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She didn't know how long it was before she closed her eyes in a daze, but suddenly fell into a clear dream.

Although she was still aware of herself lying in bed, her spirit had already drifted into that mysterious space. When she saw the sterile operating room, which should have disappeared, reappear, her heart sank. This small white room, which had cost 500,000 taels to save Xu Zize's life, was now emitting a faint white light next to the pharmacy.

When I opened the door, a black box lit up.

The images that flashed on the screen were even more horrifying than the last time Xu Zize performed the operation: the abdomen was ripped open, blood was dripping, and every step was terrifying. Just when she was about to faint, a familiar face suddenly appeared on the screen.

"Brother Xiaokang!" This shrill cry also woke up the old lady beside him.

Jing Chunxi sat up suddenly and found that cold sweat had soaked his shirt.

The grandmother hurriedly stood up: "But did you dream that your mother had a difficult delivery?" The old woman was so anxious that she wanted to get out of bed, but her granddaughter gently pushed her back into the thin quilt.

"Don't panic, grandma," Jing Chunxi said, suppressing his pounding heart, his voice surprisingly steady. "It's the fairy aunt who is teaching Xi'er how to deliver mother's baby."

The pale face of the girl could not be seen clearly through the curtains, but she added with a firm tone, "Xi'er said that since the fairy aunt is willing to appear and help, mother and my brothers and sisters will be safe."

"Are you okay? Did you dream about your mother?" The old lady hurriedly pushed herself up and tried to sit up, but her age and frailty prevented her from doing so and she fell back onto the brocade pillow. Without even a moment to smooth her disheveled silver hair, she blurted out the most pressing question: the safety of her daughter's childbirth.

This urgent question was particularly clear in the darkness, revealing the deepest concern of an elderly mother. It was clear that the safety of her daughter and her unborn nephew, whom she had never met, was on the old woman's mind day and night, and was the crux of her anxiety these days.

Seeing his grandmother so frightened, Jing Chunxi quickly turned around and gently pressed the old woman's thin shoulders.

Her fingertips touched her grandmother's slightly trembling body, and her heart ached, but her voice was soft and steady: "Grandma, it's okay, the fairy aunt is teaching Sister Xi how to deliver mother's baby!" She deliberately made her tone a little excited, as if the scream just now was just an exclamation when she was learning the skill.

"Really?" the old lady demanded in a trembling voice, her cloudy eyes straining to discern her granddaughter's expression in the dim curtains. The night was deep, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting mottled shadows on her wrinkled face.

"Really!" Jing Chunxi answered quickly and confidently, and even added with a chuckle: "The fairy aunt even demonstrated the most exquisite delivery techniques to Xier." But her hands hidden under the brocade quilt were tightly grasping the corner of her clothes, and her heart was pounding violently, almost shattering her forced calmness.

She knew that the bloody dream was extraordinary, and he had called out "Brother Xiaokang" in fear, and he was the only person she could confide in now.

Before he arrived, he could only suppress his fear in the deepest part, so his tone became more and more firm: "As long as the fairy aunt is willing to come forward, mother and my brothers and sisters will be fine."

"That's good! Sister Xi, lie down quickly and tell grandma what you dreamed about." When the fairy aunt was mentioned, the old lady's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw.

She eagerly propped herself up, her silver hair gleaming in the moonlight, her skinny hands tightly grasping her granddaughter's sleeves, her tone filled with unprecedented clarity and expectation.

Jing Chunxi gently pressed the old woman back onto the pillow, her voice just light and cheerful: "Don't worry, grandma, it's all good news anyway. I'll tell you later." She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, as if hiding some sweet secret.

He then raised his voice and directed to the door, "Who's on duty outside?"

"The princess is Xiaoyu!" A clear child's voice responded immediately.

"And Hongfen, what instructions does the princess have?" Another slightly calmer female voice sounded immediately afterwards.

Normally, this night watch job should not be assigned to a little girl like Xiaoyu. She must have taken the initiative to follow Hongfen's lead.

