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Chapter 138: The baby has not been born for 4 hours

While Concubine Hui was struggling, she finally noticed the people outside the door, and her face suddenly turned paler than when she saw the ghost just now.

"Your Majesty, I am innocent. I am innocent."

She stretched out her hand and wanted to climb down from the bed, but she never expected that Defei's slender body could burst out with huge energy and dragged her back to continue being beaten.

Kangxi ignored her, gave her a cold look, then walked out.

Xiyu looked at Concubine De's unprecedented bravery and didn't know how to react for a moment.

She thought her mother was just a little white flower, but she didn't expect her mother to be so cruel. She was really hit in a sore spot.

The man standing next to her remained silent. She looked back and took his finger quietly when no one was paying attention.

Yinzhen opened his eyes and smiled at her soothingly, with a slight blush in his eyes.

"Let's go." He said calmly, then held the young lady's hand with his backhand and led her out.

"But mother..."

Xiyu turned around hesitantly. Maybe she had stayed outside for too long and her hair was a little loose. The warm wind made her hair a little messy, making her cheeks itchy.

"Mother knows her limits. Even if things get worse, Jixiang is still here. She will remind you at the right time."

Yinzhen naturally hooked her hair and tucked it behind her ears.

He concentrated on feeling the delicate touch in his hands, not paying any attention to the movement behind him. "It's late at night. Sleeping late is not good for your health."

Not long after the two left, Tong Lingyuan's voice also disappeared.

Maybe he was beaten to death... The two young eunuchs who were temporarily guarding the door looked at each other, ran in hurriedly, and almost bumped into Concubine De who was leaving the house.

Their knees went weak and they knelt on the ground, looking inside with worried eyes.

"Not dead yet."

Defei wiped the blood from her nails with a handkerchief, glanced at them out of the corner of her eye, and her voice was so cold that it made people feel cold all over.

She stood at the door in a violet Manchu dress, raising her hand to tidy up her loose hair, still looking dignified and graceful.

But the tear marks on her face and the bloodshot eyes betrayed her mood at the moment.

Jixiang squatted down and helped her straighten the wrinkled hem of her skirt.

"Let's go. I'm going to go back and tell Xiaoliu about this news and have a good talk with him..."

When Concubine De came out of Tongling Garden and saw the bright yellow figure hidden in the night, her breathing suddenly stagnated and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"emperor……"

She called softly, her voice tinged with nasal sobs, and Kangxi slowly opened his arms towards her...

That night, the world in the Old Summer Palace seemed to have changed, and the balance that the four concubines had maintained for nearly ten years was broken.

--split line--

When Yinzhen and Xiyu returned to Hanhui Tower, they simply washed up and lay down on the bed. It was already midnight.

There was an ice basin in the room, emitting bursts of cold air.

Xiyu leaned her head on Yinzhen's shoulder, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, occasionally looking up cautiously.

The soft and delicate body rubbed against him, not realizing that he was lighting a fire.

"sleep."

Yinzhen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he slowly uttered two words from his thin lips. Then he stretched out his big hand, carefully avoiding her belly, and held her in his arms.

"Master, I can't sleep."

Xi Yu moved slightly and looked at the bright moonlight outside the window. In a hidden corner of the window was a small wooden box containing a bracelet. The little snake spirit was sleeping peacefully in it, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon.

"Why can't you sleep?"

Yinzhen had a hoarse and low voice.

Xiyu didn't say anything, just shook her head slowly and closed her eyes to try to fall asleep.

She didn't know whether she was happy because both tasks had made progress, or worried because of the many things that happened today.

Life was peaceful here, but things were not going well in Zhongcui Palace. Four hours had passed since the start of the movement.

Logically speaking, since the first wife had already given birth to several children, this baby should have been born quickly.

Guirong, the maidservant beside the first wife, always stood guard outside the door, and helped pass in a bowl of labor-inducing medicine from time to time.

"How's the progress?" She pulled the midwife who came out to pour out the blood and asked in a low voice, her eyes always alert to Concubine Zhang Jia who was standing by her side.

Zhang Jia was the concubine that Prince Zhi had just married.

Coincidentally, on the first night she stayed in Zhongcui Palace, Fu Jin fell and began to have a stomachache.

"After giving birth to the little princess last time, Fu Jin seemed to have recovered well. It was a little difficult to dilate the cervix, but it's going smoothly so far."

The midwife answered in a low voice, then immediately took the basin and went back into the delivery room.

Seeing her go straight into the delivery room, Zhang Jia couldn't help but take a few steps forward, her voice filled with anger, "Why did she go in before she even told me what the situation was? She really doesn't take my wife seriously."

Gui Rong bowed towards her and said, "The midwife said that everything is going well so far. Concubine, please take a rest for a while. I am here with you."

"It's still smooth?" Zhang Jia snorted coldly, "You call it smooth, it's been four hours. I heard that the eldest wife only took an hour to give birth to a girl last time. Could it be that you, a servant, are deliberately neglecting it!"

"No, I must see with my own eyes how Fu Jin is doing now."

As she spoke, she walked towards the delivery room.

She walked so hurriedly that if you didn't know, you would think that the child in the delivery room was her child.

Gui Rong stepped forward and stopped the person, "Concubine, Concubine said before she gave birth that no one except the midwife is allowed to enter or leave the delivery room at will."

At this point, she changed her tone, and her attitude and voice became even colder, "Besides, you are not related to the concubine, so it is not appropriate for you to go in."

What this means clearly is, I don't trust you, stay away from the delivery room!

Zhang Jia's face turned red, and she was so angry that she raised her hand and slapped Gui Rong in the face. A red and swollen slap mark instantly appeared on the other's face.

Zhang Jia's fingers trembled slightly, "How dare you disrespect this concubine!"

But Concubine Hui had told her that if Irgen Jueluo gave birth to a girl this time, she would be the next wife of Prince Zhi and the mistress of Prince Zhi's mansion.

"I dare not, I just do what I am told. I hope Concubine will not embarrass me at this moment."

Even though he was beaten, Guirong remained neither humble nor arrogant and stood guard at the door.

Neither of them gave in, and for a moment they were in a stalemate.

"What's the fuss about?"

Prince Zhi saw the mess at the door of the delivery room and shouted coldly.

When Zhang Jia heard her voice, she immediately put away her strong expression, covered her eyes with the handkerchief in her hand, lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, and sobbed softly, all in one go.

"Slave——"

"Your Highness~" Zhang Jia took a step forward and called out first, her voice soft and gentle, not giving Guirong any chance to speak.

"Fu Jin has been in there for four hours. Jiao Er just wanted to go in and take a look, but she was stopped by the maidservant beside Fu Jin. She even said that I had ulterior motives."

"What? It's been four hours and the baby hasn't been born yet?"

Yinzhi's eyebrows were raised, and he didn't hear anything about what she said next.

He came back from the Old Summer Palace on a fast horse and trotted all the way to the Zhongcui Palace. He was already sweating profusely, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Now seeing her crying, he felt a little annoyed, so he immediately waved at her and motioned her to go away.

Zhang Jia held back the tears that were brewing in her eyes, and she retreated backwards in embarrassment, clutching the handkerchief in her hand.

This stinky man has no understanding of romance at all. I don’t know why her father chose him.