Another maid from Phoenix Garden had brought a basin of hot water to the door, and maid Feicui took it and carried it into the room.
In the room, Feng Jingyun was lying on the bed, and Jun Mo Shang was standing beside the bed. His pale face was filled with nervousness at some point, "Feng Jingyun, don't be nervous..."
She smiled palely, "I'm not nervous, it's you who are."
He stretched out his white hand to touch her belly, but seemed to be afraid of hurting her, so he took it back halfway and asked, "Are you in pain?"
The pain of giving birth had just begun and she could still bear it. However, she didn't want him to have it too easy, so she nodded, "Yeah."
"Yun'er..." Jun Youqi also entered the room eagerly, "You... you have to bear it... bear it, the baby will be born soon..."
"This master..." The only stable woman in the room was unhappy. She didn't recognize the man in the room as the emperor. "You are not a woman, and you can't give birth to children. What nonsense are you talking about? Women should work hard to give birth to children.
You have to use force when you need to. When you shouldn’t use force, you can’t use it randomly, you have to save your energy. If you talk nonsense, can you bear the consequences if something goes wrong?”
In normal times, anyone who dared to talk to the emperor like this would have been taken out and beheaded long ago. But Jun Youqi turned pale, hurriedly slapped his own face, and said to Feng Jingyun in a panic, "Yun
Er, Yun'er, don't believe what I just said, I have no experience, I'm afraid... I... I..."
Wen Po glanced at Jun Youqi suspiciously and asked Xiao Shunzi, "Why does he call himself 'I'? That is the only self-proclaimed name of an emperor. He...he can't be..."
"He is the Emperor of Qi Tianguo." Xiao Shunzi answered honestly.
Wenpo, who was about fifty or sixty years old, was so frightened that she quickly knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me... I didn't know you were the Emperor..."
Jun Youqi lifted her up with the folding fan in his hand, "Get her up. As long as Yun'er gives birth safely, let alone spare your life, I will reward you heavily!"
He was timid and felt dirty after touching someone else's fan, so he simply threw the fan in his hand to the ground. He was afraid that the fan would get in the way, so he simply kicked the fan into a corner.
"Yes, yes." Wen Po agreed quickly.
Jun Mo Shang's spirit was unknowingly tense to the extreme. He stared at Feng Jingyun momentarily, wishing he could hurt her instead.
He didn't know why, even though she was not pregnant with his child, he was still afraid that she would make any mistakes. There was a voice in his heart telling him clearly that if she...
There are many examples of pregnant women dying in childbirth. If she died, he clearly felt that he would not survive at all!
No matter what, he can't lose her!
"You'll be fine...it must be fine..." He was so tight that his teeth were trembling.
She smiled slightly, "It's not like going to the guillotine." Seeing that he was so nervous that the veins on his forehead were showing, she held his broad and thick palm with her little hand, "Relax..."
Looking at her beautiful face and gentle eyes, he felt dazed for a moment. A picture flashed through his mind:
His big palm gently stroked her long black hair, "If I could have a daughter as beautiful and intelligent as you... I would love her very much..."
She straightened his head, with a serious look on her face, "Jun Mo Shang, listen carefully, no matter whether our child is a boy or a girl, no matter what he looks like, you must love him, because