But Jing Chunxi had no time to think about these things at the moment. "Let's go to the front yard of the palace..." Before he finished speaking, he changed his words and called out, "July and September are available."

"September is here, listening to the master's orders." A sharp female voice seemed to respond right next to the door, and it was obvious that she had been waiting in the corridor for a long time.

Xiaoyu and Hongfen outside the door tried hard to look, but they could only hear the voice but not see the person.

"His Royal Highness the First Prince stayed in the front yard of Prince Jing's mansion last night. Invite him over immediately and tell him that the princess has an urgent matter and wants him to go up to the attic."

As soon as these words were spoken, the old lady, who had been feeling a little relieved, suddenly sat up, not caring about the quilt slipping off her shoulders: "Your mother still has something to do, right? Grandmother should go up too." There was an obvious tremor in her voice, and her skinny fingers tightly grasped the collar of Jing Chunxi's pajamas.

"Grandma, just sleep well!" Jing Chunxi quickly helped the old woman to her feet, her movements gentle but unyielding. "If you don't believe in Sister Xi, do you also not believe in the Fairy Aunt? When has Sister Xi ever had a bad dream?"

As she spoke, she got out of bed and put on her shoes, then grabbed a coat and put it on, then continued to give instructions to the outside of the door:

"Call Nanny Wang to serve the old lady, and then prepare tea upstairs."

"Yes! Princess." Xiaoyu's reply was accompanied by the sound of hurried footsteps. She must have been jogging to deliver the message while answering.

Despite his young age, he already does things in a very good manner.

"Madam, the old servant is here."

Nanny Wang hurried into the room. Her hair was slightly disheveled in the candlelight, and it was obvious that she had just gotten out of bed.

She immediately saw Jing Chunxi still sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the old lady's hand tightly, whispering some family gossip: "...When mother gives birth to a brother or sister, grandma will be able to hold a chubby grandchild in her arms. By then, we will also have a swing in the courtyard of the general's mansion..."

Hongfen cautiously replied outside the door: "Princess, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has arrived." Her voice was very low, for fear of disturbing everyone in the room.

"Okay, okay, your Highness is here!" The old lady's eyes suddenly lit up, and her originally tense body finally relaxed a little. She gently pushed away her granddaughter's hand and said repeatedly, "You must think of a foolproof plan. Go! Don't keep your Highness waiting for too long."

The candlelight danced on her face, and the worry was gradually replaced by hope - her daughter had suffered for half her life, and now she had finally found a good man, and her children were not yet grown up. If something happened at this time... Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but sigh heavily again.

After Jing Chunxi turned around and walked out, the old lady suddenly said firmly to Nanny Wang: "Please help me pack my things when you go back, and take my padded jacket with you. We will go back to Qingshan Villa in two days." Her skinny fingers tightly grasped the corner of the quilt, as if she had made up her mind.

"Old Madam..." Is the old madam planning to stay here permanently? Nanny Wang hesitated to speak, but looking at the old lady's graying hair, she finally swallowed her words of dissuasion.

Thinking that the urgent summons to the eldest prince at night must have been due to some serious matter, he could only reply, "I will return at daybreak and have someone do it immediately."

"Go back and say hello to Xiaobei, and ask him to pack his things, and the old man will go with him."

"Yes!" Nanny Wang suddenly realized. Perhaps witnessing Princess Hong's birth the previous night had rekindled the old lady's concern for her aunt. But then she thought something was amiss. No matter how anxious she was, she wouldn't have disturbed the eldest prince in the middle of the night. Could it be... that they were going to ask Doctor Duan to come in for a consultation?

Even Nanny Wang couldn't figure it out, and Xiaoyu and Hongfen, who were guarding outside, couldn't guess their master's intentions.

The two maids exchanged glances and silently warmed the tea, thinking that they must serve their masters wholeheartedly no matter what.

Xiaoyu walked in front of Jing Chunxi holding a lantern, and Hongfen followed with tea.