The bloodthirsty prince and the cold concubine

Chapter 672 Xia Yiyu is about to give birth
"Okay, then you..." Lan Zihan nodded, before she was interrupted by a muffled hum.

"Hmm..." Xia Yiyu's body froze, she covered her stomach with her small hands, and frowned.

Leng Yufeng, who was at the side, was the first to react, and quickly sent the Fengjin in his arms into Leng Yichen's arms, supported Xia Yiyu's body, and asked worriedly: "Yu'er, what's the matter, what's wrong? ?”

This situation doesn't look like the usual child's expression when he kicked her, with a pained look on his brows and slightly widened eyes, that's...

"She's about to give birth, hurry up and take her to the room and prepare hot water." Mo Wuchen's voice sounded at the right time, which also resolved everyone's doubts.

"Yu'er, hold on for a while." Leng Yufeng picked up Xia Yiyu's body and ran towards the nearest room, with an anxious expression on his face, which had long since lost the warm and cheerful expression of talking and laughing.

His brows were almost wrinkled into a Sichuan character, he was really afraid of something, and he was about to give birth not long after leaving the palace.

The maids on the side had already been ordered by Lan Zihan to boil hot water.

"Wuchen, go and help the emperor's wife deliver the baby." Lan Zihan stared at Zi Mo Wuchen with her phoenix eyes, with a serious expression in her eyes.

There is no imperial doctor better than Mo Wuchen. In her situation, Mo Wuchen delivered the baby. The mother and child are safe, so he is most at ease in handing Xia Yiyu to him.

"Okay." Mo Wuchen nodded, he would never refuse anything she asked him to do.

A group of people gathered at the door of Xia Yiyu's room, but they all waited outside the room without going in to disturb them.

People say that when the wife is giving birth, the husband cannot enter, which is unlucky.

But this is obviously not a problem here, Leng Yufeng has already entered the delivery room to accompany Xia Yiyu.

In the room, there was a strong smell of blood, and the faces of the women on the bed were all pained, their small faces were almost wrinkled together, and a pair of white and slender fingers tightly grasped the bedding.

"Ah..." Xia Yiyu cried out in pain, her voice trembling.

"Yu'er, I'm here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Leng Yufeng squatted on the edge of the bed, looking at her pale face, bloodless lips, complexion contorted together by pain, feeling infinite distress in her heart, And full of worries.
"Yu... Feng..." Xia Yiyu grabbed Leng Yufeng's hand, clenched it unconsciously, increased her strength, her body couldn't stop shaking, and the painful expression on her face was so obvious.

"I'm here, I'm here, it's okay, don't be afraid, you'll be fine." Leng Yufeng said comfortingly, holding Xia Yiyu's hand tightly behind his back.

"Take a deep breath, and then exhale. You have to use your strength to make the child come out." Mo Wuchen looked at Xia Yiyu's pale face, his brows furrowed slightly, and he turned to look at Leng Yufeng: "Feed the pill I gave you to her now." Taking three pills is good for your body."

Leng Yufeng's eyes lit up, he nodded, took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom, filled three pills, carefully stuffed them into Xia Yiyu's mouth, and at the same time brought a glass of water to lift her up, and fed her to swallow.

Xia Yiyu was lying on the bed, gasping for breath, her chest was rising and falling, her brows were tightly wrinkled, and the tiredness in her eyes was so obvious.

"Put harder, otherwise the child will be in danger." Mo Wuchen looked at Xia Yiyu with his eyes and said in a deep voice.

What he said was not a lie. If the child stayed in it for too long, he would die of suffocation.

(End of this chapter)