Expensive marriage: The concubine is begging for peace again today

Chapter 299 Pregnancy and Death
At the insistence of Jin Wang and others, the little emperor agreed to send an investigation team composed of the censor of the capital and the officials of the Ministry of punishment, and the officers and soldiers who escorted the grain and grass to investigate along the way.

The leader of the investigation team is Prince Changshan, and the leader of the escort is King Runan.

The son of Prince Changshan belonged to the faction of King Jin, while King Runan was a grasshopper.

On the afternoon of the day they set off, Song Yirou, who was going out to watch a play without arguing, slipped and fell when she walked to the second gate, resulting in premature delivery.

After being sent to the hastily arranged delivery room, Song Yirou yelled, "It hurts me to death, I won't give birth, I won't give birth."

But can you say that if you don't have a baby, you won't have a baby?
This is so painful to talk nonsense.

Although Song Yirou's birth was sudden, the Second Mrs. Song had already found a stable woman for her. As soon as she started, the two stable women were taken into the house.

Mrs. Song Er also arranged for two confidantes to take care of her in the delivery room.

The younger Wen Po persuaded her: "Young Mistress, giving birth is always so painful, bear with it, don't shout, if you are tired of shouting, you won't have the strength to give birth."

Song Yirou is not a person who listens to persuasion, not to mention the pain is still severe, but she yelled louder, "It hurts, why is it so painful? Don't press my stomach, it hurts, it hurts."

"I'm helping you with the delivery." The young woman explained.

"Then why is it so painful? Can you do it?" Song Yirou roared.

"Let me do it, your tricks are too heavy, the young mistress can't stand it." The older Mrs. Wen gave the young Mrs. Wen a tug.

The young Wen Po backed away, and the older Wen Po stepped forward, putting her hands on Song Yirou's stomach, rubbing and pressing gently.

Her technique was indeed better than that of the young steady woman, but Song Yirou still screamed in pain.

"Girl, it's really hard." One of the women wiped her sweat with a handkerchief.

The young steady lady lifted a corner of the quilt, looked at it, and said, "Sister-in-law Qu, the cervix has not been fully opened, and the baby can't come out, what should I do?"

"Don't panic." Elder Wen Po glared at her, "Young Mistress, you heard me, gather up some strength, don't shout, there is still work to be done."

Song Yirou didn't hear it, she was still screaming for pain, screaming hoarsely.

Her cry made the Second Mrs. Song, who was guarding outside, distressed and flustered, "Rou'er, my Rou'er."

Pots of clean hot water went in one after another, and pots of bloody water came out one after another.

The Second Mrs. Song twisted her hands together, "Why haven't you given birth yet?"

After shouting for an hour, Song Yirou's voice was hoarse, but the cervix was not fully opened yet.

The young Wen Po said anxiously: "Sister-in-law Qu, it's been so long, the cervix has not been opened yet, and the amniotic fluid is almost drained."

"What's the rush? It's common for a child to be born for a few days and nights. How long is this?" the older Wen Po said calmly.

Hearing what she said, the young woman's expression relaxed.

During Song Yirou's painful delivery, Zhao Xifang was in a good mood and rewarded Fang Youting with a satin with a new pattern in Yu Wang's mansion. The reason was: "Mrs. Fang has worked hard to give birth to the prince's heir."

Seeing the ginger satin, Fang Youting sneered, "I don't know where our good princess found such a good satin?"

At her age, wearing this color of clothes is too old-fashioned, Zhao Xifang rewarded her with this color of satin, it was to dissuade her.

No matter how dissatisfied she was with Zhao Xifang, Fang Youting had to endure it and go to the main courtyard to thank her.

"The mansion has distributed the materials to the concubine long ago, and the concubine rewarded the concubine with materials from the private treasury. The concubine is flattered, and the belly of the concubine is getting bigger, so I can't wear any good materials."

Zhao Xifang looked at her swollen belly with hatred in her eyes, but said: "There are too many fabrics, and I can't wear them all. It will look ugly after a long time."

Picking up the cup and sipping tea, "It's better to wear it on your body than to waste it at the bottom of the box, right?"

"The princess is right." Fang Youting replied.

"The material is yours, and it's yours. You can cut it whenever you want. Let me see the color, it matches you very well."

"Princess has a unique eye." Fang Youting praised and mocked secretly.

Zhao Xifang snorted coldly, of course she could hear Fang Youting mocking her, but she was in a good mood today and didn't care about her.

"If you don't like the craftsmanship of the embroidery lady in the house, then please ask the lady from the embroidery workshop outside to do it for you." Zhao Xifang dug a hole for Fang Youting.

"Thank you for your kindness, my concubine, I am ashamed to accept it." Fang Youting pulled out a thousand catties.

After the wives and concubines exchanged words, Zhao Xifang lost interest and said, "Go back and take care of yourself."

Fang Youting stood up and slightly bent her knees, "I will resign as a concubine."

When she left, Zhao Xifang called the maidservant in, "Did Song Yirou give birth?"

"The Song family hasn't hung anything yet."

Zhao Xifang snorted coldly, "Song Yirou's pregnant is a wild species. Even if she gave birth, the Song family would not have the face to hang things up. They would just watch at the corner gate to see if the Song family had sent the stable woman out."

"Someone is staring at the corner gate, and he hasn't come back to report, and he hasn't died yet."

It was true that Song Yirou hadn't given birth to a child yet, she yelled so much that she lost all strength and her voice was hoarse, so she could only whimper.

The worried Mrs. Song Er was asking why the child hadn't been born after such a long time?

I heard the terrified voice of Mrs. Wen inside, "No, it's stepping on the lotus with one foot."

"What to do, what to do?" one of the confidantes asked anxiously.

Naturally delivered babies are all head-positioned. Stepping on the lotus with one foot means that one foot of the child has come out of the cervix. This is the foot position.

"Don't panic, I will stuff the child's feet in and try to turn the child around in the stomach."

Wen Po had tossed a lot in the delivery room, and the baby in her stomach failed to turn into the head. ,

"Sister-in-law Qu, it's not good, it's bleeding, a lot of blood."

"Don't panic, don't panic, I'll take a look."

The delivery room was in turmoil. During the chaos, the young woman Wen saw that the baby's head had come out, but Mrs. Qu stuffed the baby back into the mother's stomach.

The young steady woman looked at Mrs. Qu in disbelief, but she kept using tricks to prevent the child from coming out.

Song Yirou was in pain for too long, and wailing for so long, her whole body was in a daze, and she didn't realize that Mrs. Qu was playing tricks.

"I won't give birth, I won't give birth, I won't give birth." Song Yirou's breath was weak, her lips opened and closed, her voice was like mosquitoes and ants, and the people around her couldn't hear it at all.

Of course I heard it, but it's useless, the child must be born.

Another hour passed, the sky was getting dark, and the twilight was sinking.

It was the next day that Jiang Changning found out that Song Yirou had passed away in dystocia, with one dead body and two lives.

Xiaochun didn't intend to tell her the bad news, she was pregnant, so she was afraid of frightening her.

However, Jiang Changning kept asking, Xiaochun had no choice but to speak.

"My son's birthday, my mother's hard day, my son is born, and my mother is about to die." Jiang Changning sighed a few words, and asked people to prepare a gift, and when the Song family hung a white flag, they sent it to them.

Song Yirou's death in this way was unexpected by Jiang Changning and expected by Zhao Xifang.

(End of this chapter)