"Fourth brother!" Yuan Qingling turned around and gave him a roll of eyes, "It's not that serious, don't talk nonsense."
He is the nervous one.
King An knew that he had made a mistake, so he said calmly: "Yes, it's easy. It's easy. Don't be afraid."
Princess An put her hands on her abdomen and breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm not nervous, I'm looking forward to it, so you don't have to worry, I will try my best to give birth to the child."
King An sneaked over, walked around Yuan Qingling and held her hand. When he saw Yuan Qingling getting up, he hurriedly stepped away, fearing to hinder Yuan Qingling.
Yuan Qingling asked: "How does it hurt now?"
"It doesn't hurt much, it only hurts occasionally." Princess An said, and laughed softly again, "If giving birth only hurts so much, it would be very easy."
"Well, it's almost the same. It hurts a little bit more than you do now." Yuan Qingling saw that she was actually really nervous and was just pretending to be relaxed.
Princess An held her hand and looked at her, "Seeing you here makes me feel at ease. You have given birth to five children, so you have experience."
As soon as these words came out, everyone laughed. Yes, who here is more experienced than the Crown Princess?
After chatting with him for a while, King An asked anxiously: "Now that everyone is here, can we go into the delivery room to give birth?"
The imperial concubine smiled and hit him, "How can we give birth together? I just said that this is a matter of course. Your son hasn't come out yet. He has to wait. It won't be so soon. It's good to be born tonight."
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King An was shocked, "How long will it take? How many hours will it hurt?"
"It's okay, I'm not in much pain." Princess An quickly gave him a comforting look.
King An then leaned over and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?"
"If you can eat it, you still have to eat it." Yuan Qing Ling answered on his behalf.
"Then make arrangements immediately," he said, and then turned back to ask Yuan Qingling, "What do my brothers and sisters think is good to eat?"
Yuan Qing Ling said: "It doesn't matter, you can eat whatever you can."
"Really?" Wang An looked at her suspiciously, always feeling that she was very perfunctory, so he asked uneasily, "Would it be better to drink some ginseng soup?"
"Yes, as long as she wants to eat or drink, she can replenish her strength. She will have to exert her strength in a while and ask someone to prepare some cakes. It doesn't matter if the sugar is heavier." Yuan Qingling simply said a few more words to avoid him.
I kept asking without worry.
"Oh, oh, good!" King An followed the instructions as expected, and immediately turned around and ordered to prepare some various pastries, please make them sweet.
Not long after King An went out to give instructions, Princess Sun and Rong Yue arrived. When they learned that Princess An was about to give birth, they came over with their own thoughts. Princess Sun came to accompany her, and Rong Yue came to celebrate the birth.