The Daily Life of a Concubine's Daughter After Transmigrating

Today is the day of Ang Lee's wedding.

Except for Qiuyue, who was heavily pregnant and about to give birth, almost everyone was attending the wedding banquet at the Shen residence.

Li Anqi frowned slightly, his expression full of worry, "Have you called a midwife?!"

Xu'er swallowed nervously and nodded vigorously.

"Liu Qing went to call the midwife! But I'm afraid the midwife's family is asleep at this hour, and I don't know if she can be woken up!"

"Go and call them too! I'm heading to Ning'an Manor right now!" Li Anqi said hurriedly.

Xu'er nodded vigorously, then ran quickly toward the midwife's house.

Li Anqi's steps faltered.

Zhilan steadily supported Li Anqi.

Li Anqi immediately turned around, stepped back into Xiuyunzhai, and hurriedly went to the backyard.

The windows of the side room where Li Anxiu and Zuo Siyun lived were not fully closed.

Li Anqi could vaguely see it.

Li Anxiu lay on the couch.

He stubbornly grabbed Zuo Siyun's hand, pulled her into his arms, then wrapped his arms around her neck and kissed her...

"..."

When Li Anqi saw this scene, his heart skipped a beat, and for a moment he didn't know whether he should go forward and disturb them.

Her mind was in turmoil, and her brows furrowed deeply...

In the end, they left quietly.

Zhilan followed closely behind Li Anqi, whispering anxiously.

"Your Highness, this servant will immediately return to the manor and summon Xiao Shunzi to bring the carriage!"

The words have not yet fallen.

Li Anqi then saw the familiar figure with black hair, a golden crown, and a gilded black robe.

Ling Luo stood quietly outside the Xiuyunzhai gate with his hands behind his back, seemingly waiting for her.

Ling Luo turned around, looked at Li Anqi, and gently whistled.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from afar, galloping across the quiet, deserted street.

A large, glossy black horse galloped up like the wind, its powerful hooves raised, and then obediently stopped beside Ling Luo.

Ling Luo mounted her horse and extended a hand to Li Anqi with a swift and graceful movement.

"I will take you to Ning'an Village."

Li Anqi was stunned.

She didn't have time to think about why Ling Luo was here.

Without hesitation, she took Ling Luo's hand and was led to the horse's back, where she sat down in front of him.

Ling Luo firmly held the reins from both sides of her waist.

"Zhilan, you should go back to the manor first!"

Li Anqi had just finished speaking.

"drive!"

The horse galloped out like an arrow released from a bow, swift as the wind, instantly raising clouds of dust.

Li Anqi sat upright on his horse, his hair flying in the wind, his eyes revealing decisiveness, eagerness and determination.

Ling Luo tilted his head slightly, his gaze falling on her profile, where her delicate features appeared exceptionally captivating in the moonlight.

Seeing her like this, Ling Luo felt an indescribable emotion welling up in her heart.

Many women have ridden his big black horse.

But Li Anqi was the only one who remained silent.

Only Li Anqi caused him great distress.

All he knew was that she was in a hurry, so he wanted to help her without hesitation.

Not for what is desired.

This is the first time.

Ning'an Village.

Painful groans kept coming from Qiuyue's bedroom.

Li Anqi had just entered the bedroom.

Seeing Qiuyue lying on the bed, clutching the sheets tightly, her face as pale as paper, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.

The maids and nannies were busy at the bedside, carrying out basins of bloody water from the room one after another.

"Mother...mother!"

Qiu Yue glanced at Li Anqi, her face ashen as if she were about to cry.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, each gasp seeming as if she had used up all her strength.

Li Anqi rushed to her side and held Qiuyue's sweaty, cold hand tightly.

Her expression was solemn, yet reassuring.

"Qiuyue, hold on! The midwife is coming right away!"

Qiuyue weakly opened her mouth, but could only utter a faint breath.

"My lady..."

Qiuyue shook her head with all her might, her eyes filled with deep sorrow.

"I thought I would die alone and silently tonight... I never expected Your Majesty to come..."

As she spoke, Qiuyue suddenly burst into tears.

Because she had little strength, we couldn't hear her crying loudly; we could only see her face contorted in pain as she wept bitterly.