Rebirth of the Princess Pearl

Time passed quietly, and the hustle and bustle of the capital city intertwined into a unique picture. The red walls and yellow tiles of the imperial palace sparkled in the sunshine, and in the imperial garden, hundreds of flowers bloomed and butterflies fluttered, as if cheering for the upcoming joy.

Qing'er's pregnancy was smooth under everyone's careful care. One day, Qing'er suddenly felt a pain in her abdomen. The palace maids panicked and hurried to inform Xiao Jian and the imperial physician. Xiao Jian was practicing sword in the yard. After hearing the news, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. His face changed drastically and he rushed to Qing'er's room.

"Qing'er, how are you?" Xiao Jian rushed to the bedside, held Qing'er's hand tightly, his eyes full of anxiety and worry.

Qing'er's face was pale, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, but she still managed to force a smile and said, "Xiao Jian, don't worry, I'm fine."

The imperial doctors came in hastily, preparing for the delivery. The room was filled with a tense atmosphere, and the palace maids came in and out, carrying hot water and towels.

Xiao Jian paced back and forth outside the room, his hands clenched tightly into fists, his heart filled with anxiety. He looked into the room from time to time, praying that Qing'er and the child would be safe.

Others in the palace also learned that Qing'er was about to give birth and rushed over. Xiaoyanzi held Ziwei's hand and ran over in a hurry, her face full of concern.

"Qing'er must be okay." Xiaoyanzi said anxiously.

Ziwei also nodded, her eyes full of worry: "I hope Qing'er and the child are safe."

Yongqi and Erkang were also standing by, looking nervous. Yongqi said, "Xiao Jian must be very worried right now." Erkang sighed and said, "I hope everything goes well."

In the room, Qing'er's screams of pain continued to be heard, and Xiao Jian's heart was tightened. He wished he could bear this pain for Qing'er.

After a long period of agony, a loud cry of a baby finally broke the tense atmosphere. The palace maids ran out excitedly, shouting, "It's born, it's born, it's a little boy."

Xiao Jian was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes. He rushed into the room and saw Qing'er lying weakly on the bed with a small baby lying beside her. He walked to Qing'er, kissed her forehead gently, and said, "Qing'er, you have worked hard."

Qing'er smiled happily and looked at the children beside her with eyes full of love.

When Xiaoyanzi and others heard the news, they also rushed into the room excitedly. Xiaoyanzi looked at the baby and said happily: "Wow, what a cute baby."

Ziwei also looked at the child tenderly and said, "Qing'er, you are really amazing."

The palace was immediately filled with joy. When the Queen Mother learned that Qing'er had given birth to a son, she was so happy that she couldn't stop smiling. She immediately asked people to prepare various gifts and went to visit Qing'er and the child.

"Qing'er, you have done a great deed by giving birth to a queen for the royal family." The Queen Mother looked at the child with a smile on her face.

Qing Er bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, Queen Mother."

With the birth of the baby, the palace seemed to have a touch of warmth. Xiao Jian stayed by Qing'er and the child's side all day, with a happy smile on his face. He held the child carefully, his eyes full of doting.

"Son, you are our hope." Xiao Jian said softly.

Qing'er looked at Xiao Jian and the child, her heart filled with happiness. She knew that from now on, their lives would become more fulfilling and meaningful because of this little life.

As the days passed, the baby grew stronger and stronger under everyone's care. People in the palace were full of love and expectation for this little life. And the stories of Xiaoyanzi, Ziwei and others continued to be written with the company of this new life...

The streets of the capital are still bustling with people. Shops are lined up, and their signs are shining in the sun. The mountains in the distance are rolling, shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland. In the palace, the red walls and yellow tiles are still solemn and magnificent, and the flowers in the imperial garden are still blooming with brilliant colors. In this place full of stories, a new chapter is slowly unfolding...