The cruel little princess

At three quarters past noon, Shen Zijin galloped all the way on his horse and finally arrived at the backyard of Prince Jin's mansion in a hurry.

He was so anxious that he didn't even care about the fatigue from running all the way. He didn't even have time to drink a sip of water. He asked the people around him anxiously, "How is Youyou now?"

The voice was full of worry and anxiety, beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead kept rolling down his cheeks, his eyes were full of panic and uneasiness, and his lips were trembling slightly with anxiety.

When His Royal Highness Prince Jin saw Shen Zijin like this, he couldn't help but reveal a look of astonishment, his eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, and after a moment of silence he said, "Brother! How could it be you?

What exactly is going on?

Could it be that the destined person that Abbot Wuwo mentioned is you, Big Brother?!"

As he spoke, he walked forward quickly, his eyes full of confusion and expectation, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was trying hard to think about the reason behind this.

At this moment, Shen Zijin had no mind to answer King Jin's question. His eyes were searching the yard eagerly. When he saw Abbot Wuwo sitting cross-legged in meditation, he immediately rushed to the abbot in a few steps.

"Abbot, what's going on with my sister now?

What can I do to help her?

Please, please save her!"

There was a hint of crying in his voice, and his hands tightly grasped the sleeves of Abbot Wuwo. His eyes were full of pleading and helplessness, and his body was trembling slightly, as if a drowning man had grabbed the last straw.

Abbot Wuwo slowly opened his compassionate eyes, his gaze calm and deep. He looked at Shen Zijin's face quietly and shook his head slightly. Hmm, it seems that there is still a little bit missing...

Abbot Wuwo said softly, "The time has not yet come... 'wait'..." The voice was gentle but seemed to contain endless profound meaning, making it difficult to grasp.

Then, Abbot Wuwo closed his eyes again and began to recite the scriptures loudly. The sound of the scriptures was melodious and solemn, as if a mysterious power was echoing in the air.

When the disciples behind Abbot Wuwo heard their master change from silently reciting to chanting loudly, they looked at each other, understood what he meant, and followed suit by raising their voices.

For a moment, dense Buddhist chants intertwined and floated in the air. The sound seemed to merge with the rhythm of Shen Youyou's labor pains at the moment, and it seemed that they had reached a critical point, making people's hearts tense.

"I... I'm afraid... I'm about to give birth..."

In the delivery room, Shen Youyou's face was as pale as paper, her hair soaked with sweat. She held Chuntao's hand tightly, her nails digging deeply into Chuntao's flesh. Her face was full of pain, and she whispered weakly and tremblingly.

The people in the room at that moment happened to be Li Wenpo and Zhou Wenpo.

Seeing this, Zhou Wenpo hurried over and carefully hugged Shen Youyou's waist. Her eyes were full of concern and tension, and she kept muttering: "Princess, please relax, try harder, try harder..."

Chun Tao held Shen Youyou's hands tightly with her backhand, tears welling up in her eyes. She said in a choked voice, "Miss! You must hold on! You can do it!"

Four maids quickly pulled the square silk and covered Shen Youyou tightly from the chest down.

Midwife Li took a deep breath and carefully crawled under the silk.

After a while, pieces of blood-stained cotton cloth were handed out, and basins of blood were also taken out of the delivery room. The pungent smell of blood filled the entire room, making people feel dizzy.

"Princess Jin, you have to push harder! Push harder, the baby will be out soon!"

Li Wenpo's voice came from under the covering silk. Because of the silk, it sounded a little unclear and unreal.

Her hands were constantly busy inside, her eyes were focused and determined, and her forehead was covered with sweat. Although she was tired, she did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

Shen Youyou gritted her teeth, and struggled to adjust her breathing as the contractions became more frequent. She tried her best to increase the thrust between her legs. However, she always felt as if something was blocking her, and she just couldn't give birth to the baby!

"Huh...huh..."

She kept gasping for breath, beads of sweat kept rolling down her forehead, and she looked like she had been fished out of the water. Her hair was wet and stuck to her cheeks, and her eyes were full of despair and helplessness.

"Midwife, if it doesn't work...if it doesn't work...let's do an episiotomy!"

Shen Youyou struggled to speak, her voice weak but full of determination.

She was also worried that the baby would be in danger if it stayed in her belly for too long, and the anxiety in her eyes seemed to be overflowing.

However, according to Shen Youyou's physical condition, she should be able to give birth, but the baby just hasn't appeared!

This made Shen Youyou extremely anxious. She was secretly worried, and kept thinking in her heart: "What is going on? Why can't the baby come out?"

"Princess! Please hold on a little longer! The young master's head is almost in sight! Push harder, Princess!"

Midwife Li's voice came out from under the covering silk again. It was still a little unclear, but the anxiety in her words made people feel the same.

The Buddhist music in the courtyard became louder and louder. The solemn and mysterious sound seemed to have a magical power, which brought people an inexplicable sense of security.

As Buddhist music came into the delivery room through the doors and windows, it seemed that bits of golden light floated down on Shen Zijin.

Abbot Wuwo opened his blazing eyes the moment golden light floated out of the delivery room, and a hint of imperceptible relief flashed in his eyes.

Seeing the golden light surrounding Shen Zijin and then scattering on him, Abbot Wuwo nodded slightly in relief and continued to chant with his eyes closed.

Shen Zijin, who had been anxiously pacing in the yard with His Royal Highness Prince Jin, suddenly stopped.

"Ouch! Ouch! It hurts so much!"

A babyish cry came into his ears.

Shen Zijin's eyes widened, filled with fear and confusion. He looked around vigilantly and muttered to himself, "What...what is this sound?

Where does the child's cry come from?

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and an ominous premonition came over him.

"You old hag!

I'm about to come out!

Why are you pushing my head?

It hurts!

Don't push me in!

I want to get out! "

The childish voice continued to cry, full of grievance and anger.

Shen Zijin looked at the others in disbelief and found that no one seemed to hear the sound like he did, and there were no children around, so it was impossible for there to be any sound.

His brows knitted together, and he thought to himself, "Did I hear it wrong? How is this possible?"

He looked into the delivery room, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: "Could it be... Youyou's child? Otherwise, why can't others hear it but I can? Because I am... the destined one?!..."

Thinking of this, he was suddenly shocked and his face turned pale in an instant. He thought to himself: "Isn't that someone trying to harm his sister? Taking advantage of her giving birth to do this?!"

Shen Zijin looked at Abbot Wuwo in surprise, his eyes filled with questioning and seeking confirmation, as if asking: Is this what he thinks? Or is he so afraid of Youyou getting into trouble that he's gone berserk and is hallucinating?!

But he saw that Abbot Wuwo was looking at him with compassionate eyes, as if he could see through everything. Those eyes seemed to tell him that everything he heard was true.

"Ah? Youyou!"

Shen Zijin screamed and rushed into the delivery room, shouting, "Let's see who dares to harm my sister!"

"Hey! You can't come in!" A figure rushed out from the side and shouted.