"How?" Zhao Zongheng was breathing heavily, staring at the palace door with burning eyes, as if he wanted to drill a hole in the door.
The grandma in charge of the report shook her head and said, "There has been no movement yet. I'm afraid the pregnancy will not be so smooth."
Zhao Zongheng didn't understand those things about childbirth. He just felt a string in his head was tightened. His face turned pale and he looked at Po Wen and said, "What do you mean by this? What's wrong with the Queen!?"
"Your Majesty, please be patient and wait a moment." Po Wen couldn't say more. The abdominal pain was unbearable, but there was no sign of birth.
Time passed bit by bit, but Si Ningchi's hoarse shouting was not heard in the room. For a while, some food was even brought in, and Siningchi took advantage of the break to eat some snacks.
The imperial doctors worked tirelessly to comfort Zhao Zongheng. They were keeping an eye on the child in the Empress's belly from beginning to end. The fetus was stable and the Empress was in good health and would be fine.
Zhao Zongheng, however, couldn't listen to a word and was fidgeting around outside. Anyone could see the emperor's nervousness.
After waiting from afternoon to midnight, the queen in the room finally exerted her strength. Zhao Zongheng's heart clenched when he heard a louder shout. The fist hanging by his side clenched and unclenched.
I opened it and tightened my grip, feeling panic-stricken.
"If you can't give birth, hurry up and call the imperial doctor." The Wen Po, whose hands were covered with blood, walked out of the palace door and said one word that made Zhao Zongheng unsteady.
"Your Majesty?" Wang Chengxiang also panicked. He turned to look at Zhao Zongheng and asked, "The imperial doctors are all men. If they step into the palace...
"Go, go!!!" Zhao Zongheng's eyes turned red, he turned to look at the imperial doctor and said, "I want the queen to be safe and sound."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. The meaning couldn't be more obvious. After all, he is the emperor's first child. The emperor is so decisive. Does he only want the queen?
The imperial doctor who walked into the palace felt as if he was going to die. There were too many changes in the woman's birth, and he really wasn't sure.
When the imperial doctor entered the palace, he did not face the birth directly. Instead, he stood outside the screen separated from the inside, listened to Po Wen's description, and gave instructions on how to deal with it through the screen.
More than an hour passed, and Si Ningchi gradually became exhausted...
"Mother..." The midwife was sweating profusely, looking at the baby who had already given birth to his head. The umbilical cord was tightly wrapped around the neck, and the baby seemed to have suffocated to death.
"Bi... was born..." The person who delivered the baby was stunned. No one expected that the umbilical cord had been wrapped around the child three times. The child was afraid that he would not survive.
For some reason, Si Ningchi tried his best to deliver the baby and then fainted on the spot. The imperial doctor no longer cared about etiquette and rushed forward to give Si Ningchi an injection to avoid postpartum hemorrhage. If the baby could not be saved, the adults would not be able to give birth again.
Just a little bit wrong.
When the midwife knelt in front of Zhao Zongheng holding the dead baby, he couldn't even find his voice for a long time. The waiter beside him turned pale and fell to his knees. His mind was buzzing. He almost thought of it for the first time.
The 'curse' spread in the palace.
Is it true that the heirs of the royal family cannot survive in this world?
The surroundings were silent for a moment, and then they saw Zhao Zongheng stepping past Wen Po and stepping into the palace, leaving everyone kneeling at a loss.
Zhao Zongheng has never faced the dangers of giving birth to a woman. Most of them heard about it through hearsay. Today...