Comprehensive film and television: male god's favorite

Yinzhen embraced An Lingrong and held her gently in his arms: "I just wanted to tease you. You look so cute when you are shy."

"Your Majesty, you are too mean." An Lingrong said coquettishly, but she was not really angry.

Yinzhen lowered his head and kissed her forehead, whispering, "Rong'er, you will always be the loveliest person in my heart. Besides, she is your mother, isn't she my mother-in-law? Is there any problem with me calling her that?"

An Lingrong was a little overwhelmed by his sudden intimacy, and her cheeks turned even redder, like a ripe apple. She gently pushed Yinzhen's chest and said coquettishly, "Your Majesty, you just make fun of me. How can an emperor call a concubine mother and mother-in-law? If this gets out, won't people laugh at me?"

However, Yinzhen tightened his arms and held her tighter in his arms, his low laughter echoing in her ears: "What a joke? Who dares to laugh at me? I'll see who dares!" His tone was full of unquestionable domineering, but also full of pampering for An Lingrong.

"But..." An Lingrong wanted to say something, but Yinzhen blocked her mouth with a kiss. This kiss was gentle and long, with a faint sweet-scented osmanthus scent, as if to melt her in his arms.

After the kiss, An Lingrong was a little out of breath, her eyes were blurred. Yinzhen looked at her charming appearance, his heart moved, he couldn't help but pecked her lips again, whispered: "My Rong'er, you are getting more and more beautiful."

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It was late at night, but the lights in Yongshou Palace were still bright. Yinzhen sat beside An Lingrong's bed, holding her hand, his eyes never leaving her. An Lingrong was not sleeping well, her brows were furrowed, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.

Yinzhen wiped it gently with a silk handkerchief, his eyes full of worry.

"Your Majesty, you should go and rest for a while. I'm fine." An Lingrong opened her eyes drowsily and saw Yinzhen standing by her side. A warm feeling surged in her heart.

Yinzhen shook his head and said firmly, "I'm worried and want to stay with you." His hand unconsciously stroked An Lingrong's bulging belly, feeling the throbbing brought by the little life inside, but his heart felt as heavy as if a huge rock was pressing on it.

The words of the imperial physician lingered in his ears: "young age...difficult labor..." These words entangled him like a curse, making him unable to sleep or eat.

"Your Majesty, I know you are worried, but if you keep going like this, your body will not be able to bear it." An Lingrong tried to comfort Yinzhen softly, but she was also afraid in her heart. She could feel the restlessness of the fetus in her belly, and she could also feel Yinzhen's tense emotions.

Yinzhen forced a smile and said in a nonchalant manner: "I'm fine. As long as you and the child are safe, I'm not afraid of anything." He hugged An Lingrong in his arms, feeling the warmth from her body, trying to draw a little strength from this intimate contact.

An Lingrong nestled in Yinzhen's arms, feeling his strong heartbeat, and felt a little more at ease. She gently stroked Yinzhen's face and said softly, "Your Majesty, I will be fine, and our child will be born safely."

However, fate always seems to like to play tricks on people. At this moment, An Lingrong suddenly felt a sharp pain. She grabbed Yinzhen's hand fiercely, and her nails dug deep into his flesh.

"Your Majesty... it hurts..." An Lingrong's face turned pale in an instant, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her voice began to tremble.

Yinzhen's heart sank suddenly. He immediately realized what had happened and shouted, "Call the imperial physician!"

There was a hint of panic in his voice, a level of fright he had never experienced before.

The entire Yongshou Palace was suddenly in chaos. The palace maids and eunuchs ran around in panic, and the imperial doctors also hurried over. The bedroom was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The imperial doctors filed in, all with solemn expressions and hurried steps. The calming incense that was originally burning in the bedroom was now replaced by a strong smell of medicine. The midwives also arrived soon after, and their arrival added to the tense atmosphere in the bedroom.

Yinzhen held An Lingrong's hand tightly, his palms were full of sweat, and he felt his heartbeat was deafening.

"Your Majesty, please go out first. The delivery room is dirty and the emperor's health is the most important." The midwife stepped forward and advised.

Yinzhen seemed not to hear anything, his eyes were fixed on An Lingrong's face, refusing to move away. His lips trembled, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

An Lingrong's pain came in waves, as if it was tearing her apart. She bit her lips tightly to prevent herself from making any sound, but her pale face and the beads of sweat on her forehead revealed the great pain she was enduring at the moment.

"Your Majesty...I...it hurts so much..." An Lingrong said intermittently, her voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Yinzhen's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was unbearable. He leaned over, hugged An Lingrong tightly in his arms, and whispered in her ear: "Rong'er, I'm here, I'm with you, you must hold on."

His voice was low and hoarse, with a barely perceptible tremor. An Lingrong felt that Yinzhen's warm embrace gave her a little strength, and she nodded hard, trying to respond to his comfort.

As time went by, An Lingrong's pain became more and more severe, and her consciousness began to blur. In the bedroom, the anxious voices of the midwives, the footsteps of the palace maids, and the whispered discussions of the imperial doctors intertwined together to form a chaotic buzz.

Yinzhen felt as if his heart was suspended in mid-air, up and down. He held An Lingrong's hand tightly, feeling her gradually cold body temperature, his heart filled with fear and helplessness.

An Lingrong's cries of pain became louder and louder, like a sharp knife cutting into Yinzhen's heart. He felt that it was becoming difficult to breathe, and everything in front of him became blurry, with only An Lingrong's painful face clearly imprinted in his mind.

"Your Majesty, you...please go out..." An Lingrong said with her last bit of strength, her voice so hoarse that it was almost inaudible.

She didn't want Yinzhen to see her in such a miserable state, and she hoped to always keep her best self in his heart.

Yinzhen seemed not to hear it. He held An Lingrong's hand tightly, his knuckles turned white, his lips trembled, but he could not say anything. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear and helplessness. He was afraid of losing An Lingrong and their child.

The midwives were so anxious that they were sweating profusely. They kept urging An Lingrong to push harder, but An Lingrong seemed to have exhausted all her strength. She could only lie weakly on the bed, letting the waves of pain overwhelm her.