Yan Ruoling cried and nodded, and saw a masked man in black standing behind Han Qiancheng with a knife in his hand.
Seeing the man in black raise the knife in his hand and slash at him: "No!"
She yelled and pushed with all her strength, and then she heard a "wow" sound and the baby's cry echoed throughout the delivery room.
Xin Ruyi was overjoyed: "It's happening, it's happening."
She hurriedly cut off the child's umbilical cord, wrapped the child in swaddling clothes and said to Yan Ruoling, "It's a daughter."
Yan Ruoling relaxed all over, gave up her strength, and fell into Han Qiancheng's arms.
The assassin in the room also took off the black scarf on his face, it was Yan Jingxuan.
This was Xiao Chengyi's idea for him, asking him to pretend to be an assassin and assassinate Han Qiancheng in order to stimulate Ruo Ling, let alone succeed.
When Han Qiancheng saw that the child was born safely, he was very happy and said to Yan Ruoling: "Ling'er, did you hear that? We have a daughter."
Yan Ruoling's eyes lit up slightly. She looked at the child handed over by Xin Ruyi. Her face was still a little dirty, and she couldn't tell who it looked like.
But seeing that the child was safe and healthy, she finally felt relieved.
But her vision was getting blurry, as if something was passing by bit by bit.
"Uncle Junior, it's not good, the princess has suffered a collapse of blood!"
Feng Changling looked at the unstoppable blood under Yan Ruoling's body, which dyed the bed red.
Xin Ruyi was shocked. She hurriedly gave the child to Yan Jingxuan, then checked Yan Ruoling's condition and saw that she was a little confused.
"Ling'er, Ling'er."
Han Qiancheng hugged Yan Ruoling, his heart suddenly clenched, and he cried: "Don't sleep, you talk to me, Ling'er."
Yan Ruoling heard his voice and barely let herself fall asleep. She said: "Brother Han, I hated you. I once thought about never seeing you again, but I couldn't bear to do it.
I have loved you for so many years and can no longer let go of you. If...if there is an afterlife, would you love me first?"
Han Qiancheng cried bitterly: "I don't want any afterlife, I want you to be with me in this life, never leave me, Linger, don't leave me alone, I will never live without you."
Do you know how cold it is at night in Fansheng Temple? Do you know how many floor tiles there are in the hall? Do you know how much I miss you every day?
Ling'er, the life of Qingdeng Ancient Buddha is too hard, I can't stand it any longer. Wherever you go from now on, I will go, and we will never be separated again."
When Yan Ruoling heard what he said, tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She thought that she would be willful for the last time and let her brother Han stay with her life and death.
She smiled and said: "Okay."
Saying "hello" exhausted her last bit of strength, and her eyelids sank and she fell into Han Qiancheng's arms.
"Ling'er, Ling'er."
Han Qiancheng called her name, but the person in his arms didn't respond.
Xin Ruyi said to Yan Jing: "Take him out."
Yan Jingxuan pulled Han Qiancheng, but he hugged Yan Ruoling tightly and refused to let go. He punched him in the face: "You are hurting her by doing this."
Han Qiancheng finally came to his senses. He let go of Yan Ruoling and watched Xin Ruyi hurriedly insert needles into her body.
Yan Jingxuan hugged the child and dragged him out of the room.
The sky was originally sunny, but suddenly the sky changed suddenly, and the raindrops fell like tears from the sky.