An Lingrong is reborn, the reorganized team is killing like crazy

"Imperial Physician Meng has already reported to me that the baby in your belly is a prince." The emperor still stared at An Lingrong but said nothing else.

"Your Majesty, please don't. We will definitely get through this safely." An Lingrong held the emperor's hand and looked into his eyes. The emperor just stared at An Lingrong and still did not speak.

"Your Majesty, if it were you... I would never live in vain." An Lingrong had a stubborn look on her face, tears welling up in her eyes. The emperor finally curled his lips slightly and stood up.

Having been with this man for so many years, An Lingrong knew that he was testing her, but she didn't expect that he would still test her at this time...

After the emperor sat in the armchair beside her, An Lingrong calmed herself down, wiped away the tears in her eyes, and an unintentional smile crossed the corners of her lips.

"Rong'er, I have few children, and only the Third and Fourth Princes are alive now.

Although the Third Prince grew up under my nose, he is not really smart, and was raised by Concubine Qi and Ulanara to be too timid and unable to handle heavy responsibilities.

The Fourth Prince has been raised in the Old Summer Palace since he was a child. I don’t know this son very well, so I dare not entrust him with important tasks.

And then there is the child in your belly. If we can get through this safely, I will take him with me and teach him carefully..."

As the emperor spoke, he took An Lingrong's hand again, his tone gentle.

"Long live the emperor, and the concubines in the harem are still young..." An Lingrong looked at the two people's clasped hands and spoke lightly.

"I will have someone put this imperial edict behind the plaque that says 'upright and bright'. If I really have no other choice, you will give it to Zhang Tingyu."

This time, when the emperor looked at An Lingrong, there was finally no more guard or vigilance in his eyes, only trust and reluctance.

"Your Majesty..." An Lingrong wanted to say more, but the emperor raised his hand to stop her.

*

During lunch, An Lingrong seemed to hear the sounds of fighting coming from afar, but because it was too far away, she could not hear it clearly. However, the footsteps of the guards outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation increased a lot.

"Your Majesty, please try this tea-flavored shrimp. It is my favorite dish. It was made especially delicious by the imperial kitchen today." An Lingrong said as she scooped some with a spoon and placed it in front of the emperor.

The emperor took the spoon and put it in his mouth, nodded and said: "It's really good..."

……

The two of them had their meal amidst the faint noise of chaos coming from outside. Every dish on the table looked delicious, but it seemed to have no taste at all...

The sound of footsteps outside could be heard every few breaths. After lunch, the emperor continued to sit at the desk and read the memorials, while An Lingrong leaned on the Luohan bed and read a book of poetry in her hand...

As the evening approached and dinner was served, An Lingrong felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen. She thought to herself, "Oh no! Why did this child choose this time to come?"

"Rong'er, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" The emperor looked at An Lingrong, and seeing that she looked unhappy, he took her hand and asked.

An Lingrong pretended to be calm, looked at the emperor, and spoke with a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I am afraid I am about to give birth. I have a stomachache."

"Stomachache? Now? Su Peisheng, quickly call Meng Zhaoxing!" The emperor shouted, and Su Peisheng responded from outside, followed by a panicked sound.

After just a few breaths, Meng Zhaoxing walked in. When he heard that An Lingrong had a stomachache, he immediately knelt down in a hurry to take An Lingrong's pulse.

"Your Majesty, the Queen is indeed about to give birth." Meng Zhaoxing had beads of sweat on his forehead.

He was invited to the Yangxin Palace early this morning, and has been staying in the back hall of the Palace ever since.

Although he was only an imperial physician, the various changes in the palace in the past few days made him know that there would be major changes in the palace even if he didn't know what had happened. He had been silently praying in his heart that the Empress Chen would not start a change in the next few days, but it happened to start at this time...

"Your Majesty, please let me go to the side hall." An Lingrong looked at the emperor and spoke with a little nervousness on her face. The emperor shook his head after hearing that.

"Give birth here. Su Peisheng, go call the midwife and the wet nurse over, and also send a group of guards over to seal my study and have them guard it..." The emperor spoke quickly without any hesitation.

When An Lingrong saw this, she finally felt that her two risky choices had finally paid off.

*

As night fell, the sounds of fighting outside became clearer and clearer. An Lingrong endured the stabbing pain in her abdomen, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

"Rong'er, how are you?" The emperor held An Lingrong's hand, his face full of concern.

"I'm fine, Your Majesty, please go out. I'm fine." An Lingrong's words were trembling slightly. The emperor picked up the silk handkerchief beside him and wiped the sweat from An Lingrong's forehead.

"Your Majesty, please let me come." Ju Qing, who had been kneeling beside the bed, looked at An Lingrong with heartache and spoke.

"I can do it if I want." The emperor touched An Lingrong's face. An Lingrong felt a pain coming again. She clenched her teeth and held the emperor's hand tightly, but still couldn't help groaning twice...

"Rong'er, what's wrong with you? Doctor Meng, please call Doctor Meng in!" The emperor looked nervous. Meng Zhaoxing hurriedly walked up to him and took An Lingrong's pulse.

"Your Majesty, Empress Chen should be about to go into labor. I think we can call in the midwife..." Meng Zhaoxing lowered his head and spoke. The Emperor asked Su Peisheng to call in the midwife.

"Your Majesty, please go out. I can do it." An Lingrong looked at the emperor and tried hard to force a smile, but was then overwhelmed by the pain and let out a muffled groan.

"Rong'er, hold on. I'm in the outer hall. Call me if you have any problems." The emperor's eyes were filled with worry and reluctance. At this moment, the orderly footsteps outside became heavier.

"Rong'er, don't worry. Yue Zhongqi and Feng Chi are guarding outside. We and the child will be fine." The emperor held An Lingrong's hand, kissed the back of her hand, and then raised his hand to touch An Lingrong's fair face.

"Well, Your Majesty can rest assured." An Lingrong nodded slightly, and her eyes were full of determination when she looked at the emperor.

Soon, the midwife arrived and the emperor had to leave the bedroom.

"Ah!..." After the emperor left, An Lingrong finally couldn't help but shout.

The emperor, who had just stepped out of the bedroom, felt a tightness in his heart when he heard this voice. It was even more painful than when Chun Yuan gave birth. It felt like his heart was blocked by something.

In the past, when Chun Yuan gave birth, he also waited outside the palace. At that time, he was mostly filled with joy and anticipation. He was extremely looking forward to the arrival of his and Chun Yuan's child...

But now, he didn't know why, but he felt more distressed...

An Lingrong's pale face, which was trying to hold back the pain, seemed to be right in front of her. Her weak yet determined eyes were like a silent hammer, beating her heart...

And the strength she used to clench his hand just now, how much pain must it be to make a weak woman like her exert such great strength? !

This made him even more distressed and anxious!