"Linlang... I hurt so much! My stomach hurts too much! I'm going to kill two people!" Sang Yu, who was on the bed, was already sweating profusely, but still instinctively relied on the hand holding her to cry.

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"Nonsense, as long as I'm here, you and the child will be fine." Linlang comforted her patiently and softly.

She asked Hong Shi to quickly set up firewood, boil a pot of hot water, feed Sang Yu some sugar water, and cut ginseng slices into her mouth.

Sang Yu is only one and a half years older than her, almost fifteen years old.

She has a delicate body shape.

One can imagine what a burden such a pair of twins is for a young girl like her.

So even if Rong Zhaoyi doesn't look for trouble, it won't be that easy for her to give birth this time.

This was also the reason why Linlang watched her diet. No matter how many and good things the Queen Mother rewarded, she would not be allowed to eat too much, in case the fetus was too big and difficult to give birth to.

Fortunately, her fetal position was correct and no surgery was needed.

"It's almost done." Linlang's voice was always calm and calm, "Come on, let's adjust our breathing first."

"Okay, now try harder."

"You've seen the end, just hold on a little longer."

"Wait a minute, mother, don't go to sleep! There is a baby!"

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December, winter.

The emperor of Daqi welcomed his first eldest son.

Princess Zhenmeng also has a younger sister to keep her company.

"You have a son and a daughter. You are really lucky." Linlang took out the soft silk cloth from the basket and wrapped the two little babies.

Then, he carried her to Sang Yu and showed her.

"It's so painful to give birth... I never want to give birth again..." Sang Yu, who had successfully upgraded to the mother of two children, was still crying.

"I'll make up for it with something delicious for you later." Linlang opened the window for ventilation and saw an eye-catching and gorgeous dress from a distance.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly put the two children into the basket and put them on Red Shirt's back.

"Here we come! Go to Tai Hospital now and hide there!"

Hong Shi was startled. Although he looked at her in confusion, he still picked up his back and said, "Linlang, we can't get out at this point, and the doctors can't come in without permission."

"It's okay. Just shout through the distance and call the name of an imperial physician. His name is Qiubai. Just say that I asked him for help!"

"Okay! I'll go now!" Red Shirt seemed to understand something and quickly ran out of the back door.

The bed was still untidy, it was a mess, and the blood was still wet.

Linlang gritted his teeth, rolled up his sleeves and gave himself a knife.

"Linlang?!" Sang Yu quickly wanted to sit up to stop her, but was stopped by her gesture.

"Lie down now. If they come in later, pretend your breathing is weak and pretend you can't give birth. It will hurt to death."

Linlang put the blood into the basin of water, and then smeared it on the bed and her clothes, pretending to be a miserable scene of hemorrhage.

Sang Yu had just given birth and her belly hadn't completely healed yet, so the chance of success in deceiving her was still very high.

"Don't be afraid, it will be fine."

Linlang comforted her, then tore a strip of cloth and tied it around his wound, put down his sleeves, and kicked the basket and basins under the bed.

Then before those footsteps approached, he quickly changed into a look of despair, hugged Sang Yu and began to cry loudly.

"Little Master! Little Master, what's wrong with you?! Blood! Oh my god! So much blood!!"

Linlang didn't believe that the He family could really be powerful enough to surpass the king, nor did she believe that Murong Linshen would really indulge Rong Zhaoyi without any bottom line.
Chapter completed!