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That's obvious. If she could, Xie Ling would naturally be willing.

He knew Song Yunzhi had some strange abilities. "You have a way?"

Song Yunzhi took out a pill. "Your Majesty, if you take this, you will be able to share 99% of the pain my sister is suffering."

As we all know, pain doesn't disappear on its own, but it can be transferred.

The points consumed to transfer pain are one-quarter of those for completely blocking pain. Song Yunzhi has enough points to redeem this.

Qi Yitang was astonished. Such a magical thing existed?

Xie Ling took the pill without hesitation and swallowed it.

Although Xie Ling had always disliked Song Yunzhi, she chose to trust her this time.

He didn't think this person would dare to tamper with the pills; if he did, he wouldn't be able to leave this room alive.

"Yanzhi, you..."

Before Qi Yitang could even speak to stop her, she felt the pain all over her body recede like a receding tide.

Only a faint lingering pain remains, almost negligible.

As for Xie Ling, the moment the pill went down her throat, she felt an intense pain that felt like it was tearing her apart surge up from all over her body, and her face instantly turned pale.

In fact, Xie Ling was already a very patient person; he could remain calm even when surrounded by swords on the battlefield.

But the pain of childbirth is completely different.

It felt like someone was twisting his intestines tighter and tighter, or like someone was hammering his bones inch by inch with an iron hammer.

From the lumbar spine to the fingertips, every inch is screaming and tearing apart.

He groaned, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Qi Yitang even turned around and supported him, asking, "Yanzhi, how are you?"

Xie Ling's temples bulged with veins. After several breaths, he slowly loosened his clenched fists. "It's okay... I can still bear it."

If his wife can handle it, there's no reason why a grown man like him can't.

I was so moved I cried. Many men just say they feel sorry for you, but Wa-ge, you actually came!

[Actually, my words of concern were just a pretense. I remember before I gave birth, I dragged my ex-husband to simulate labor pains, and he ran away after only reaching level four or five.]

When you meet a true couple, nothing else matters.

With Xie Ling helping to bear the pain, Qi Yitang felt much better.

Seeing his tense jaw and the cold sweat beading on his forehead, she turned and supported him, saying with heartache, "Yanzhi..."

The fingertips have already dilated to seven centimeters, and the pain is becoming increasingly intense.

Xie Ling tried her best to keep her voice steady, "It's okay, Tangtang... You've been carrying our child for nine months, I'll share some of the pain, ouch... it's nothing..."

Qi Yitang gripped his hand tightly. "Don't say anything. Let's work together to give birth to the baby quickly."

The couple worked together inside, but the imperial physician in the next room and the crowd waiting outside were somewhat uneasy.

Why is there no sound?

Everyone knew Qi Yitang's personality; she was afraid of being in great pain, and even if she didn't scream loudly, she would still whimper.

But now, it's unusually quiet inside.

Xie Changqing peered anxiously through the crack in the door, "Has the Empress Dowager fainted?"

Princess Anping tapped him on the head. "Watch your eyes."

Xie Changqing belatedly realized that it was inappropriate for him, as the younger brother-in-law, to secretly watch his sister-in-law give birth.

"I'm not looking anymore, sister, don't tell on me, I didn't see anything."

Indeed, I couldn't see it; it was behind screens and curtains, layer upon layer, and I didn't have superhuman vision.

Qi Jiyun had already sought help from Buddha and reached some unknown bodhisattva in some remote corner. When he opened his eyes, he saw a tall figure standing in front of him.

Chi Zheng stood beside him at some point.

Qi Jiyun sat down and leaned his head against her, saying in a muffled voice, "Zhengzheng..."

Chi Zheng did not avoid the question, but said softly, "Your Majesty will be safe."

She reeked of blood. Just as Qi Jiyun was about to ask, she added, "It's not my blood."

That's good.

The autumn wind was chilly, and the lanterns under the eaves swayed gently in the breeze.

I don't know what time it was, I only remember that the hot water was changed basin after basin, and the bloody water inside was brought out basin after basin.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a baby crying finally came from inside, "Wah—"

Then came the nanny's joyful voice, "It's born! It's born!"

She gave birth?!

The crowd, who had been waiting in a daze, instantly snapped back to reality, and Xie Changqing sprang to his feet.

The door opened from the inside, and two maids came out, each carrying a swaddled baby. "Congratulations, Empress Dowager! Her Majesty the Empress has given birth to twins, a boy and a girl!"

The tension that had been hanging in the air finally eased.

Xie Changqing was the first to step forward, "Let me see, let me see!"

"This is the little princess, the older sister, only a moment away from the little prince," the midwife said with a smile.

In all her years of delivering babies, she had never seen such perfectly synchronized twins.

It's common for twins to be born several hours apart, but the little princess had just been born when the little prince slid out right after, as if he couldn't bear to leave his sister.

Even though they already knew they were twins, everyone was still overjoyed when they saw them with their own eyes.

The Empress Dowager held the little prince in her arms, her eyes filled with affection. "Oh my, this little face, it looks exactly like the Emperor's when he was a child..."

Xie Changqing exclaimed in surprise, "So this is what my elder brother looked like when he was a child?"

Li Degui started wiping away tears again, sob sob, finally seeing his obedient and gentle little master.

Meanwhile, the little princess was in Ning Wanrong's arms.

Song Yunzhi went over to take a look, her eyes lighting up. "So cute..."

Princess Anping, who had been traveling all day, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Hopefully, it won't be like that little roe deer, another troublesome one.

Qi Jiyun glanced at her; her little face was rosy and very fair.

One second he was marveling at becoming an uncle, the next he turned and asked, "Where's the Empress? How's my sister?"

The old woman replied, "Her Majesty the Empress is safe and sound, but she is very tired and has already gone to sleep."

She actually wanted to say something else—"Your Majesty is alright. I don't know why His Majesty's face is so pale, as if he has been seriously ill."

But everyone's attention was clearly on the child, so the nanny stopped talking.

After the initial excitement of seeing the child wore off, Xie Changqing asked, "How long has it been? Why hasn't Your Majesty come out yet?"

Just then, with a creak, the delivery room door was pushed open from the inside.

Xie Ling walked out, leaning against the door frame, her face pale and her steps slightly unsteady.

Xie Changqing was startled and quickly went forward with Li Degui, supporting him on either side. They could feel his muscles tense even through his clothes.

"Brother, are you alright?"

The crowd was puzzled. How could a midwife be weaker than someone who had given birth? Was she frightened by the bloody scene?

I told you before that if you can't handle it, don't go to deliver the baby. It's like you're harming him.