"Mother, please don't faint, use your strength!" Wen Po next to me tried her best to cheer me up.

Am I about to give birth?

But the baby is only eight months old. There is an old saying that goes: seven months old and eight months old, which means that a seven-month-old baby can survive, but an eight-month-old baby cannot survive.

But right now, I no longer care about whether the baby will survive after birth, and I am almost fainting from the pain.

Fortunately, it was not the first time. I remember it took me almost three days and three nights to give birth to Xiao Zheng. I should have done it faster this time. Seeing that it was getting dark, Ying Zheng was pacing back and forth outside the palace. There were several times when he had to rush in.

He entered, but was blocked by Wen Po and the chambermaids.

I exerted myself again and again, until I was so tired that I was covered in sweat, but I heard a woman next to me stand up in panic and shout: "Oh, what should I do?"

Seeing her running quickly out of the palace, he said urgently: "Your Majesty, the fetus in the belly is not in the right position and the umbilical cord is wrapped around the neck. I am afraid that I can only save one adult and one child."

"Master Bao, we must save you first." Ying Zheng's voice came without hesitation. Tears fell from my eyes. My baby, mother doesn't want to lose you.

"Save the child, don't give up on her, let me try again." I tried my best to raise my hand to catch Wen Po who had just returned to me and begged.

Wen Po hesitated for a while, then looked at my tears and determination, "Then let's try again, we must use force, inhale and push out hard."

I kept trying, inhaling, pushing harder, breathing in again, pushing harder, never giving up. I can't give up on her just like this. My unborn child has already lost Xiao Zheng. I can't lose her again. Maybe God heard

The prayer in my heart was accompanied by a huge pain and something was discharged from my body.

"It's born, it's born, it's a little princess." Next to me, Mrs. Wen happily held the child to meet her father, while I closed my eyes exhausted and finally fell asleep.

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In the dream, I saw Ying Zheng standing in front of me with a child carved in pink and jade, with a happy face on his face.

I asked him to hand the baby to me and wanted to feed the baby, but when I took the baby, I saw that the baby looked lifeless and lifeless.

I raised my head in horror and shouted to Ying Zheng: "Child, our child, what happened to her?"

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"Qingchi, wake up." It was Ying Zheng's voice. I reluctantly opened my eyes. I was so frightened by the nightmare that I was covered in cold sweat. Ying Zheng was wiping the sweat on my forehead with a cloth.

I stopped his hand and smiled, "I want to see the child."

"She's fine, don't worry, come and have something to eat." Ying Zheng brought the spoon filled with supplements to my mouth, and I ate it obediently, but I didn't see the child, so I was still feeling uneasy.

My body had been changed into clean clothes, but my body was still wet and sticky, and warm liquid kept flowing out. I felt very strange.

After taking the supplements, I said to Ying Zheng a little weakly: "A Zheng, I want to see the child."

"Don't worry, she's taking a bath. I'll show you later. You should sleep well for a while." Ying Zheng gently stroked my hand and leaned over to cover me with a quilt. He then pulled down the bed curtains and sat on the bed.

The one on the side looked at me lovingly.

Under his loving gaze, I closed my eyes and fell asleep again.
Chapter completed!