Mrs. Chen's face was white and bloodless. Chen Wenhao held Mrs. Chen's hand and shed tears silently.
"mother."
"Wen Hao, mother will be fine."
Madam Chen thought about what Jiang Wan said. The princess was right. She still had two children to take care of.
If he is really dead, and his husband finds another wife, he may not be able to treat her child as his own.
So she must persevere!
"Wen Hao, talk to your mother and tell her not to fall asleep."
Jiang Wan gave Chen Wenhao instructions while inserting silver needles into Mrs. Chen to stop the bleeding.
Chen Wenhao nodded with tears in his eyes, "Mom, don't sleep yet. Why don't you think of a name for your sister?"
"My name is Wen Hao, and my sister should also be named Chen Wen or something, right?"
"I really wanted a sister before, and now I finally got my wish, but mother, you have to protect us."
"..."
The more Wen Hao spoke, the more choked up his voice became. It was a miracle that a half-year-old child could hold on for so long.
Jiang Wan was worried about being affected emotionally, so she tried her best to ignore what he said and continued the movements in her hands very steadily.
Everyone outside stood there anxiously, especially Mrs. Song, who held Song Jiuli's hand tightly.
"Mom, is giving birth so dangerous?"
Song Jiuli didn't understand. Her big eyes were full of fear. It turned out that it was so scary for a woman to give birth to a child.
Mrs. Song sighed quietly, "Of course it's dangerous. We in Kyoto have babies who have difficulty in childbirth every year.
Your biological grandmother was injured when she gave birth to your father, and then lost her life due to the anger of that pair of scumbag men and bitches. "
"very scary!"
Song Jiuli's eyes were a little frightened, and she didn't dare to look at the carriage again.
When Qi Chu next to her heard this, her eyes flashed slightly. It turned out that her mother had experienced such painful things when she brought her into this world.
Qi Chu lowered his eyes, feeling guilty, blaming her for being so naughty. Now that she has grown up, she still worries her mother.
Just when everyone was feeling complicated, the abbot of the temple was called out by the young monk.
Mingde supported wearing a cassock and had a kind face. He spoke warmly:
"Dear donors, what happened?"
"What's going on here?"
Just at this time, Chen Ce also arrived panting while dragging a cart. He ran faster than the large troops and arrived just in time.
Hearing Chen Wenhao's cry in the carriage but not his wife's voice, Chen Ce panicked.
Song Jiuchi quickly advised: "Brother Chen, your wife is bleeding heavily again, and my sister-in-law is working hard to treat her."
"how so?!!"
Chen Ce threw off the cart in his hand and ran towards the carriage in a panic.
Fortunately, he still had some sense of control and just walked back and forth hesitantly.
Mrs. Song also explained to Mingde in a good-tempered manner, "Master, a pregnant woman in our carriage is bleeding heavily."
"This...is a sin, Amitabha."
Mingde immediately looked at the carriage with compassion. He had seen several mothers who passed away because of giving birth to children.
At this moment, my heart trembled, and I had a bad premonition.
Chen Wenhao's voice in the carriage was filled with tears. Suddenly, the child who was being held by Qiu Niang began to cry.
The sound was like a cat meowing, very small, but it successfully attracted Mingde's attention.
"The baby doesn't cry."
Qiuniang had no experience and hugged her child in a panic. Mrs. Song was about to speak when she saw this.
"Let me try it."
Before Madam Song could speak, Mingde had already walked up to Qiuniang and took the child in her arms.
The child with the mask of pain fell into Ming De's arms and became a little more well-behaved.
Everyone couldn't help but be a little surprised, this host... is not simple.
The little monk standing behind the host couldn't help but said proudly: "Our host is kind-hearted, and the children like him very much."
Mrs. Song was unconvinced by everyone, but at this time the child's father, Chen Ce, had no intention of holding the child.
He was trembling all over, out of fear of losing the wife he was with.
"Why...there's no sound?"
Chen Ce felt as if there was a leak in his heart. The pain caused his body to convulse, and he could hardly stand still.
Song Jiuchi's eyes were quick and he quickly supported the person with his hands, "Brother Chen, please calm down."
"Mother, mother!!!"
Suddenly, Chen Ce's shouts came from the carriage, which made Chen Ce's eyes wander even more.
Just when Chen Ce's mind went blank, Jiang Wan opened the curtain of the carriage and walked out.
There was sweat on her forehead. Seeing this, Qiuniang quickly stepped forward to wipe her sweat. She looked at Chen Ce's red eyes and said:
"It's okay, the next step is to take good care of it."
Chen Ce was stunned at first and opened his mouth to speak, but found that he couldn't say a word. He suddenly knelt down in front of Jiang Wan.
"Thank you, thank you Princess!"
He finally found his voice, which was trembling.
"You're welcome."
Jiang Wan rubbed his brows tiredly, and Song Jiuyuan arranged the next steps.
Host Mingde meant the same thing as the young monk said. Jiang Wan didn't think it was anything to pay for the room.
But Chen Ce frowned and was about to speak when Mingde seemed to know what he was thinking and said:
"Just treat it as the incense money you donated to the temple."
"good."
Chen Ce finally agreed. His wife and daughter are too weak now and must have a good environment.
Mingde handed the child who was neither crying nor fussing to Chen Ce, turned around and said to the little monk behind him:
"Yayoi, take the donors to the backyard room to rest."
"Okay, host!"
It turns out that the young monk who opened the door just now is named Yayoi. He is about the same age as Chen Wenhao. He looks stable and experienced, like a little adult.
After entering the temple, Chen Ce quickly carried his wife into the wing. The exiled troops finally arrived, and Ren Banghe presided over the negotiations.
By the time they arrived in the yard, Jiang Wan and the others' rooms had been allocated.
She still lived in the same room as Qi Chuqiuniang. In this important place of Buddhism, men and women naturally had to be separated. She could also avoid the embarrassment of living in the same room as Song Jiuyuan.
But before returning to the room, Song Jiuyuan told her, "I'll live next to you. If anything happens, just call me by my name."
"good."
Jiang Wan nodded slightly, took out a few packages of medicinal materials from her luggage and handed them to Chen Ce.
"Four bowls of water are boiled into one bowl. Remember to give it to my sister."
"good."
Chen Ce nodded excitedly, but looked at the thin daughter in his arms and couldn't help but feel sad.
"Princess, my wife is weak and I'm afraid she won't be able to feed her milk. Is there anything else she can eat besides milk?"
"You can ask the host later if he has rice water. After it's cooked, you can try feeding it."
Jiang Wan couldn't do anything about it. After all, she didn't have milk powder in her hand.
In this case, feed the baby or milk the cow, but she glanced at the dilapidated appearance of the temple and it didn't look like a place where cows were raised.
After all, in ancient times, cattle were valuable things.
"I understand, thank you!"
Chen Ce hurried back to his room to take care of his wife and children, while Chen Wenhao followed closely behind him.
Looking at this scene, Jiang Wan couldn't help but sigh, "In fact, if you have a second child, the first child will be more or less ignored."
