Traveling through ancient times, the spy princess had everything going smoothly

Qinghe smiled and said: "This is the result of everyone's joint efforts. We will continue to study it in the future so that more people can benefit from it."

The success of this operation gave the director and Doctor Xue full confidence in dealing with similar situations in the future.

At the same time, Baili Ye did not dare to slack off at all. She looked at Qinghe's growing belly every day, feeling both excited and worried. Sometimes she was so anxious that she dared not sleep at night and had to watch Qinghe all night long.

In order to make Qinghe's delivery safer, he carefully built a sterile delivery room in the palace according to Qinghe's request.

He personally supervised every detail, from the layout of the room to the equipment of disinfection facilities, striving for perfection.

"Xiao He, don't worry, I will arrange the delivery room properly to create the safest and most comfortable environment for you and the children."

Baili Ye said to Qinghe gently.

Qing He leaned into his arms, moved: "With you here, I'm not afraid of anything."

The queen also moved into the palace early and was always concerned about Qinghe's condition.

"Qinghe, just rest and take care of your baby. If there's anything you want to eat or play with, just tell me."

The queen held Qinghe's hand, her eyes full of love.

Qing He smiled and nodded: "Thank you, mother. I feel much more at ease now that you are here."

The closer it gets to the due date, the bigger Qinghe's belly gets. Every day when I bathe Qinghe, I can see her round belly that is as thin as a paper wing. Every day when the children interact with me in Qinghe's belly, I can see their feet and little hands.

The more time passed, the more frightened Baili Ye became, fearing that Qinghe's stomach would burst. He could only swallow his worry in his heart.

He followed Qinghe closely every day, never asking anyone else to do anything with him, including eating, drinking, defecating, urinating, and sleeping.

During this period, the Qin family and the merchants often came to the palace to visit Qinghe, and finally sent people to the palace every day to inquire about Qinghe's situation.

The midwives and imperial doctors in the palace arranged by the Queen were also on standby.

The hospital is in charge of the medical school, and Doctor Xue comes into the house to prepare for Qinghe's delivery at any time.

Qinghe checked her own pulse from time to time and also checked the fetal position through the space medical system. Fortunately, everything was normal, the fetus was in a correct position and met the conditions for a normal delivery.

On October 17th, the sun shone warmly in the courtyard of the palace, and the breeze blew gently, bringing bursts of floral fragrance.

After lunch, Baili Ye and the Queen, one on each side, carefully accompanied Qinghe for a walk in the yard.

Behind him, a group of maids and guards followed in an orderly manner, ready to receive orders at any time.

The three of them were strolling and chatting.

The queen's face was full of love. She patted Qinghe's hand gently and said:

"Qinghe, you are suffering the most right now, it will be much better after the baby is born.

Mother is now wondering what my grandchildren look like?

Is he more like you or more like Ye Er? He must be a very handsome and good-looking child."

Qing He stroked her belly gently, her eyes full of happiness, and said softly:

"It doesn't matter who the child looks like, as long as he is safe and healthy."

Baili Ye was standing aside, his eyes always fixed on Qinghe, never moving away for a moment.

Hearing this, he nodded vigorously and agreed:

"Xiao He is absolutely right. Safety and health are the most important." There was some nervousness in his voice, but more of it was anticipation.

As he was speaking, Qinghe suddenly stopped, frowned slightly, and subconsciously covered his stomach with his hands.

Baili Ye instantly became nervous, his eyes widened, and his voice trembled a little:

"Xiao He, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Qing He took a deep breath, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and he said while enduring the pain:

"I...my stomach suddenly hurts so badly, it seems like I'm about to give birth."

When the queen heard this, she immediately calmed down and quickly turned around and told the maid behind her:

"Go and get Dr. Xue, and call the midwife and the imperial physician over. Act quickly!"

He turned around again, gently supported Qinghe, and said, "Qinghe, don't be afraid, mother and Ye'er are here."

Baili Ye picked up Qinghe and carried her horizontally, ignoring Qinghe's cries, and strode towards the sterile delivery room that had been prepared.

As he walked, he comforted her softly:

"Xiao He, bear with it, we will be there soon, and our child will meet us soon."

Although his voice was soft, his slightly trembling arms revealed his extreme nervousness.

Qing He leaned in his arms, bit her lips tightly, and nodded vigorously:

"Yeah, I'm fine, don't worry too much."

But her face distorted by pain made Baili Ye's heart clench even tighter.

Soon, they arrived at the delivery room.

Baili Ye carefully placed Qing He on the soft bed, his eyes full of worry:

"Xiao He, don't worry, I'm here with you."

Qing He forced a smile, held his hand and said:

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. Don't worry too much. The labor pains will start now, and there will be a long time before the birth. I'll be fine after this period of pain. Stay with me until I give birth, and wait outside for me and the baby to come out."

"I want to stay here with you, otherwise I will feel uneasy." Baili Ye insisted.

"No, I'm afraid you'll have psychological trauma after seeing me giving birth."

"No, you gave birth to my children, I love you so much, how could I have a psychological trauma?"

"You have to go out. I don't want you to see me looking ugly." Qinghe said.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Baili Ye agreed.

"I need to eat something now so that I can have the energy to give birth to a baby later."

As soon as he finished speaking, the queen came in and said, "Qinghe, it will take a long time for you to give birth. Your mother asked someone to make you something to eat. Hurry and eat it while your stomach doesn't hurt."

"Thank you, mother." Qinghe sat up and started eating.

As time went on, Qinghe's contractions became more frequent.

Midwives and imperial doctors hurried over and filed into the delivery room.

Baili Ye was stopped outside the door. He paced back and forth at the door, stopping from time to time and putting his ear against the door, trying to hear the movement inside.

The queen stepped forward, patted his shoulder gently, and said comfortingly:

"Ye'er, don't worry too much. Qinghe is a lucky person. The baby will be fine."

Baili Ye turned around and looked at the queen, his eyes full of anxiety:

"Mother, I know, but I just can't help but worry, what if..."

The Queen interrupted him:

"Nothing will happen. Qinghe and the child will be fine. As a prince, you must stay calm and don't lose your composure."

Baili Ye took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down, but his hands clenched unconsciously, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

In the delivery room, Qinghe lay on the bed, feeling the pain from the contractions, with beads of sweat on her forehead.

Although she understood the birth process, the excruciating pain still made her cry out in pain.

Qinghe's moans could be heard from time to time, and each one was like a heavy hammer hitting Baili Ye's heart.