bayedsolid Chapter 398 The Empress Gives Birth 1
Chapter 398 The Empress Gives Birth 1
Duke Su narrowed his eyes slightly, gently shook his folding fan, and then said, "Duke Ding's words are exactly what I think."
The Milky Way and the celestial raft in this poem are like our exchanges and interactions with other countries.
Now, with the Mid-Autumn Festival in full swing and envoys from various countries gathered here, shouldn't we join hands to create a prosperous and peaceful world like the one described in the poem?
At this moment, the burly Duke of Zhenguo laughed heartily, his voice booming: "What you all say makes sense!"
Today, the Imperial Tutor is reciting poetry, and everyone is offering insightful opinions. Coupled with the moonlight in the Imperial Garden, it is truly delightful!
Although I am but a military man and do not understand the intricacies of poetry, I do know that there is His Majesty's guidance.
With the united efforts of all our ministers, Donglin will surely shine like the bright moon, its brilliance illuminating all directions forever!
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Dongfang Jin leaned back in his chair, listening to Ruyi recount the events that took place in the Imperial Garden.
With his legs crossed, holding grapes in one hand and a wine glass in the other, he twirled around, gazing at the full moon in the sky: "When will the moon be clear and bright? I raise my cup to ask the heavens."
I don’t know what the palace is, but what year is it.
I long to ride the wind and return, yet I fear the jade palaces and towers, where the heights are unbearably cold.
Dancing with my shadow, how can it compare to being in the human world?
Turn Zhuge, low tenants, and sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why is it going to other times?
People have sorrows and sorrows and joys, and moons have yin and qing, which is difficult to complete.
May we all live long and share the beauty of the moon, even though we are thousands of miles apart.
This off-key singing, however, drew loud cheers from the Dongping group.
Helian Jingyun was also infected by the enthusiastic atmosphere, clapping her fair hands gently and her face beaming with a joyful smile.
But who could have predicted that this moment of excitement would lead to disaster?
Suddenly, Helian Jingyun felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, as if a thousand needles were pricking her.
She couldn't help but let out a painful "Ouch!" Her originally rosy face instantly turned deathly pale, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.
Zhao Mama, who had been closely guarding the Empress, felt a sudden pang of anxiety upon seeing this.
His eyes were filled with anxiety, and he shouted urgently, "Quick! Go and fetch the imperial physician! Her Majesty the Empress is about to give birth!"
Dongping and the palace maids beside him were terrified when they heard the shouts.
As the commander of the secret guards, Dongping always wears a black outfit and has his ponytail tied up high.
Upon hearing Zhao Mama's shouts, her usually composed face instantly changed color, her once sharp, eagle-like eyes were now filled with panic, and her pupils involuntarily contracted.
His hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his body taut like a bowstring, and he was about to rush out and arrange everything with a light touch of his toes.
But he forced himself to suppress his anger, turned his head and made arrangements, his voice trembling slightly: "Dongyou, you're quick on your feet, go to the Imperial Hospital immediately!"
"Jade Shadow, Moon Shadow, guard the Empress well!"
Dongyou is petite and agile, always exuding a lively energy.
At this moment, her peach blossom eyes widened in surprise, and her small mouth gaped open in astonishment.
The wooden hairpin in her hair almost slipped off as she swayed, but she didn't bother to fix it. She lifted her skirt and rushed out of the hall, her movements so fast that they created a gust of wind.
In her panic, she bumped her shoulder hard against the door frame while turning, but she didn't even realize it, only thinking about getting the imperial physician as soon as possible.
Yu Ying, who was standing beside Dongfang Jin, learned that the Empress was about to give birth. A crack appeared on her usually cold and beautiful face, and a hint of helplessness flashed in her eyes.
With his hands clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking, he quickly stood in front of the Empress, scanning his surroundings warily, not missing a single abnormality.
Although she was the young lady's bodyguard, today, all of them were protecting the Empress.
Yueying has an introverted personality and always wears a low-key dark gray outfit, with her black hair styled in a simple bun.
Upon hearing the news, her usually calm eyes were filled with panic, and her slender fingers unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, not even noticing that the hem was being tugged and wrinkled.
