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Chapter 605 The Legend of Zhen Huan An Lingrong 62

The sweat drops on the midwives' foreheads were like raindrops hitting the window frames outside, and the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating. An Lingrong's cries of pain gradually became weaker, replaced by rapid and shallow breathing, like a dying butterfly, flapping its wings weakly.

Yinzhen held her hand tightly, he could feel the coldness and slipperiness of her palm, that was cold sweat. Fear surged into his heart like a tide, for the first time he felt the threat of death so clearly, so afraid of losing.

"Push harder, my lady, the baby will be out soon!" The midwife's voice trembled a little. They had tried their best, but the baby was still reluctant to come out.

An Lingrong's consciousness had begun to blur. She seemed to be in chaos. The sounds in her ears were sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes clear, and sometimes blurry.

She felt her body being torn apart, and the pain came over her like waves, drowning her. She wanted to shout, but no sound came out. She wanted to move, but she couldn't.

Yinzhen felt heartbroken when he saw An Lingrong in pain. He wished he could bear this pain for her and rescue her from this abyss of pain.

He hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear over and over again: "Rong'er, I'm here, I'm with you, you must hold on, for me, for our child..."

His voice was trembling, with a hint of despair. He had never been so scared, never been so helpless. He hugged An Lingrong tightly, as if he wanted to rub her into his body, let her feel his warmth and strength.

Time seemed to stand still, and the only sounds in the bedroom were An Lingrong's weak breathing and the anxious urging of the midwives. Suddenly, the cry of a baby broke the suffocating silence.

The crying sound was so faint, yet so clear, like a ray of dawn, illuminating the dark chamber. Yinzhen raised his head suddenly, and saw the midwife holding a tiny baby in her arms, wet all over, like a newborn kitten.

The baby's cry was faint, but it was like a shot of cardiotonic force that injected into Yinzhen's numb body. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and gently touched the baby's soft cheek with his fingertips, feeling the weak breath. A warm current surged into his heart, dispelling the fear and despair that enveloped his heart.

"It's a prince..." the midwife reported happily, and handed the wrapped baby carefully to Yinzhen.

Yinzhen took the child and looked at the little life in his arms tenderly. A tear fell from the corner of his eye and fell on the baby's face. He had never thought that he would be so excited and so happy.

However, An Lingrong fell into a coma after the birth of her child. Her face was pale, her lips were chapped, and her breathing was weak, as if she would die at any time.

Yinzhen's heart once again rose to his throat. He handed the child to the nurse, then held An Lingrong's hand tightly and whispered in her ear: "Rong'er, Rong'er, wake up and look at our child..."

The imperial doctors also gathered around to treat An Lingrong. They all looked solemn and did not dare to relax at all.

The atmosphere in the bedroom became tense again.

Yinzhen waited anxiously, and every second seemed as long as a century.

Finally, with the efforts of the imperial doctors, An Lingrong slowly opened her eyes. She looked around in confusion, then her eyes fell on Yinzhen's face and she smiled weakly: "Your Majesty..."

"Rong'er, you're awake!" Yinzhen excitedly held her hand tightly, his voice trembling.

"How do you feel? Is there anything uncomfortable?"

An Lingrong shook her head and wanted to speak, but found that her throat was dry and she couldn't make a sound.

Yinzhen quickly asked someone to bring warm water and carefully fed it to her.

"Child..." An Lingrong uttered these two words with all her might.

Yinzhen quickly held the child in front of her. An Lingrong looked at the sleeping baby in the cradle, and a happy smile appeared on her face. She reached out her hand and gently stroked the baby's soft cheek, her eyes full of maternal radiance.

"He... is so cute..." An Lingrong's voice was weak but full of love.

"I named him Hongyan, which means upright and aboveboard." Yinzhen said gently.

An Lingrong leaned weakly in Yinzhen's arms, looking at Hongyan in his arms tenderly with a slight smile on her lips. She was very weak after giving birth and her face was as pale as paper, but she could not hide the joy of being a mother for the first time.

"Your Majesty, Hongyan... looks so much like you." An Lingrong said softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito's.

Yinzhen smiled softly, his eyes full of tenderness. "My Rong'er has also worked hard."

He gently stroked An Lingrong's hair, his eyes fell on Hong Yan, and a barely perceptible firmness flashed in his eyes. "I have decided to make Hong Yan the crown prince."

When An Lingrong heard this, her body stiffened slightly and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Your Majesty, this... isn't it too early? Hongyan is still so young..."

Yinzhen held An Lingrong's hand tightly, and said in an unquestionable tone: "I have made up my mind. Hongyan is the first child of Rong'er and me. I want to give him the best, including this vast country."

An Lingrong was filled with mixed feelings. She knew that Yinzhen's favor towards her had already surpassed that of other concubines in the harem, and now he was going to pass the throne to their child. This favor touched her but also frightened her.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong choked up, not knowing how to express her feelings.

Yinzhen held her in his arms, patted her back, and said softly: "Rong'er, you don't have to worry too much. I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, I will teach Hongyan well and make him a qualified emperor."

Yinzhen slowly pulled out a bright yellow imperial edict from his sleeve, on which a golden dragon coiled, lifelike. An Lingrong's eyes were attracted by the bright yellow, and a premonition rose in her heart.

"I have another good news to tell Rong'er today." Yinzhen gently unfolded the imperial edict, his voice low and magnetic.

"I have decided to enthrone you as queen."

An Lingrong's breathing stagnated, and a blush appeared on her pale face. This sudden good news caught her off guard. She subconsciously looked at Hongyan in her arms, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes. She knew that Yinzhen's favor for her had already surpassed that of other concubines in the harem, but the position of queen was something she had never dreamed of.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong choked up, wanting to refuse but not knowing how to start.

Yinzhen seemed to see through her thoughts, and he chuckled and hugged her in his arms, "I know what you are thinking, you don't need to worry too much. You deserve this position of queen."

He paused, with a tone of unquestionable firmness: "I want everyone in the world to know that you are the only queen in my heart."