The Legend of Concubine Su

Chapter 11: Concubine's Birth

Day after day, year after year, time flew by like a fleeting horse. In the blink of an eye, Su Jingyue finally reached the most important moment of her life: ten months of pregnancy, the birth of a new life. The entire palace was enveloped in an atmosphere of tension and joy. The palace maids bustled about, preparing everything they might need, while the midwives were on high alert, fearing any mishaps.

In the delivery room, Su Jingyue lay on the bed, her face pale as paper, beads of sweat on her forehead like glittering pearls. She clenched her teeth tightly, her lips bitten white, but she couldn't resist the excruciating pain that washed over her like a tide. Each contraction was like a sharp sword, piercing her body mercilessly and leaving her in agony.

Her hands clutched the sheets tightly, her fingers turning white from the excessive force, as if they were about to tear. Her body trembled uncontrollably, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind. The pain was like a million ants gnawing at her flesh, like being burned by fire, making it almost impossible to breathe.

The midwife anxiously instructed her. Her voice, though gentle, held an irresistible power. "My Queen, push harder, push harder... You must persevere. Only then can the little prince (or princess) be born safely." Su Jingyue listened to the midwife's words, feeling an immense surge of strength. She knew she had to endure all this pain for the sake of her child.

She used all her strength, desperately trying to give birth to the child. Every effort felt like a fight with death, and the pain, like a shadow, followed her everywhere, constantly tormenting her. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought hard to hold them back. She told herself not to cry, to be strong. For her child, she had to persevere to the end.

Su Jingyue was fully aware of the responsibility and mission she shouldered. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to bring the life she had been carrying for ten months into the world. She knew that in ancient times, there were no modern medical methods like cesarean sections, so she could only rely on her own will and perseverance to overcome this difficult situation.

The emperor outside the delivery room was like an ant on a hot pan, restless. His steps seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and he paced back and forth in the corridor outside the delivery room. Each step seemed so heavy, as if it carried his endless worry for Su Jingyue.

He stared at the closed door, as if he could see through it to see what was going on inside. His eyes were filled with anxiety and uneasiness, as if he was silently praying that Su Jingyue would be safe.

The emperor clenched his fists, his palms drenched in sweat. His heartbeat was like a war drum, pounding against his chest, threatening to burst out of his throat. He wished he could rush to the delivery room immediately, be by Su Jingyue's side, and face this difficult time with her.

However, the midwife's dissuasion was like an insurmountable chasm that stood in front of him. The emperor's heart was full of contradictions and struggles. He was well aware of his identity and status, but his concern for Su Jingyue made him unable to let go.

As time passed, the emperor became more and more anxious. He wished he could have extraordinary powers to break open the tightly closed door, rush into the delivery room, and hold Su Jingyue tightly in his arms.

However, the emperor remained unmoved. He looked at the midwife with a firm gaze and said word by word: "If I can't even protect my own woman, how can I be called an emperor?" After that, he turned around resolutely and walked into the delivery room, throwing all etiquette and rules behind his mind.

In the delivery room, the emperor's heart ached when he saw Su Jingyue in such agony. He held her hand tightly and encouraged her with a warm and powerful voice, "Jingyue, you've worked so hard. Hold on a little longer, our child will be born soon." With his companionship and encouragement, Su Jingyue seemed to find boundless strength and courage. She gritted her teeth once more, using her last remaining strength to give birth to the child.

Following a clear cry, an experienced midwife, her hands covered in blood but filled with endless joy, carefully cradled the newly born child and knelt before the majestic emperor. Her voice was filled with boundless joy and solemnity: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! This is a healthy and lovely little prince. God bless our great country! The royal family has a new addition!"

Upon hearing this, the emperor's gaze softened instantly. He gently moved to Su Jingyue's side, his eyes filled with heartache and love. He gently stroked Su Jingyue's pale yet still beautiful face, his voice so gentle that it seemed to drip with water: "My beloved, you have worked hard. You have made an invaluable contribution to giving birth to such an outstanding prince for me."

Upon hearing this, the emperor felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He gently picked up the little prince, his tender face and delicate body filling him with emotion. He pondered for a moment, then said solemnly, "Let this child be named Yuan Cong. May he be as gentle as jade and as tough as Cong stone, and become a pillar of our great country."

Upon hearing this, Su Jingyue's eyes flashed with surprise and gratitude. She gently took the little prince and kissed him tenderly on the forehead: "Yuan Cong, from now on you will have a name: Yuan Cong. Remember, you are the emperor's child, and you are the future of our great country."

At this time, the maids and eunuchs around also knelt on the ground, their faces filled with the same joy and blessings: "Congratulations, Her Majesty, congratulations, on the birth of the prince!" Their voices echoed in the palace, as if offering the most sincere blessings for this new life.

The Emperor was overjoyed upon seeing this. He waved his hand and said proudly, "Today, everyone in Concubine Su's palace will receive a reward! I want you to share this joy and glory!"

These words were like a bomb dropped into a calm lake, instantly causing a commotion. The palace maids and eunuchs were stunned for a moment, then their faces lit up with ecstasy. They were so excited they almost cheered, but they didn't dare to be rude. They could only kowtow profusely to express their gratitude to the emperor.

Of all the people, the most excited was undoubtedly Xiaodouzi. His eyes widened, his mouth hanging open, as if he couldn't believe his ears. It took him a while to react, and he quickly knelt on the ground, tearfully thanking the emperor for his gift.

Meanwhile, Concubine Su was moved to tears. She held the Emperor's hand tightly, her eyes filled with happiness and gratitude. This scene moved everyone present, who couldn't help but sigh at the Emperor's love for Concubine Su and the importance he placed on the newborn.

The entire palace was filled with a joyous and festive atmosphere. The maids busied themselves preparing rewards, while the eunuchs rushed around spreading the good news throughout the palace. Concubine Su and the Emperor, immersed in the joy of becoming new parents, looked forward to a beautiful life together.

For a moment, the palace erupted in cheers, everyone immersed in this sudden joy. And the little prince, Yuan Cong, slowly closed his eyes amidst this love and blessing, as if he too felt immense happiness and satisfaction at his own birth.

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