyard you arranged for me when I first arrived in Jiangyang?" Song Linsheng started walking without delay. "I'll take Zhi Bai Niangzi there to stay while you bring your people!"
"Don't worry, sir. I'll be back soon."
Mu Tong was also not vague. How could he be negligent in a matter of life and death? Almost at the same time Song Linsheng finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the yard.
Wen Yu got up and chased after him. She didn't know that there was Song Linsheng's courtyard in the government office.
"Slow down! Don't shake her." Wen Yu lifted her skirt and jogged, following closely behind Song Linsheng and Zhibai.
"Of course." Song Linsheng carefully put his arm around Zhibai. "You've never been to that yard. I'll take you there now."
"When you get there, take good care of Lady Zhibai. When Master Mu returns with the midwife, I'll send someone to the mansion to find Xiyan and Abai to accompany you."
Although Song Linsheng walked faster, he was very steady. As he walked, he gave instructions to Wen Yu.
"I'm going to the dungeon to rescue Chen Mian. Lady Zhibai is in such a predicament that she needs him by her side."
After Song Linsheng said this, he was afraid that he had said too much at once and put pressure on Wen Yu invisibly.
He calmed himself for a moment, then asked solemnly and carefully, "Xiaoyu, can you do this?"
Wen Yu was startled, and an inexplicable feeling of trust arose spontaneously. She nodded involuntarily, "I can do it."
"Thank you so much—" Zhibai was sweating profusely, and his hair on his forehead was soaked, "I..."
Perhaps she was exhausted, and Zhi Bai Niangzi slowly stopped making any sound.
"But didn't you go to Lord Jia's courtyard to wash the inkstone? How come you're back to the Song residence so quickly?"
As soon as Wen Yu finished speaking, an idea suddenly occurred to her mind:
Xiyan didn't return to the Song residence at all. From the very beginning, Xiyan didn't come to the government office with the two of them.
What Song Linsheng said just now is not true.
However, now is not the time to delve into this matter. Wen Yu shook his head and put his chaotic thoughts behind him.
The moonlight was like a silk thread, hanging high above, illuminating the group of people from the Tongzhiyuan clearly.
Wen Yu and his companions, each as small as a bean, left the Tongzhi Courtyard like flowing water, leaving only the silence of the courtyard behind them.
There was no longer the bustle of the moment. At this moment, in the Tongzhi Courtyard, there was only a square of light cast from the open door of the main hall, which contrasted with the cold and warm moonlight.
The flickering candlelight made the light flicker.
After an unknown amount of time, an elongated figure emerged from the door. He seemed to hesitate at the threshold for a moment, but ultimately did not take a single step forward.
…
That night, at the prefect's villa.
The courtyard was brightly lit, as if it were daytime, which was very different from the Tongzhi Courtyard just now.
Maids and old women came in and out in an endless stream, some bringing water, some delivering medicine. Wen Yu stood at the door greeting them, not daring to relax for a moment.
Zhibai's painful groans could be heard from the room from time to time, making Wenyu extremely tormented.
She was not very familiar with the government office, and there were not so many female relatives in the Song residence. These people were invited by Lord Mu from outside. Wen Yu breathed a sigh of relief. Lord Mu really solved her urgent problem.
Song Linsheng only told him to go and find a midwife, but who knew he would do the job so well.
When Wen Yu saw that Lord Mu had hired five midwives to deliver the baby, and more than a dozen maids to help, Wen Yu felt relieved.
When someone mentions something, Lord Mu can immediately think of two, three, four, and five things. He is proactive but not rigid. He is truly a rare talent.
Xiyan and Abai went to the kitchen to take care of the medicinal soup and supplements. Lord Mu was guarding outside the courtyard. Wen Yu glanced around and nodded to Mu.
"Then Master Lao Mu is outside!"
"Madam Wen, go in without worry. I'll take care of everything outside."
After hearing what Wen Yu said, she rushed into the temporary delivery room.
"Zhibai!"
Wen Yu walked around the screen. The maids and old women were crowded in the room. Although they were busy, they were making preparations for the birth in an orderly manner.
"Zhibai, how do you feel?"
Wen Yu gripped Zhi Bai's hand tightly; it felt cold, devoid of any warmth. Her heart ached, and she channeled her magical powers. Within moments, a steady stream of heat flowed from her palm into Zhi Bai's body.
"I'm fine."
Although Zhibai was in pain, he endured it and held Wenyu's hand back, while not forgetting to cover Wenyu's fingertips with his wide sleeves.
"It's normal for someone like me to be a little colder than others. Don't worry too much."
She was referring to the fact that she was a reincarnation of a gardenia, and Wen Yu naturally understood what she meant. The body temperature of flower and tree spirits was slightly lower than that of ordinary animals.
But Zhibai's condition is critical now, and Wen Yu continuously supplies her with spiritual power in the hope of alleviating her discomfort.
"Ah——" Zhibai's other hand quickly covered her lower abdomen, where she felt waves of pain. The feeling was like a knife stabbing her, making it unbearable for her. She couldn't help but scream.
"Don't worry, ma'am, don't worry," the midwife at the foot of the bed soothed. "Just bear with it for a while, don't scream, and be sure to conserve your strength!"
"Yes, my lady, don't worry. The fetus is in a perfect position. I think this baby is sensible and won't cause you too much pain."
Although the midwife's words were meant to comfort Zhibai, they also made Wenyu feel more at ease.
Wen Yu's chest was heaving and could not calm down. If her master saw this, he would probably laugh at her and say it was as if she had given birth to a child herself.
Thinking of this, Wen Yu smiled knowingly and finally felt a little relieved.
She didn't know anything about childbirth, so she left it to an experienced midwife. But she knew what Zhibai was most concerned about right now. She was probably on the verge of life and death and in unbearable pain, and the person she was most concerned about was her husband Chen Mian.
"Don't worry, Song Linsheng has already gone to the dungeon to rescue Chen Mian." Wen Yu pinched Zhibai's palm, afraid that she would faint from the pain. "Take good care of yourself. Once the baby is born, the day of family reunion will be just around the corner."
Zhibai held Wenyu's fingertips with his backhand and pinched Wenyu in response.
"I, I know."
"Thank you for planning this for me, Auntie—"
Zhibai's cheeks were flushed, but her body was cold. As the temperature alternated between hot and cold, the strands of hair on her forehead were soaked with sweat.
Wen Yu quickly took out a handkerchief, ran it over hot water and wiped her sweat.
"Why are you calling me aunt again? We agreed long ago that you should just call me Wenyu."
Wen Yu's hands kept moving, rinsing the handkerchief with water and wringing it dry. She pretended to be angry and said, "How can I have the face to call you aunt when you call me like that?"
"You came to the government office to bring me food. Who would have thought that I would frighten you and cause you to have a miscarriage? I have done you harm."
Wen Yu was talking to herself. She and Song Linsheng did not go to the dining room for dinner tonight. Maybe Zhibai didn't know that Xiyan had sent her a meal separately, so he came to the government office with a food box to find her.
Unfortunately, she heard their conversation. Wen Yu suddenly didn't find it strange. If it was Zhibai, it wouldn't matter if she didn't notice the person coming for a while.
However, it was probably because the conversation mentioned Chen Mian that Zhibai had an outlet to vent the worries that had been pent up in her heart for a long time. She was so angry that she had a miscarriage.
“I, I, ah—”
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