Chapter 601: Song Zhao Looking for Face Head 8
Aunt Qi staggered for a moment, came back to her senses, and immediately opened her arms to stop Song Zhao, "Master Zhaoyang, what are you going to do?"
Song Zhao ignored her.
He only calmly and reassuringly said to the anxious and worried grandmother, "I will make my sister and little nephew safe."
Mrs. Song and Mrs. Yun knew that Song Zhao would not mess around, and also knew that Song Zhao would do what he said, so they nodded in complete confidence.
Aunt Qi felt that the Song family just wanted to give up their child and choose Song Yao, so of course they refused, she retorted, "Princess Zhaoyang, don't be joking, the midwives are all in there, you are really not suitable for a woman who has not left the court In and out of this place, you don't know how to deliver babies, and you haven't reached the last step yet, as long as Yaoyao persists, the child will be fine."
Anger flashed in Song Zhao's cold eyes, "If the child is gone, you can have another one. If something happens to the elder sister of the princess, your whole family will have to lose all children and grandchildren."
Aunt Qi turned pale.
The air seemed to be stagnant, and the omnipresent and omniscient coercion that suddenly emanated from Song Zhao made her breathless.
But Aunt Qi thought of Song Yao's love for Qi Jun. With Song Yao around, it was impossible for the Song family to do anything for the Qi family.
So Aunt Qi said again, "I don't mean to protect the young but not the big, but Yaoyao can still persevere, why give up the child's life?"
From ancient times to the present, there have always been such people, with ignorant thoughts, who valued blood descendants more than anything else.
"Hold on!" Mrs. Song slammed her cane on the ground, "It is my daughter from the Song family who is bleeding heavily, not your wife from the Qi family. The birth of the child must be based on the health and safety of my granddaughter."
Aunt Qi's face was ashen, and she insisted, "Wait a little longer, can't you just wait a while? Yaoyao is already married to the Qi family, and her child is the blood of the Qi family. You have no right to deprive the life of the Qi family... "
Aunt Qi was messing around, trying to delay the time.
Si Yu let out a "rebuke" and flashed his silver-edged sleeve arrow, which made Aunt Qi's face turn like gold paper and shake like chaff.
"This Marquis is not from the Song family, so is he qualified to let you go?"
Aunt Qi moved away trembling.
Song Zhao strode into the house.
Yun Shi and Mrs. Song also hurriedly followed in.
Song Yao lay pale on the bed, moaning in pain.
Blood was spread out under her body, and the room was full of blood.
The midwives were helpless, they could only keep wiping the blood and asking her to use force.
But Song Yao obviously had no strength left.
Seeing the Song family come in, the midwives got up and said, "If you don't decide to keep the older one and the younger one, you won't be able to keep both of them."
Mrs. Yun and Mrs. Song went to appease Song Yao.
Song Yao was sweating profusely, and said angrily, "I want to protect the child..."
"You bastard." Mrs. Song scolded, "It's just a child. If you don't have it, you'll have it. If you're gone, then you really have nothing."
Everyone understands the truth.
But,
Song Yao's tears rolled down, and he choked up with difficulty, "I can't bear to..."
Song Zhaofei quickly took out the silver needle bag and the ginseng pills he carried with him, and stuffed them into Song Yao's mouth.
The ginseng pills melted in the mouth, Song Yao's sweaty eyelashes were stuck together, and he had no strength to fully open them. He half-opened his eyes and looked at Song Zhao, "It's dirty here, get out..."
"Sister, don't be afraid." As Song Zhao spoke, he quickly inserted the silver needle into several hidden acupuncture points on Song Yao's bulging belly.
"Trust me, I will keep you and your little nephew safe."
"I believe." Song Yao's consciousness was blurred in pain, but at this moment Song Zhao's bright eyes gave her infinite strength.