Chapter 1847: Grand Finale—Birth of a Child (2)

Fuzi's mouth twitched, and he rubbed his nose in embarrassment, thinking to himself: This princess gave birth, just don't make trouble, what can you do for a big man? If you want to do it, it must be done by the regent, right?

It's just that Fuzi didn't dare to say this even if he was beaten to death, so he approached Long Yutian like a dog, and followed his dragon hair: "Your Majesty, you are the Son of Heaven, and you are blessed by your own gods. As long as you stand at the door of the bedroom, the princess and the little son will be safe!"

At this moment, looking at the pots of blood brought out by the maids, and listening to the howls of pigs being slaughtered from the bedroom, Long Yutian was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, neither moving forward nor retreating.

He could only listen to Fuzi's advice, wait at the door of the bedroom, and pray wholeheartedly for the safety of Qian Duoduo's mother and child.

Afterwards, Long Yintian and Zhaoyang also rushed over after hearing the news, watching Xiaoronger wearing a thin rose red palace dress, waiting in the ice and snow.

Zhaoyang pulled Qian Rong'er over and said, "Rong'er, today is your big day. It's unlucky to stand at the door of the delivery room. I'll accompany you back to the dormitory first, and the fourth and third elder brothers can just watch over here."

Rong'er shook her head, there was still some stubbornness on her immature face: "I don't want it, I want to wait here for my mother to give birth to a baby, and I will go back when their mother and child are safe."

Long Yutian turned his face to the side, looked at Rong'er's cold and red nose, he took her little hand distressedly, put it on his heart to cover his heart, and asked Fuzi to bring a heavy cloak, and put it on Rong'er's body.

Today was their big day, at this time, Xiao Ronger should be waiting in the new house, waiting for him as a husband, to lift his hijab, and drink a cup of wine?

But now, she had to accompany him in this icy world, waiting for Qian Duoduo to give birth.

A feeling of guilt rose in Long Yutian's heart, just when he was about to say something like: I'm sorry.

However, Xiao Ronger took the initiative to hold Long Yutian's hand, before he spoke in a thoughtful and sensible way: "I understand everything—don't say anything now, just wait for mother to give birth to the baby with peace of mind!"

The mother is the first child and is pregnant with two more babies, although there are experienced imperial physicians and midwives by her side.

But hearing the heart-piercing howls coming from the delivery room, one can imagine Qian Duoduo's pain at this moment.

That voice made the hearts of all those who cared about her tightly clenched together. How could Rong'er compete with the baby in Qian Duoduo's womb unrulyly at this juncture?

Long Yutian protected Qian Rong'er's cold little hand in the palm of his backhand, and he couldn't help showing his emotion.

He pursed his lips, nodded to Rong'er with a heartfelt understanding, then turned his head and looked outside the bedroom, and then there was a look of doubt between his brows: "Where's the regent?"

Duo'er gave birth to such a big event, yet Long Muchen was not there?

The maid who had been waiting by her side stepped forward and replied: "Reporting to the emperor, the regent is accompanying the princess to give birth in the bedroom. I guess at this time, she is standing by the bed, cheering for the princess!"

As soon as the little palace lady's words fell, Qian Duoduo's howling like a slaughtered pig came from the bedroom: "Aww - it hurts me to death, Long Muchen, it's all your fault, it's all your fault."

Long Muchen stood in front of Qian Duoduo's bed, looking at the blood-stained cotton cloth being taken out one by one from under the quilt, he felt that his legs were almost numb.