The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 887 Madam, I’m Afraid

Yu Sujun saw Yao Sheng crying and Tang Chujun wiping her tears, and hurried forward to comfort her, "Don't cry, this is a happy event! Our Xia'er is blessed with a good life, and both mother and child will be safe. God bless, everything will go smoothly!"

Yao Sheng knew she shouldn't cry, but she couldn't stop crying. "It's almost the day, but there's no news. I'm afraid she'll do something, but I'm also afraid she won't do anything. I'm so worried, I don't know what to do."

Tang Chujun nodded repeatedly and wiped the tears from his eyes with a silk handkerchief. "Who said it wasn't true? Yuan'er isn't here right now, otherwise there would be someone to take care of her, right? He originally disagreed with Xia'er getting pregnant so early, saying that the girl was too young to give birth and might hurt her vitality. But Xia'er refused to listen. This child is too opinionated."

She originally thought her daughter was right, but now she regrets it to bits.

Qin Fangfei stroked the teacup in her hand, and said a few more words of comfort before she was surprised, "Xia'er is pregnant with her third child? Why didn't you diagnose it before?"

Tang Chujun gently stroked his chest, his eyes reddened, "Madam Meng said that the three babies were stacked together, and the other two had very weak fetal heartbeats. I'm afraid..." She choked up, "I'm afraid they haven't grown fully. It wasn't until today that I could vaguely hear the faint fetal heartbeats."

In fact, what Mrs. Meng said privately was that the fetal heartbeat was too weak and she was afraid that the baby would not survive.

This is why she burst into tears whenever she mentioned it.

Tang Chujun no longer cared whether the child could survive or not, and was worried about his daughter's life during childbirth.

Yao Sheng put his hands together and bowed to the sky, then asked anxiously, "Sister Fangfei, please tell us about the situation when you gave birth to the twins so that we can be prepared. We really have no idea..."

Qin Fangfei carefully considered her words and recounted her experience of giving birth that year.

She deliberately avoided those bloody and thrilling scenes, saying only that it "took some twists and turns"; but she did not dare to put it too lightly, and specifically mentioned that "it was more painful than giving birth to a single baby."

Every few words, he would secretly gauge everyone's expressions, fearing that if he spoke too harshly he would scare them, or if he spoke too lightly he would make people take him lightly.

After she finished speaking, Qin Fangfei herself was also covered in cold sweat. She almost died that year. She had actually given up several times during the process. She was so tired that she simply didn't have the strength to live.

Ming Zhao stood beside his mother-in-law, listening attentively, with a bit of respect and pity in his eyes.

Ming Zhao had two concerns when she returned to Beijing for a short stay. First, her brother-in-law had gone to war, and she was afraid that her mother-in-law would be too worried at home, so she came back to accompany her. Second, the Ming family's business had several important matters that she had to take care of personally.

This trip back is for both public and private purposes.

After the elders finished talking, Ming Zhao also went to visit the princess.

As soon as I entered the inner room, I saw the princess leaning on the soft pillow, stroking her big belly, her cheeks smiling, her complexion as rosy as peach blossoms in March, and even her fingernails were pink.

Ming Zhao saw it and finally felt relieved.

The two chatted about personal matters. Before leaving, she took out a ginseng from the brocade box and gave it to Shi Anxia.

The ginseng is shaped like a swimming dragon, with distinct whiskers and an amber-like luster all over its body. It is obviously priceless at first glance and cannot be bought normally.

At that time, Anxia refused to accept it.

Ming Zhao held her hand and said, "I bought this privately, and it is not included in the public collection. It is just a small token of my appreciation, so please do not refuse it, Princess."

Shi Anxia saw that the other party was determined to give it to her, and it would seem awkward to refuse, so she took it, looked at it carefully, thanked him with a smile, and said that she could rely on it to save her life.

Ming Zhao was very happy to hear this. Only when a gift touches the heart of the person can it be worth the money.

The best gift in this world is when the giver is sincere and the receiver accepts it, bringing joy to both parties.

After the guests left, Bei Hui stored the ginseng carefully, thinking that it could be used on the day of production.

But when is the date of delivery? It feels like it’s a long time away. Bei Hui’s eyes are red again.

Shi Anxia saw her red eyes and asked with a smile, "What's wrong with you? When Madam Meng told you that I was pregnant with my third child, you all started crying. Can't you be happier?"

Bei Hui took a breath, her voice hoarse, "Madam, I'm scared."

As soon as she said these words, Nan Yan, Hong Que and others who were guarding the door burst into tears.

Shi Anxia pulled Beihui to sit beside her and said softly, "Don't you believe I can handle it?"

"Believe." Bei Hui wiped her tears with the back of her hand.

But is this a question of belief or not? She had been unable to sleep all night recently, fearing that when she woke up, something had happened to her wife.

She didn't even dare to think about it. What would she do if the princess had a difficult childbirth like the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion?

Shi Anxia smiled, "Be happy if you believe me, otherwise the little one in my belly will think that Aunt Bei Hui doesn't like them."

Bei Hui burst into laughter and said, "I like it!"

But I'm still scared!

Shi Anxia stood up and walked around the room, rubbing her wrists, "Bei Hui, grind some ink for me so I can write a letter back to my husband."

Bei Hui agreed, thinking that if the young master could come back to look after his wife, it would make people feel more at ease.

But how could Shi Anxia call a commander back to Beijing at this time? She wrote a letter to Cen Yuan, telling him that everything was fine at home and not to worry, and that he would be able to see the child when he returned to Beijing after the battle.

The letter reported good news but not bad news. She did not mention that there was no movement on the due date, nor did she mention the third child, for fear of scaring her husband.

Before her letter was sent out of the capital, urgent battle reports from the border 800 miles away were delivered to the court first.

"Report!" The messenger had a red feather on his back, and his horse's hooves crushed the thin frost on the long street. "A great victory at Qixia Pass! Recover Licheng! Recover Xuesha City! Recover Chicheng! Recover Yucheng!"

With victory after victory, morale is high.

Even as the whole capital was in an uproar, An Xia's stomach remained calm, as steady as a rock, not moving an inch.

The first snow fell in the capital that day, and Crown Prince Xiao Zhi ordered his eunuchs to deliver several boxes of silver charcoal to the Young Master's Mansion.

Upon seeing this, Eunuch An frowned and his palms began to sweat.

The prince said, "You are restless today, even more anxious than I am."

Eunuch An's heart skipped a beat. "No, there's no rush."

The prince didn't take it seriously.

Eunuch An was originally a man who served his mother. After his mother passed away, Eunuch An had been taking care of him. He was the one who watched him grow up, so it goes without saying that he was loyal.

He only said, "You should pay more attention to the news from the imperial sister, and inform me immediately if there is any movement. The emperor and his wife are not in the capital. If I slack off again and something happens to the imperial sister, the emperor will not forgive me."

Eunuch An murmured, "But whether you slack off or not, you can't solve Princess Haiyan's problem."

Xiao Zhi thought so too, and after thinking about it, he picked up his pen and wrote a letter to the border. One letter was for his father, and the other was for his husband. The contents of the letters were similar, both reporting that the emperor's sister was pregnant with her third child. However, he did not dare to mention the date, and there was no sign of delivery.