The Concubine in the Coffin

Chapter 1482 Madame is depressed and sick, coupled with nervousness, I'm afraid...

There was a loud noise, and the door of the palace was suddenly knocked open.

Zong Zhengyu stopped his movements abruptly, Feng Canglan suddenly turned his head to look outside.

Outside the hall, the maid who opened the door froze in place, her eyes full of astonishment.

Feng Canglan's eyes flashed, thinking something was wrong, and looked sideways at Zong Zhengyu who was still hugging her.

The moment he saw it, his eyes were slightly startled.

He looks like An Ran now.

Not being exposed, Feng Canglan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were a little more stern and cold, "I don't know if you should knock on the door to inform before entering?"

The maid came back to her senses and lowered her head, "Damn the slave! The slave forgets when she is in a hurry..."

"what's up."

Only then did the maid come to her senses and recall her purpose, "Goddess Canglan, Madam is about to give birth."

Feng Canglan's beautiful eyes brightened slightly, "Yan Xiang is going to give birth?"

"I'm going right now."

She patted Zong Zhengyu on the shoulder to signal to let go, and the bowed maid looked at the two people who were embracing and hurriedly lowered their heads, as if they couldn't see anything.

Zong Zhengyu let go, "I'll go with you."

Feng Canglan paused, glanced at Zong Zhengyu and nodded, "Okay."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to go out. Zong Zhengyu held hands and followed.

The two left side by side holding hands.

The maid followed behind with her head bowed, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the hands she held together and looked up quietly.

Goddess Canglan and this younger sister seem to be too close, not like sisters, but like...

A word popped out of her mind, and the maid hurriedly stopped thinking and bowed her head in shock.

"what!"

"what--"

"It hurts!"

Before reaching the Xiangyun Hall, he heard heart-piercing roars, Feng Canglan accelerated his feet, and when he got outside the hall, he saw Moyu standing at the door.

"What's going on inside?"

Moyu frowned, "It's been a while."

"Sister... Is my sister here!"

Hearing the voice inside, Feng Canglan raised his eyes and responded, "Here we are."

"Sister, come in."

"it is good."

Feng Canglan let go of Zong Zhengyu's hand and was about to go in, but Zong Zhengyu still held it firmly.

She looked back and signaled to let go.

Inside, Yan Xiang was giving birth, and Zong Zhengyu was wearing An Ran's appearance, but he was a man after all, so it was inconvenient to go in.

"I'll go in and see."

Zong Zhengyu didn't insist anymore, and slowly let go of the hand he held, "Okay."

"Good boy." Feng Canglan's lips curved into a smile, and he touched the top of Zong Zhengyu's head, "Wait for sister outside."

She accentuated the word "sister" and entered the hall with a smile.

Seeing Feng Canglan's leaving figure, Zong Zhengyu showed a slight smile with half-downcast eyes.

Entering the hall, Feng Canglan went straight to the sleeping hall, "I'm here."

"Sister!" Yan Xiang grabbed Feng Canglan's arm fiercely, holding it firmly with both hands.

Feng Canglan looked around, sat down beside the bed, and comforted her gently, "Don't be nervous."

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself, like you did the first few times you gave birth."

"Yeah." Yan Xiang nodded heavily, but her hand was even tighter.

She was lying on the bed sweating profusely, and her face was pale and ugly.

Feng Canglan glanced sideways at the delivery person behind, "How is the situation?"

"It's not the first time Yan Xiang gave birth, how could it be so serious."

"This……"

The face of the midwife was pale, even uglier than that of Yan Xiang who was lying on the bed, "Madam is depressed and sick, and I'm afraid..."

The midwife didn't say what was said later, but they all understood what it was.

When Yan Xiang heard these words, she clenched her hands tightly.

Feng Canglan frowned, trying to comfort Yan Xiang softly, "Don't be nervous, I'll be fine here."

"But, maybe only... only, keep one..." A trembling voice followed, and the color of Feng Canglan's eyes changed.

The hand holding the arm suddenly let go.

She looked at Yan Xiang, whose face was as white as paper, and said in a deep voice, "No matter what problems arise, Yan Xiang will be the first to protect."

(End of this chapter)