Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 370
The maidservants in the room obeyed Shen Jingshu's instructions and got busy.

She stabbed Princess Duan several times in a row, and Princess Duan, who was exhausted and fell asleep, woke up faintly.

"Princess Duan, don't think about anything now, just concentrate on breathing with your belly."

Concubine Duan was not surprised when a man appeared in front of her eyes, she just breathed out with her abdomen as Shen Jingshu said.

With a focused expression, Shen Jingshu massaged Princess Duan's protruding belly in accordance with the rhythm of Princess Duan's breathing.

After a while, a loud cry rippling in the silent night.

"It's born, it's born! The princess is finally born!"

The servants in the yard cheered excitedly when they heard the baby crying.

Murong Zhe, who had been tense all the time, gradually softened his complexion. In his eyes, there was joy of becoming a father for the first time, but also anxiety about the unknown future.

Where is the road after tonight?
"Congratulations, my lord, the concubine gave birth to a little princess, and the mother and daughter are safe."

After a while, the maid beside the princess came out to report.

Murong Zhe's eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded.

"Well, the king knows, take good care of the princess."

The maid dressed herself and retreated into the house.

At this time, Shen Jingshu had finished his busy work, and came out with the curtain hanging.

"Congratulations to Duan Wang for his daughter." Shen Jingshu congratulated.

Murong Zhe stared at her, his dark eyes shone with sincerity, "Thank you."

After being startled, she smiled "haha".

"The prince is too polite. I saved the princess and the little princess just to save my life."

His throat was rolling, and Murong Zhe was about to say something more, at this moment, the guards of the palace came to report: "My lord, it's not good, His Highness Prince Gong has come down, my subordinates see that he is aggressive, I am afraid that the person who came is not good!"

Shen Jingshu smiled, and calmly returned to the stone bench before and sat down.

And it wasn't until this moment that the servants in the courtyard noticed that there was another person beside her.

Although he couldn't see the person's appearance, but looking at the four-clawed golden python pattern on the brocade robe, and the underage body, he was clearly the Thirteenth Prince!
All kinds of bad guesses surged in everyone's minds.

What happened at the celebration banquet tonight, why did the prince come back so early?

And why did the thirteenth prince come to Duanwang's mansion, and he was still in a coma, and who was that young man in Tsing Yi?

After taking a look at Shen Jing's book and instructing Lei Ming to take good care of her and Murong Di, Murong Zhe strode out of the yard and came to the gate of the mansion.

"Seventh brother, you are here, so who is staying at the gate of the palace to stop those Imperial Forest Army?"

"Where is Shen Jingshu!" Murong Li didn't answer his question.

He looked down at Murong Li condescendingly, and after a while, he suddenly said: "I found that in your heart, quiet writing is far more important than Thirteenth Brother. The first thing you care about is him, not Thirteenth Brother."

"Who I care about and who I don't care about, you don't need to worry about that!" Murong snorted coldly.

"The only thing you need to care about is to ensure that Shen Jingshu and Thirteenth Brother are safe and sound. Otherwise, I guarantee that you, your princess, and the newly born little prince will not be able to leave the capital!"

Murong Zhe's face was pale, "Seventh brother, you don't need to threaten me, since they are the bargaining chips for me to leave alive, then before I leave safely, I will not touch a single hair of them."

"What you said before, you'd better do what you say!" Murong Li said in a cold voice.

Speaking of this, the two of them didn't speak for a while, and they just confronted each other silently.

After an unknown amount of time, a black shadow flew over from the roof in the distance, and the sound of the wind was bitter, like a cold light piercing the sky.

(End of this chapter)