Inside, Hui Bin's shouts gradually became quieter.
Ya Ge became more and more anxious, fearing that Su'er would not be able to hold on.
"Wow..." Suddenly, a baby's cry penetrated the sky and resounded through the night.
"Ah, she's born!" Ya Ge and Xuanyuan Yong Ling were overjoyed at the same time, stood up and rushed in.
Mrs. Wen walked out with the child in her arms and bowed to her face.
She beamed with joy: "Congratulations to Your Majesty, Concubine Hua, and Concubine Hui for giving birth to a little prince!"
"Little prince? Yong Ling, you are a father..." Ya Ge happily hugged the child over.
Other women gave birth to children for their beloved men, but Song of Songs should have given birth to a child.
But at this moment, when she looked at this little life, she had no jealousy at all and was filled with satisfaction and joy.
Xuanyuan Yongling reached out and pinched the child's face, and smiled like a child: "I'm going to be a father now, haha... But why is this child so ugly?"
"You..." Ya Ge rolled her eyes at him and laughed and scolded: "A newborn child is just like this. How can a father find his child ugly? You..."
"It's not good, it's not good, your Majesty, your empress, concubine Hui...she fainted!" Another woman came out, worried.
It disturbed the good mood of the two of them.
"No, Su'er is poisoned..." Ya Ge became anxious and put the child in Xuanyuan Yongling's hand, and rushed into the delivery room.
On the bed, the eye-catching blood stained the sheets and quilt.
Hui Bin, how much effort did she put in to finally give birth to the child?
It turns out that this is the mother!
Ya Ge's eyes were moist.
"Su'er, Su'er!" She hugged Hui Bin, who had already fallen into a coma, and called her loudly.
"Sister..." Su'er opened her eyes, feeling extremely weak.
He opened his mouth and spit out black blood.
She stretched out her trembling hand and grabbed Yage, "Sister, be good...and be kind to my...child!"