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Chapter 113 Is that dead?!

Newborn babies don't cry immediately.

The adults didn't bother to look, they focused on the unconscious He Yunchu, fearing that something might happen to her.

If anyone pays attention at this moment, they will find that Po Wen's hands holding the child are shaking and her face is pale.

"Madam, I will take the young master to clean up."

Zhao Su nodded absently and raised his hand to take He Yunchu's pulse.

Separated by a screen, the sound of water rustled.

Po Wen handed the child to the maid and returned to clean He Yunchu's private parts.

Only then did Meier suddenly realize: "A boy or a girl?"

Po Wen lowered her head a little, without looking at anyone, and replied softly: "Girl, congratulations, madam, congratulations to Miss Seven."

Mei'er and Xiao Liu'er quickly went behind the screen.

A soft white baby was being held by a maid and being washed in a basin of warm water.

Her eyes were half closed, and the top of her hair was a ball of fur, only as big as a maid's hand.

After a while, she burst into tears with a small mouth.

Zhao Su checked his pulse, took the warmed ginseng soup and fed He Yunchu two mouthfuls. Hearing the baby's cry, He Yunchu was about to wake up in a daze.

"Don't move yet." Zhao Su held her down, with tears still on his face: "I'll clean her up and bring her in for you. Let Po Wen clean the placenta for you first."

Po Wen quickly prepared her lower body and stood aside: "Fortunately, it's not serious. Thank God, Miss Seven is still in bed for the time being. I'll leave the young master to the nanny."

At the moment before, the baby was carried behind the screen, and a maid carried a blood-stained basket out the door.

The basket is made of bamboo and covered with a red cotton handkerchief.

There was no baby crying at the door, so Song Zi hurriedly came forward and asked, "Is the baby born?"

The maid lowered her head, straddling the basket on her arm and saluted: "Master Song, I'm pregnant."

At this moment, I don’t know if there was any telepathy, but a magpie called out loudly from the rooftop: “Chi—”

Song Zidu turned around and looked at the roof, excitedly saying: "The magpie announces the good news! Is it a boy or a girl?"

The maid replied: "It's a girl."

"How's Miss Seven?"

The maid spoke a little fast: "Miss Seventh is fine, but she is bleeding a lot and needs to rest."

Before Song Zi could say anything else, she added: "Master Song, this is Miss Seventh's placenta. It is unlucky to be stained with blood. I will deal with it first."

Song Zi's heart dropped to the ground and he waved his hand to let her go.

There was so much commotion today, but luckily there was no danger.

As soon as the maid stepped out of the door, a loud cry from a baby could be heard inside.

And she turned from the backyard to the side door, quickly walked out, and finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

The man under the shade showed half of his face.

The evil and charming man stretched out his hand towards her and smiled, as if the autumn sky had reached the depths of winter: "Give it to me."

The maid held on to the handle of the basket tightly, her face was covered with sweat, and she stared at him with fearful eyes, but she still did not hand it over.

"You have no way out now, you can only give him to me." The man spoke again, like a temptation or a threat.

The maid was trembling all over. This move was a cover-up. Once exposed, she would never be buried!

"Your father and brother are in northern Shanxi. I can't bear your hesitation. Give him to me and they will have enough food and clothing."

"You, you won't... kill him, right?"

"How could it be? It's too late for me to cherish it."

Seemingly knowing that she had no way out, the maid slowly stretched out her hand. The basket reached over her body and was firmly grasped by the man in his hand, and she pulled it over——

It seems that I feel the fluctuation, and the 'placenta' inside makes a small sound like a cat's meow.

The man lifted up a corner of the cotton handkerchief and kicked it with a pair of childish little feet. There was a red cloud-like birthmark on the sole of his right foot.

He raised his lips and smiled, and someone immediately took over behind him.

"Qingli?" A voice called from inside the door: "What are you doing at the side door? There are not enough people in the front yard. Go and help."

The maid Qingli turned around in panic. The fear in her eyes had not yet dissipated, and she subconsciously looked behind her again.

But where are the men?

The breeze blew under the shade of the trees, and everything was empty.

"I'm calling you, what's the matter with you sweating profusely?"

Qingli took two deep breaths, expecting that her companion had not seen the scene clearly, but she was speechless for a while.

"Are you frightened by the scene of giving birth?" The maid who called her came out and patted her shoulder in a funny way: "It's okay, every woman has to go through this and walk through hell."

Qingli was confused and nodded casually.

I walked through the gates of hell, but what was left behind in the house was not my own flesh and blood.

She pinched her nails tightly and felt no pain when they dug into her flesh.

·

Meng Jiaojiao hurriedly entered the palace and was stopped at the palace gate.

"Major General, please leave the horses here, there is no horse racing in the palace!"

"Go away! I'm in a desperate situation. Where is His Royal Highness?"

The guard remained as still as the wind: "Even if it is extremely urgent, there is no horse racing in the palace -"

Meng Jiaojiao was too lazy to talk nonsense. She unsheathed her dagger and pressed it against the guard's neck: "Get out of the way! You can't afford to lose a hundred heads for delaying the emperor's heir!"

The guard was stunned: "Emperor's heir?"

Meng Jiaojiao felt confused: "Didn't someone just come to invite His Highness the Crown Prince? Do you dare to say that you don't know about Miss He Qi's delivery?"

"Are you about to give birth?" The guard was confused: "I have never heard of this - Mrs. Zhao Su left the palace in a hurry not long ago!"

Could it be that the Shadow Guards were afraid of the seriousness of the matter and didn't make it clear to the city gate?

Meng Jiaojiao didn't have time to think too much and used her sword to fend off the guards: "Today I am going to ride a horse in the palace. If anything happens, I will take the responsibility. Get out of the way!"

The sound of horse hooves was fierce as they rushed all the way to the East Palace.

Unexpectedly, things were not peaceful in the East Palace either.

As soon as Meng Jiaojiao got off her horse, she saw the palace servants kneeling on the ground, all of them trembling with fear.

But Cai Bing and Wei Siyun were nowhere to be seen.

"what happened!"

The nun in charge of the East Palace kowtowed to her: "Major General, you'd better go back first. Your Highness will not see anyone today."

Meng Jiaojiao felt strange.

Mu Fengshao said that he sent three batches of shadow guards into the palace, but now no one in the palace seems to have received the news of He Yunchu's birth.

The East Palace was even more silent.

"Your Highness!" Meng Jiaojiao didn't have time to write, so she raised her voice and shouted: "Your Highness! Xiaochu has a difficult delivery outside the palace, why don't you come out of the palace to see her?!"

As soon as she spoke, everyone in the palace looked over in surprise: "What?!"

"Are you really not aware or are you pretending not to know!" Meng Jiaojiao said angrily: "People are now on the line between life and death, and your East Palace is still closed. Do you deny this emperor's heir?"

"But, you don't dare!" The nanny said in horror: "Your Highness just came back from the princess, the princess, she cut her wrists in front of the emperor, and her life was almost at stake!"

This nanny was so frightened that she spoke incoherently: "After receiving the imperial edict granting the marriage, His Highness went to Chengqian Hall to ask the Holy One to take back the marriage. But the princess was present. She said that instead of breaking off the engagement and being ridiculed by the world, it would be better to die.

Well, just, I cut my wrists——"

"Then he's dead?!"
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