Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

Even though the palace was full of carefully selected midwives with rich experience.

Even though he knew that with Yuan Ziying there, His Majesty would be safe with both mother and child, Feng Yaoguang still couldn't help but worry, and his legs even softened imperceptibly.

For some reason, he always had an indescribable feeling in recent days, and occasionally he would hear a strange voice in his ears. He kept begging His Majesty not to leave, not to leave him, as if he and His Majesty had been separated before and had experienced life and death separation.

That kind of unforgettable pain lingered in his heart and could not be shaken off.

The closer it was to delivery, the more uneasy this was.

Feng Yaoguang thought this was an ominous sign, and he was always uneasy in recent days. Fortunately, Yuan Ziying repeatedly comforted him, saying that His Majesty's fetal position was very correct, the child was of the right size, and it would not cause any particularly big difficulties in childbirth.

And the child was already pregnant, and the fully developed child could not disappear at will in the mother's body. Worrying too much would be bad, in case it affected His Majesty's mood...Feng Yaoguang forced himself to calm down.

But when it really came to this moment, he still couldn't avoid feeling anxious and panic.

Fortunately, good people have their own blessings.

I don't know whether it was the Queen's fate or the God heard his prayers. After two hours of torture, a baby's cry finally rang out in the palace: "Ah!"

That loud voice, that kind voice, made Feng Yaoguang come alive.

He had never thought that a newborn baby's voice could be so beautiful, as if it could bring him infinite hope.

The palace door was opened from the inside, and Feng Yaoguang was about to rush in.

Yuan Ziying poked her head out: "Your Majesty gave birth to the eldest son of the emperor, and the mother and child are safe. The emperor's husband doesn't need to worry, but His Majesty still needs to clean up, so you shouldn't come in for the time being."

After saying that, he closed the door again.

Feng Yaoguang watched the palace door being closed, and after a moment of silence, he breathed a sigh of relief.

His steps were a little weak, and he turned and walked to the side of the stone steps and sat down, not blocking the way when the palace maids needed to go in and out.

Knowing that both mother and child were safe, he calmed down and had time to think about whether the pain of separation from life and death that appeared from time to time was an illusion of his excessive worry or a real sign?

The palace was busy in an orderly manner.

After another half an hour, the palace door opened again.

"My Lord." A maid came out and bowed, "You can go in now."

Feng Yaoguang stood up, straightened her robe, and stepped into the palace door.

The windows of the outer hall were all open, and the windows inside were also opened a little, but the curtains were put down to prevent His Majesty from blowing the wind after giving birth.

The bloody smell was blown away a little, but it was still very strong.

Feng Yaoguang walked to the bed and looked at Yan Donghuang, who was lying on the bed comfortably after being scrubbed. Her face was pale and colorless, and it was a weak state that Feng Yaoguang had never seen since he met her.

It can be seen how much damage childbirth causes to women.

"Your Majesty." Feng Yaoguang knelt down and held her hand tightly, "Is it very hard?"

"Aren't you asking even though you already know the answer?" Yan Donghuang glanced at him, "Have you seen the child?"

Feng Yaoguang pursed his lips: "Not yet."

Yuan Ziying brought the child over: "The little prince is so handsome, does the emperor want to hold him?"

Feng Yaoguang stood up and took his son, looked at the little person in the cradle, then turned to look at Yan Donghuang's face, which was still beautiful even though it was pale and weak, with a slightly hesitant look: "Who does this child look like?"

Yuan Ziying replied: "Your Majesty and the emperor's child, of course he looks like you."

Feng Yaoguang pursed his lips and stared at his son's palm-sized face, frowning tightly, his son seemed a little ugly.

Is he that ugly?