After crossing, I surrounded the capital from the countryside

China, Kyoto.

"Now, please welcome tonight's best emerging designer~"

"Shen Qingqing! Come on stage and receive your award!"

Accompanied by a burst of warm applause, and amidst the envious, jealous, or encouraging looks of the people around her, Shen Qingqing smiled and calmly stood up and went on stage.

She wore a slim-fitting and stylish suit, embellished with an aquamarine brooch she made herself, which made her look smart, steady and not rigid. The sense of freedom and elegance that came over her was eye-catching.

Not to mention her face that is enough to make people's heart beat. Her face is cold and clear, as if there is no trace of worldly smoke. But her eyes are slightly raised, full of power and aggressiveness. Coupled with her unrestrained temperament, she is charming but not lustful.

Standing on the podium, Shen Qingqing had just received her trophy when she suddenly felt dizzy and the world in front of her eyes began to spin wildly.

"Hiss——" There was a burst of noise in my ears, as if there were countless gods and Buddhas whispering in my ears.

Shen Qingqing's face suddenly turned pale as paper. She covered her head with both hands, as if she was in great pain. The pain made her legs tremble, unable to support the weight of her body. Then, she suddenly fainted and lay limply on the stage.

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and no one on or off the stage had time to react.

The audience was panicked and talking about it.

Shen Qingqing blinked slowly, and her last consciousness ended with the director in the audience yelling, "Call a doctor!"

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Great Zhou Kingdom, the capital, the Prime Minister’s Mansion, Jingya Courtyard.

"Hot water! Quick!"

"Midwife!"

In a prominent official residence.

A young man in official uniform looked nervous and kept looking around anxiously outside the room.

Inside the room, the woman on the bed looked pale and sweating. Wang Po, who was delivering the baby beside the bed, was also a little anxious.

"Ma'am, you have to hold on. Try harder! Try harder!"

The maidservant beside her also had tears in her eyes and kept wiping the sweat off the woman in labor: "Madam, you must hold on!"

[Qingqing, Qingqing, wake up quickly...]

A slightly low voice that was a little familiar yet nine parts unfamiliar was echoing anxiously in Shen Qingqing's ears.

[Wake up, time...is...running too late...hurry...]

The voice became more and more anxious, yet also weaker.

Outside.

Listening to his wife's screams of pain through the door, Shen Lingyun could not help but frown and clench his teeth. His hands hanging by his side clenched uncontrollably, and he didn't even notice when his nails pierced through his flesh.

Seeing the basins of blood being brought out, he could not help but turn pale. With every basin that came out, his heart tightened and his face turned paler.

Butler Yan, who was standing by, looked at the master's bloody hands and thought of the deep affection between the master and his wife. He also kept praying silently in his heart for his wife and the baby in her belly.

inside the door.

At this time, the woman had prepared for the worst. She took a deep breath and used all her remaining strength to fight hard.

"what!!!"

The severe pain made her scream out even though she knew she shouldn't. In an instant, the woman felt nothing under her body and she lay exhausted on the bed, without any strength left.

His face was pale and his breath was weak.

The tragic roar finally brought Shen Qingqing back to consciousness, and her drowsy mind began to slowly turn [Where is this...? ]

As Shen Qingqing woke up, the weak voice disappeared from her ears, as if it had never appeared.

Before I had time to think, a sudden pushing sensation came from all directions.