Yun Jiao leaned in Wanyan Zhang’s embrace, gripping his arm tightly, and stamred, "Prince, I’m begging you, please, won’t you promise ? Don’t pursue them anymore, just let them go."
Wanyan Zhang was both angry and anxious. Even at a ti like this, she was still thinking about her family!
Wanyan Zhang gritted his teeth, wanting to forbid it.
But as he looked down at Yun Jiao, her eyes were filled with a plea.
The hand he held under her knees was now covered with sothing sticky.
He had never seen a woman give birth before. When the Princess gave birth to his son, he wasn’t even in Huining; by the ti he returned, his son was nearly a year old.
He felt the warmth of blood in his palm, the blood trickling down his hand, and he thought that the woman in his arms might die at any mont.
Wanyan Zhang’s voice trembled, "I won’t pursue them. I’ll let them go!"
He looked down at her, "I promise you, you— you must be okay."
Yun Jiao struggled to speak, "Thank you... Prince."
"I... my stomach hurts so much..."
Wanyan Zhang carried her into the delivery room that had been prepared and laid her on the bed, gripping her hand tightly, "Is the pain severe?"
"Does holding on to help? You can use as much strength as you need."
Yun Jiao let out an involuntary cry of pain, her fingernails digging deeply into his flesh, leaving bloody marks on the back of his hand.
Doctor Chen arrived first and took a look at the situation, "Madam is about to give birth. Prince, there is no need to worry too much; won lose blood during childbirth."
At that mont, two midwives also hurried over.
Seeing the pool of blood beneath Yun Jiao, one of the midwives hastily said, "Prince, please leave, madam is about to give birth."
Wanyan Zhang held on to Yun Jiao’s hand, unwilling to let go.
Yun Jiao forcefully pulled her hand away and turned her head to the side, "Leave, you leave, I don’t want you to see in such a disheveled state."
Wanyan Zhang hesitated for a mont, "Alright, I’ll be next door, don’t be afraid."
Once Wanyan Zhang stepped out, Yang Ying quickly shut the door.
One midwife helped Yun Jiao remove her pants, while the other hurriedly boiled scissors in a kettle.
Yun Jiao had already prepared disinfectant, ginseng slices, new scissors, and swaddling clothes in the delivery room.
Yun Jiao had also explained to Yang Ying how to use the disinfectant.
Yun Jiao lay on the maternity bed, gasping for breath from the pain.
A midwife ca over to check on her, "It’ll be soon. If madam can’t bear it, just scream, screaming will make it hurt less."
Yun Jiao couldn’t stop her groans, her voice rising and falling.
In the adjacent room, Wanyan Zhang paced anxiously back and forth like a trapped beast.
The Princess, having received the news, quickly arrived with the nanny, as it was her responsibility as the mistress to ensure everything was handled properly during the concubine’s childbirth.
She softly said to Wanyan Zhang, "Prince, Nanny Xu by my side knows so dical principles. She was present when my mother and I gave birth to several children, including Jing Er."
"Perhaps, let Nanny Xu go in to help monitor?"
Wanyan Zhang abruptly turned his head and stared intently at the Princess, "No need."
Just then, Yun Jiao’s moans could be heard again through the wall, capturing all of Wanyan Zhang’s attention. His fists unconsciously clenched tighter.
The Princess’s gaze suddenly fell on the back of Wanyan Zhang’s hand, and she gasped, "Prince, your hand—"
Only then did Wanyan Zhang look down at his own hand, seeing several bloodstains on the back, with droplets of blood still seeping out.
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