He staggered to the Empress's side, his voice trembling with barely concealed pain: "Your Majesty, please hold on a little longer, the imperial physician will be here soon."
As he spoke, he gently fanned the queen, trying to ease her pain.
Dongfang Jin was also startled and stood up, watching his cousin-in-law, the Empress, clutching her stomach and groaning in pain.
This sudden turn of events terrified Dongfang Jin, turning her face deathly pale and leaving her feet rooted to the ground, unable to move.
Staring at the Empress's sister-in-law's pained expression, it was as if a ferocious lightning bolt had cleaved open the floodgates of Dongfang Jin's memory, dragging her into the nightmarish recollections of her previous life.
She stayed in her eldest sister's delivery room, listening to her piercing screams, one after another, as if she were being torn apart by a thousand knives.
Each shout struck Dongfang Jin's heart like a hammer blow.
Ruyi shouted in the space, "Jin-jie! Wake up!"
[Dongfang Jin! Wake up!]
【Dongfang Jin…】
No matter how much it called out, Dongfang Jin still didn't wake up, making Ruyi anxious and pacing around in the space.
The Empress was carefully carried onto the delivery bed by Dongping and several others. Her hair was disheveled and stuck to her sweaty face. Her hands were tightly gripping the sheets, and her knuckles were white from the effort.
A short while later, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.
The first person to come into everyone's view was a royal physician who appeared to be around fifty years old.
He was slightly overweight, and as he ran, layers of excess fat jiggled.
His crimson imperial physician's robe was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his back and outlining his obese figure.
Physician Chu staggered into the hall, his hands gripping his knees tightly as he hunched over.
He was panting heavily, each breath accompanied by a heavy "whoosh" sound, his chest heaving violently like a broken bellows.
His sparse hair was stuck to his broad forehead with sweat, and a few strands of silver hair were faintly visible under the lamplight.
Two imperial physicians followed him in; one was thin, and his long beard trembled slightly with his rapid breathing.
He gripped the strap of the medicine box tightly with one hand and pressed the other to his chest, trying to calm his erratic breathing.
His face flushed red like a ripe tomato, and large beads of sweat slid down his neck, wetting his collar.
The last young imperial physician, his steps unsteady, nearly bumped into the threshold.
His face was flushed, even his ears were bright red, and sweat dripped from his forehead like beads from a broken string.
It kept rolling down, and the jade pendant at its waist collided with the medicine box with the swaying of its body, making a rapid sound.
They hurried to the Empress's delivery bed. Physician Chu first took the Empress's pulse, then frowned and said, "Your Majesty is about to give birth. Let me administer acupuncture to stabilize Your Majesty's breathing."
"Granny Zhao, quickly call the midwife..."
Next, other imperial physicians and female physicians rushed into the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Without needing any orders, they busied themselves in an orderly manner.
They opened each medicine box, neatly arranging various herbs and pills, ready to deal with any emergencies.
A strong contraction struck, and Helian Jingyun's eyes widened instantly, her brows furrowing deeply.
His mouth gaped open, and he let out a heart-wrenching scream: "Ah—"
The scream was sharp and shrill, as if it were about to shatter the space, carrying endless pain and despair, making everyone present tremble.
Dongfang Jin was so frightened by the scream that her body trembled uncontrollably.
He involuntarily took a few steps back and leaned against a pillar in the room.
But no one here noticed her; everyone's attention was on the Queen.
This matter is not only of paramount importance to the royal palace, but also to the entire Eastern Lin Kingdom.
The Empress leaned against the carved canopy bed, large beads of sweat rolling down her pale cheeks, wetting her carefully styled hair, with a few stray strands sticking to her neck.
She gripped the brocade quilt tightly, her knuckles turning white, her nails almost digging into her palms, her slender body trembling slightly from the pain.
Granny Zhao stood by the bedside, gently wiping the Empress's forehead with a handkerchief dampened with warm water.
Dongfang Jin looked at the Empress's painful scene before him, which overlapped with the scene in his memory.
It felt like I was back in that desperate moment, unable to escape this nightmarish memory.
The heavy, carved wooden doors of the Hall of Supreme Harmony were tightly closed, isolating the noise outside, but unable to block out the tense sounds rising and falling inside.