After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

Xia Yurou immediately mobilized the master's power in her body. A warm force surged from her dantian and turned into a dazzling white light that hit Du Wenxuan's flank like the dawn.

"boom!"

The white light and the black air collided violently, and the black air in Du Wenxuan's body actually stagnated briefly at this moment.

This sudden change also caused his offensive to stagnate, revealing an unprecedented obvious flaw.

Ren Chenxi also keenly seized the opportunity at this moment. The Dragon King's blood in his body gradually boiled. He stretched out both palms, and golden light condensed in his palms, transforming into several tiny golden dragons that rushed straight towards Du Wenxuan with a whistling sound that tore through the air.

Although these golden dragons were small, they contained the power to destroy the world. They instantly broke through Du Wenxuan's insufficient black air defense shield and hit him heavily on the chest.

Du Wenxuan staggered a few steps, with black blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but he did not fall down. He looked at the Princess Bei who was attacking him in shock, because no one had ever been able to see through his weakness.

The ancient wall behind him collapsed under Ren Chenxi's full-strength attack. Amid the flying dust and rubble, the dazzling golden light inside was faintly revealed, as if there were endless treasures hidden in the secret room.

At this moment, Xia Yurou's face instantly turned as pale as paper, with cold sweat on her forehead. The cramps in her abdomen made her almost unable to stand. Fortunately, Nightingale beside her reached out and held her steadily, otherwise she would have fallen down.

She bit her lower lip tightly, not wanting to distract the prince, but the severe pain from her abdomen could not be ignored, and blood had quietly seeped through the green skirt.

Ren Chenxi naturally also noticed Rou'er's abnormality. He no longer paid attention to Du Wenxuan and ran over here anxiously.

Xia Yurou forced a smile, trying to comfort everyone, but her pale face looked particularly weak.

"I...I'm fine, just take a rest."

But the blood that kept seeping through her skirt seemed like the most direct accusation, silently telling of her pain.

With her many years of experience in the martial arts world, Er Niang concluded: "Not good, this is a sign of premature birth, the princess may be about to give birth."

She said this anxiously, her eyes quickly scanning the imperial mausoleum, trying to find a safe place for the princess to give birth as soon as possible.

When the dust settled, a golden entrance to a secret room was revealed behind the stone wall that was blasted open by Ren Chenxi, adding a touch of warm color to the cold stone path.

Seeing this, Sun Erniang immediately said, "The humidity here is too high and it's easy to get sick. Maybe we can help the princess give birth here."

After hearing what Er Niang said, Ren Chenxi did not dare to hesitate. He immediately picked up Xia Yurou and walked quickly towards the entrance of the secret room. Dong Yuhong and others followed closely behind him.

The secret room was ablaze with golden light, and the treasures in the room made the surroundings look magnificent. The emperor's sword was even colder, and the dragon pattern on the sword seemed to contain supreme power. It was the supreme artifact that all royal family members dreamed of obtaining!

However, only Ren Chenxi did not put the Emperor's Sword first, but very nervously and carefully placed Xia Yurou on an ancient stone platform in the corner. The edge of the stone platform was carved with intricate cloud dragon patterns.

Even though Xia Yurou was in great pain, she still stretched out her weak hand to grab the prince's collar and said, "Prince, we must not let the Emperor's Sword fall into the hands of a despicable villain like Du Wenxuan, otherwise the martial arts world and the royal family will fall into greater chaos, and the people will not have peace."

Having said that, Ren Chenxi still couldn't let go of Xia Yurou and her unborn child. A look of worry was written on his face, and he was reluctant to move to stop it.

"Your Majesty, I'm here, you can rest assured."

Since Er Niang said so, Ren Chenxi slowly leaned down and gently kissed Xia Yurou on the forehead. That kiss contained endless affection and reluctance, as if he wanted to convey all his love to his beloved princess.

His back looked like an unshakable mountain in the light and shadow, and he suddenly pounced on Du Wenxuan who was staggering forward.

The two figures collided violently again, the dragon roar continued, and the entire secret room was shaken by the huge shock wave they erupted.

Xia Yurou kept looking at that heroic figure, whispering proudly: "The prince is so handsome..."

But the next second, the severe pain in her abdomen made her curl up and cry out in pain: "It hurts so much!"

Nightingale and Dong Yuhong quickly gathered around and hurriedly covered the princess's trembling body with their coats. Everyone's eyes were filled with anxious concern for the princess.

Although Er Niang is an old hand, her hands can't help but tremble slightly when faced with the sudden task of delivering a baby.

She took a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, and gently placed her hands on the princess's bulging belly.

The pain at this moment made Xia Yurou's face pale. She grasped the stone platform beneath her with both hands tightly, her nails almost embedded in the cracks of the stone, and she unconsciously let out bursts of low moans.

Xiaoxue knelt beside the princess and wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead with a handkerchief, fearing that she would cause her any discomfort.

The nightingale, who was usually calm and resolute, was now pacing anxiously in the secret room like a trapped beast with its hands and feet tied.

She had killed countless enemies but had never been as panicked as she was now. She stared at the princess's painful and distorted face with great worry.

While delivering the baby, Er Niang said anxiously: "Princess, breathe hard... breathe... breathe hard... "

Xia Yurou grasped the edge of the stone platform tightly, her nails turning white from the force. Following Er Niang's guidance, she tried to take deep breaths. Although every breath was accompanied by severe pain, she still tried her best to match Er Niang's rhythm.

"I don't want to give birth anymore, it hurts so much!"

The god of war who had fought for China for many years was now crying because of giving birth to a baby. Tears could not help but fall from the corners of her eyes, and her vision was blurred by the endless sweat.

But even so, she did not give up, because this was the fruit of her love with the prince, and she persisted for the sake of the little life that was about to come into this world.

Two figures shuttled through the golden light and shadow, their speed was so fast that only a trace of afterimage could be caught, and the collision between them was like thunder and lightning that struck the earth. Every confrontation was accompanied by a deafening dragon roar, as if an ancient mythical beast was roaring.

Du Wenxuan was full of cruelty towards Ren Chenxi, but he could not hide his greed for the Emperor's Sword in the center of the secret room.

Beneath Ren Chenxi's stern appearance, he is deeply concerned about his beloved concubine and he must stop him from obtaining the Emperor's Sword.

Xia Yurou's heartfelt moans echoed in the secret room. Every contraction made beads of sweat roll down her forehead, as if she was fighting against the limits of life every second.

Second Mother knelt beside her, her face full of anxiety but calm. She gently pressed her hands on the princess's abdomen, and each press was accompanied by gentle encouragement: "Princess, hold on a little longer, breathe... take a deep breath... the baby will be out soon... breathe... take a deep breath..."

Xiaoxue's fingers kept jumping on the princess's forehead, and every touch took away a trace of fine beads of sweat. Her gentle appearance seemed to be able to heal all the pain in the world.

Nightingale stood aside, clenched her fists, and suddenly said to Xia Yurou: "Princess Bei, you can't just give up like this. I said, your life belongs to me, Nightingale. Without my permission, you must not die before me."

These words almost sent her away on the spot. She was so angry that she squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: "You...you damned Yingzi, wait...wait until I give birth...and see if I will beat you up."

The maid beside her also looked embarrassed. She gently tugged at Nightingale's sleeve and whispered, "Miss Ye, you...you are so straightforward. I'm afraid the young lady will be even more nervous. How about you wait aside first?"

Nightingale was stunned for a moment, then realized that what he had just said was inappropriate, and could only continue to worry about it.