Lu Qing gained confidence and was no longer as frightened as before. Even in her dreams at night, she was still afraid of the princess being in trouble.
Ning Huayue couldn't move her for the time being, because Yan Fuguang had told her not to go to Yihongyuan to pay her respects before giving birth, so as to avoid any mishaps on the way that would affect the child.
Lu Qing knew the importance. Even if she did not dare to offend Ning Huayue, she could no longer risk the child in her belly.
Lu Qing knew all the time that children were the continuation of her bloodline and the basis for her future by Yan Fuguang. Only by having children would she have a future.
She sticks to her duties, waits for her childbirth with peace of mind, and doesn't think about everything in the outside world.
Ning Huayue had been humiliated by Yan Fuguang personally since that day, and she didn't show up until the day she returned home, as if she was completely angry.
Yan Fuguang rode his horse in front, and Ning Huayue followed closely behind in a carriage.
Fang Jinbao and Aunt Zhong were very considerate and took the lead in preparing the gifts for returning home and loading several carriages, which really reflected the magnificence of the Jin Palace.
Ning Huayue didn't want to be laughed at when she went back, so she improvised and tried to talk to Yan Fuguang on the road to ease the tense relationship between husband and wife.
But she forgot that Yan Fuguang was a proud man of heaven who was much more noble than her, not the ordinary young master who always looked up to her and would ride to her carriage to talk to her.
Yan Fuguang was too lazy to act out the harmonious scene between husband and wife in front of outsiders. He was riding a horse, getting further and further away from the carriage behind him.
Ning Huayue leaned in the carriage with a cold face and was in an extremely bad mood.
Lan Xin yelled angrily: "You are the princess that the prince is marrying and Shili Hongzhuang is welcoming. Why should the prince do this to you?"
Lingyun glanced at Ning Huayue's face and scolded in a low voice: "Lan Xin, don't talk nonsense! The prince is always the prince. Do you know how you will be punished for talking about the prince behind his back!"
Lan Xin closed her mouth gloomily, but she still looked unconvinced.
Lingyun sighed and handed a cup of tea to Ning Huayue: "Miss, you haven't used much of your breakfast. You won't be back home for a while. You can drink some tea first."
Ning Huayue took a sip and then lost the mood to drink. She handed the cup back to Lingyun.
Lingyun hesitated several times and finally said what she wanted to say: "Miss, I have something I don't know whether to say or not."
"If you have something to say, just say it."
"You and the prince can't always be like this..."
"Then what do you want me to do? He doesn't even see me as a princess!"
"There are some words that I shouldn't have said, but I also want to see you stand firm in the backyard. I think that since you already want to repair the relationship with the prince, why not lower your head again?"
In fact, what Lingyun really wants to say is: You just called the servant to call the prince to speak, which is not a sign of lowering your head. The prince, who has always looked down on everyone from a high position, will not buy it.
However, Ning Huayue didn't have the time to think too much at this time. She rubbed her handkerchief irritably, closed her eyes and resisted communicating with Lingyun Yan Fuguang again.
Seeing this, Lingyun had no choice but to shut her mouth.
**
Princess Jin returned home, seemingly unhappy.
Mandong chattered about the gossip she heard from the little sisters nearby.
"The princess and the prince came home, and now their relationship is even worse."
Lu Qing held her chin up and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I just heard that Yihongyuan sends people to Hemingyuan every day to invite the prince, but the prince has never been there once."
Mandong frowned and thought carefully, and came to the conclusion: "Maybe the prince still cares about those rumors, but it is also true that a man like the prince will generally not put down his body for a woman. Since the princess does not like the prince, the prince will definitely not have anything with her again. entanglement."
Lu Qing didn't expect Mandong to say such a thing. She smiled and asked, "Why do you say that?"
Seeing Lu Qing's interest, Man Dong became even more excited: "The prince is a very proud man, isn't he?"
Lu Qing nodded involuntarily. She was indeed proud, the kind of pride that was engraved in her bones, and her every move was often carried with a nonchalant and indifferent noble demeanor. She almost never thought that Yan Fuguang looked like any man in the world who was trapped by love.
At present, it seems that Ning Huayue has not been able to affect his mood at all.
Mandong rolled his eyes, quietly approached Lu Qing, and said with a smile: "Concubine, in fact, the prince loves you very much. Maybe in the future..."
Lu Qing pushed Mandong away speechlessly: "Don't say these things in front of me. Don't have delusions about impossible things."
That's what Mandong said. She has seen situations where women give their heart and end up being let down, and she doesn't agree with focusing on men wholeheartedly.
After sitting for a while, Lu Qing got tired and sent Man Dong: "Okay, you go down and I'll take a nap."
August passed by in a flash, and every day of September, Lu Qing was looking forward to the birth of her child.
Not just because I want to see my child, but more because I feel uncomfortable.
My belly is big, my movements are restricted, and sometimes my mood is affected inexplicably.
Lu Qing waited in agony.
On the ninth day of September, she had just had breakfast and felt a little stomachache.
At first, I thought it was a normal phenomenon like the previous few days, but then the pain became more and more painful, and the amniotic water broke, and Lu Qing realized that the baby was about to be born.
Qiyun Pavilion had prepared the delivery room in advance. Mandong ran to find Aunt Zhong and soon came with three midwives who had already lived in the palace.
Lu Qing was helped into the delivery room by Ji Qin. She was sweating all over from the pain, and her forehead was wet and stuck to her skin.
Aunt Zhong arranged for people to boil water and prepare some utensils in an orderly manner.
The three midwives looked around Lu Qing's belly.
Aunt Zhong still felt soft towards Lu Qing, who was giving birth for the first time. She took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Lu Qing's face and neck, and said in a warm voice that was not very skillful: "Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Li, and Mrs. Lin have delivered many babies." , everything goes smoothly every time, don’t be afraid, concubine, listen to the mothers-in-law, and you will definitely give birth to the little master well."
"Yes, yes, yes, concubine, don't worry, the slaves are experienced, there will be no problem!"
The smiling Mrs. Wang reached out to touch Lu Qing's belly: "The fetus is in a perfect position, and it will be ready in a little while."
Mrs. Lin stood aside, looked at Grandma Zhong who was guarding the door, and said with a smile: "Sister, you don't have to wait here. My concubine will have to wait for a while before starting. You can go and rest first."
Aunt Zhong shook her head and said resolutely: "No, you should do whatever you want."
Mrs. Lin smiled and pinched the corner of her clothes, looking very nervous.
Lu Qing is a very tolerant person. After selling himself as a slave, he easily avoided getting sick. When he got sick, he was very lucky and able to survive.
But she had never experienced childbirth before, and she had never known that giving birth would be so painful. It hurt so much that she wanted to cry.
Time always slows down when people are sad.
When Lu Qing felt that she was in a trance and about to faint from the pain, the women shouted in surprise: "Okay, okay, you can use your strength!"
Dr. Jiang stood outside the screen while Mandong brought in the boiled soup.
Mrs. Lin quickly grabbed it with quick eyes and hands: "I'll do it, I'll do it, give it to my concubine quickly, so that she can work up her energy to give birth!"
As she spoke, she turned her back to the person and shook the powder hidden in her sleeve into the soup.
