After rebirth, I became the widow of my mortal enemy

Seeing that everyone had left, Yan Mobai was still standing by the bed, and the midwife urged him, "Your Highness, please leave as well."

"I'll stay here with her." Yan Mobai did not move.

"Your Highness is a man, this is inappropriate," said the midwife.

Yan Mobai disagreed: "She is my woman."

He has seen everything about her, so why should he avoid her?

The midwife insisted: "The delivery room is a dangerous place. There will be blood disasters. It is unlucky. Your Highness, please move away."

"My woman is giving birth to my child, and I should avoid danger?" Yan Mobai said in an impatient voice.

The midwife was so frightened that she trembled and dared not say anything.

Ning Miao said hoarsely on the bed: "Go out, don't worry, I'm fine..."

"I'm worried!" Yan Mobai replied quickly and with a firm attitude.

But Ning Miao was also very determined.

"Be obedient and get out. You are here and are affecting me..."

It wasn't that she believed that the delivery room was an unlucky place. She had read in a book that a husband once stayed with his wife and witnessed the entire process of her giving birth, and as a result he became ill.

I can no longer have sex with my wife.

She didn't want this.

Besides, he can't help here.

Yan Mobai was unwilling, but since she said so, he had to obey.

He leaned over and held her face, quickly kissing her cheeks, the wings of her nose, and the corners of her lips, not caring that her face was covered in sweat.

"I'm right at the door."

After saying this, she did not dare to delay any longer for fear of disturbing the midwife's delivery, and left the room immediately.

Outside the wing room, Yikong, King An, Chifeng and Lanying were all there.

Seeing him come out with unsteady steps and sweat on his forehead, Chi Feng hurriedly moved a stool over.

Yan Mobai didn't sit down, but held on to the door frame.

Lanying took his cloak and draped it over his shoulders.

"Don't worry, Fourth Sister-in-law is blessed by God, everything will be fine." Prince An said.

Yan Mobai said nothing and looked outside.

It had already started snowing heavily outside, and the sky was filled with white. There was also a thin layer of snow on the ground.

Seeing that Prince An and Chi Feng were exhausted and covered in snow, Yikong said, "You two should go to the main room and warm yourself by the fire."

They both shook their heads: "It's okay."

Seeing that everyone was standing under the eaves outside the door and unwilling to leave, Yikong went to bring the charcoal basin from the main room over.

Yan Mobai turned around and faced the closed door, listening attentively to the movements inside.

He heard the midwife guiding his breathing and pushing.

He heard Ning Miao screaming in pain.

Several other people were also listening to the noise inside and looking at him.

Everyone knew that although he did not say a word and did not take any action, he must have been in great torment and turmoil in his heart.

Because his hands were clenched on the door frame, and every knuckle was a terrifying white.

When Chunlan arrived with two other midwives, Ning Miao had not yet been born.

"You come in with us." Yan Mobai ordered Chunlan.

He can't stay by the side, so it's good for Chunlan to stay by the side.

Chunlan was of course very willing to do so.

When the door opened and Chunlan and the two midwives went in, Yan Mobai wanted to see what was going on inside.

The door was quickly closed by the midwife inside.

He saw nothing.

I don’t know how long it took, it seemed like an entire lifetime, and finally I heard the cry of a baby.

That cry seemed to brighten the originally gloomy sky.

Everyone was surprised.

"gave birth."

"gave birth."

The door opened, and a midwife came out to announce the good news: "Congratulations, Your Highness, congratulations, Your Highness, it's a little..."

Before she could finish her words, she saw the black-clothed man in front of her moving. Yan Mobai had already rushed into the room, passed by her, and ran quickly to the couch.

Yikong followed closely behind.

Chifeng and Lanying also quickly entered the room.

When Prince An followed everyone in, he asked the midwife who was pushed aside, "Is it the little princess or the little grandson of the emperor?"

The midwife was able to finish her unfinished words: "It's a little grandson of the emperor."

In the side room, two midwives were swaddling the washed baby, while one midwife was picking up the bloody cloth and other items scattered on the floor.

Ning Miao lay weakly on the couch, his face pale, and he was covered with new bedding that had been prepared in advance.

Chunlan took a hot towel and wiped her face and neck.

"Ning Miao," Yan Mobai squatted beside the couch and looked at her: "How do you feel?"

Yes, squatting.

Because only by supporting himself by the edge of the bed could he seem to be able to stand.

Ning Miao curled his lips weakly towards him to show that he was fine.

He stood up a little, leaned over, and kissed her gently, very lightly and tenderly, not caring about the many people in the room.

"You suffered."

Ning Miao shook his head slightly.

"Yan Mobai, I'm so tired, I'm going to take a nap..."

When she was giving birth, she wanted to sleep the whole time but couldn't fall asleep. The midwife was afraid that she would fall asleep, so she used a silver needle to prick her philtrum.

Now, I can finally sleep.

"Well, go to sleep." Yan Mobai stroked her sweaty hair with his big hand.

Ning Miao closed his eyes.

The midwife brought the swaddled baby to Yan Mobai. Yan Mobai didn't even bother to look at her and said to Yikong, "Quickly check Ning Miao's pulse to see if she's really okay."

Yikong had the same idea originally, but the two of them were so entangled just now that he couldn't find out.

Chunlan gently took Ning Miao's arm out of the quilt, and stretched out her hand to examine it carefully.

"Well, I'm just exhausted."

Only then did Yan Mobai feel relieved.

His long-stretched nerves suddenly relaxed, and his legs finally went limp.

Fortunately, Chifeng and Lanying had been following him, and they quickly supported him.

Yan Mobai found that he really couldn't stand, so he sat down on a stool nearby.

Then she reached out to the midwife for the child.

The midwife handed him the swaddling clothes.

Yan Mo held the white bag in his arms, his hands and heart trembling.

so small.

Really small.

Red, wrinkled, eyes closed, as if asleep.

This is his child, his and her child.

He actually has a child!

He stretched out his hand and compared, and found that the little thing's face was much smaller than his palm.

His eyes were hot and he held the little thing tighter in his arms, but the next moment, he loosened his grip a little for fear of hurting him.

"Is he okay?" He raised his eyes and asked the midwife.

The midwife was stunned to see that the man's eyes turned red.

The other grandmother replied, "Don't worry, Your Highness. The little prince is just a little thinner and weaker than other babies because he was born prematurely. There is nothing serious. He needs to be well taken care of and taken extra care of."

"How much?" Yikong asked.

"Five pounds."

Ichikuro nodded.

Not too bad.

Yan Mobai kept his eyes downcast at the little baby in the cradle, and felt that life was truly magical.

Suddenly I realized, "Is it a boy?"

"Yes, it's the little grandson of the emperor." A midwife replied.

Another midwife also spoke up: "Your Highness, if you hold me like this, your arms will get sore soon. Don't be so nervous. Just relax and hold me. It'll be fine."

It was obvious that she had never held a child before and was extremely nervous, with her arms raised high and kept that position.

Yan Mobai tried to relax, but found that he couldn't.

The little thing was too small and too fragile, and he was afraid of hurting him.

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The finale will be tomorrow, and then there will be a few extra chapters.