After rebirth, the little junior sister’s salty life

Fu Jingheng stared quietly at the woman in front of him, his eyes gradually becoming moist.

Although he had never seen this woman, he was very familiar with the maid Cuiyi beside her - she was the caring caregiver left to him by his mother! Cuiyi called this woman "Niangniang", which meant that the woman standing in front of him could only have one identity: she was his biological mother!

His thoughts gradually drifted back to the distant past. When he was just born, it was his mother who sacrificed her own life in exchange for his survival.

This heavy motherly love weighed on his heart like a huge rock, making it difficult for him to breathe. At this moment, when he finally reunited with his mother, the excitement and emotion in his heart surged into his heart like a tide, making it almost impossible for him to control himself.

"It turns out that you are so gentle and beautiful. They all say that you are not favored by your father, and maybe you don't love him either." The man murmured to himself, with a trace of heartache and helplessness in his eyes.

In the following days, the man stayed by his mother's side, never leaving her side. He silently observed her every move, his heart filled with warmth and emotion. He saw her often gently caressing her towering belly, with a happy smile on her face; he heard her softly singing that familiar nursery rhyme, her voice melodious and lingering, like the sound of nature.

However, the reality of the predicament is always there. As they lost the support of the forces outside the palace, their lives became extremely difficult. Without a stable source of income, they lived a very tight life. The meals delivered every day were always late, the quantity was scarce, and the quality was not as good as before.

"My queen, they are just looking down on you. When the master was still alive, they would never dare to treat you like this!" Cui Ling said indignantly, her face full of anger. In the past few days, the meals she brought back were almost all dishes with no nutritional value. She was worried that if this continued, the queen's body would not be able to bear it, and she was even more worried that the healthy growth of the fetus would be affected.

"Don't say anything more, Cuiling, and don't have any more disputes or conflicts with those people, so as not to be plotted against by others. In the days to come, we must keep a low profile and be cautious to ensure that the little prince can be born safely and smoothly."

A woman thinks more deeply. She knows that the hearts of people in the palace are unpredictable and not simple. Cuiling is just a little maid. If she is caught by those powerful masters, she will be severely punished.

After all, Cuiling had been with her for so long, and they were like sisters. She really couldn't bear to see Cuiling lose her life because of her.

Fu Jingheng stood quietly beside his mother, his eyes full of concern and tenderness. However, no matter how hard he tried, his mother could not detect his presence.

"Baby, although I cannot accompany you to grow up, you must be strong. The road ahead may be full of thorns and difficulties, but I firmly believe that you can overcome all difficulties. At the same time, you will also meet someone who is willing to go through the ups and downs with you and who truly loves you. I just hope you don't follow in the footsteps of your father and queen."

The woman lowered her head and whispered softly!

As autumn deepens, the air becomes colder and colder. The lotus flowers in the courtyard have withered, and the ancient ginkgo tree has cast its golden leaves all over the ground.

At this moment, the woman was lying on the couch, her face as pale as paper, trying her best to give birth.

"My lady, what should I do? All the midwives in the palace serve the Imperial Concubine. What should I do?"

Cuiling, who was standing on one side, had tears in her eyes and a look of panic and helplessness on her face. After all, she was still young and had not learned how to deliver a baby.

"Ahhh... Well, Cuiling, don't panic, just come over and help me deliver the baby. I believe you can do it."

The woman's face was covered in sweat, and she tried her best to hold her breath.

Seeing the queen in such pain, Cuiling's heart was broken. She knew very well that there was little she could do at the moment, but she was still determined to obey the queen's orders.

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Your Majesty. I'll do whatever you tell me to do." Cuiling's tone was firm and resolute.

"First... go boil a basin of hot water, and then... get the scissors... ahhh!" However, before the woman could finish her words, a heart-wrenching pain came like a tide and instantly drowned her.

"My queen, I'll do it right away." Cui Ling looked at the scene in front of her in horror and ran out in panic.

At the same time, Fu Jingheng, who was not supposed to be in the room, walked in. His eyes were fixed on the mother who was trying her best to give birth. She was so weak, but so tenacious, trying her best to bring him into this world.

Fu Jingheng slowly approached the bed and tried to reach out and hold her hands. However, as always, his hands just passed through her hands in vain and could not really touch her.

"Mother, mother, you have to be strong, you can do it." Fu Jingheng called softly, his eyes full of anxiety and concern.

At this moment, the woman who was already unable to continue giving birth suddenly seemed to hear some kind of call. A voice seemed to emerge in her blurred consciousness, calling her - mother. Could it be that this was her child passing on strength and courage to her?

She used up her last bit of strength to hold on to the illusory warmth, and an inexplicable power surged in her heart. Perhaps this is the greatness of maternal love, even in the face of unknown difficulties and challenges, she will never give up easily.

This sound gave her great energy. The woman began to exert force, holding the quilt tightly with her hands, and her eyes were full of determination.

She didn’t know how much time had passed, but she just felt a tearing pain in her lower body, and suddenly she breathed a sigh of relief, she knew her child was born!

Just then Cuiling ran in with a basin and saw a large amount of blood flowing from the empress's body and the little prince lying on the bed.

Without time to react, she immediately took out the small quilt she had prepared earlier and asked the little prince to wrap it tightly.

Then she turned to look at the empress. Seeing her face as pale as paper and without any blood, tears burst out like a flood and she couldn't stop them.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, it's a little prince!"

"Prince... Hello, Prince... Cuiling, I am almost dying. I don't trust anyone else in this palace. I can only entrust the baby to you. I hope you can protect him for me..."

Cuiling was already crying her heart out at this time. She nodded vigorously while crying.

"Don't worry, your majesty. Cui Ling will definitely protect the little prince even if it costs her life!"

"Okay...thank you..."

After saying this, the woman felt her strength draining away bit by bit, and her consciousness became increasingly blurred. Just before she was about to fall into endless darkness, she suddenly saw a figure beside her. It was a man with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his facial features were very similar to hers.

She used up her last bit of strength, murmured and opened her mouth, wanting to call out "baby", but these two words were like a heavy burden, pressing her down so that she couldn't make a sound. In the end, she still couldn't call out "baby", and fell asleep forever with a heart full of regret and reluctance...

Fu Jingheng stared at what was happening in front of him with eyes wide open, in disbelief, his heart filled with endless grief and sorrow. He stretched out his hands tremblingly, trying to touch the woman's face, but no matter how hard he tried, his hands could not touch her.

\"Mother... Mother! \" Fu Jingheng shouted at the top of his lungs, tears pouring out like a broken dam. However, no matter how he called, the woman remained unresponsive, as if she had fallen asleep in another world.

Perhaps it was because it felt the mother's departure that the child, who was originally lying quietly in the cradle, burst into tears without anyone touching him. The cry was like a sharp knife, piercing everyone's heart.

Cuiling was also kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down her face, heartbroken!

At this moment, the door that had been closed for a long time was suddenly pushed open, and a man in bright yellow clothes walked into the room. He glanced at the woman on the bed indifferently, and nodded slightly to the servant beside him.

Then, several older women walked out from behind the man, carefully lifted the woman on the bed, and slowly left.

The man's eyes then fell on the baby in the swaddling clothes, and after frowning slightly, he gestured to the maid beside him. The maid hurried forward, gently picked up the baby, and followed the man out of the room.

Hearing the footsteps of the crowd leaving, Cui Ling raised her head, with a hint of hatred and unwillingness in her eyes!

But she knew that at this moment she had to lie low, inquire about the whereabouts of the little prince, return to the little prince, and also find out where the queen was buried.