Yuan Qingling's contractions began to intensify, and the pain gradually became obvious. People in the room did not know the light outside, and everyone only looked at Yuan Qingling with fear.
But for a moment, the eyes suddenly lit up, and then the light disappeared, like an hallucination, making people feel like they were in a dream.
Before everyone could recover, Yuan Qingling's abdominal pain worsened and she screamed in pain. Everyone looked at her hurriedly.
Grandma held her hand and comforted her softly, "Don't panic, Grandma is here, just push hard, adjust your breathing, start exhaling and inhaling along with the contraction..."
When the painful cry came, Yu Wenhao's heart was raised. He put his ear against the door and mobilized all his inner strength to listen to the sound inside. He was so anxious that he was sweating profusely.
Peace is good, peace is good, he repeated these words in his heart.
The children also gathered around him, praying silently and praying with him. Now they no longer ask for a younger brother or a younger sister, but only ask that the mother can give birth to the child safely.
It was not very difficult for Yuan Qingling to give birth to her second child. She thought that the third child would be easier. However, the pain gradually became more intense and became unbearable. She clutched the quilt with both hands and listened to Po Wen and grandma's words.
She breathed deeply, pushed down, and the female relatives in the room also silently cheered her up.
Finally, before the birth of Haizi, a loud cry was heard, but it was like the sound of nature, reverberating in everyone's ears.
"It's born, it's born!" Everyone said in surprise. When they looked up, they found that the strange color in the sky had disappeared, leaving only the light red color, which was gradually fading away.
Yu Wenhao relaxed his palms and subconsciously wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then he felt his back became wet for a while, his legs became weak, and he finally gave birth.
This cry was so loud that he thought it must be a son, but it didn't matter, it didn't matter, as long as the mother and son were safe.
"Qiluo, Qiluo, how is the Crown Princess?" He knocked on the door and asked.
Qiluo responded from inside, "Your Highness, don't worry, the Crown Princess is fine. Please wait a moment and you can come in after you have packed up!"
Only then did Yu Wenhao completely let go. He turned around to accept the congratulations from his brothers. As he let go of his worries, joy slowly appeared on his face. He subconsciously raised his head, and the sky turned dark and silent. The strange light just now seemed like a dream.
Xu Yi also seemed very excited. He said: "The cry just now was so loud, it seems that it must be a kid."
"Same, same." At this moment, Yu Wenhao also felt that his previous obsession was useless, and his son was just as good.
Dim Sum and Er Bao looked at each other, both a little disappointed. Children always look forward to having a younger sister.
After about a stick of incense, the door opened, and his grandmother and Qiluo came out, looking at Yu Wenhao with a smile, "Congratulations to the prince, he is a father again!"
Yu Wenhao's heart flew in early, he turned around and called Tang Yang to reward him, and then he couldn't wait to go in quickly, followed by Dian Xin and Er Bao.
When the female relatives in the house saw him coming in, they all smiled and said congratulations, and then walked out, leaving space for the family to have a good conversation.
The blood in the house had been cleaned up, and Yuan Qingling was lying on the bed, a little tired and pale, looking tenderly at the child placed next to her. The child was wrapped in swaddling clothes. It had stopped crying and was sleeping with its eyes closed.
Yu Wenhao walked over quickly, held her hand and kissed her on the forehead. Regardless of the presence of others, he leaned over and hugged her, "Old Yuan, how do you feel? Does it still hurt?"