The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

Song Wenjun was forced to lie on the bed, and the pain in her abdomen came in waves.

It seems the baby is eager to come out.

At first she could tolerate it, but in the end she just couldn't take it anymore.

The pain made her gasp softly, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly, but she still couldn't relieve the excruciating pain that went deep into her bones.

Seeing her like this, the old woman exclaimed, "Madam is about to give birth! This old servant will go and call the midwife!"

The house was full of Gu Huaizhou's people, and her only trusted maid, Xiao Tao, was in the courtyard.

If a child is born, the midwife will take it away and switch it with another child.

No, she needs Xiao Tao to come in and help her watch the child.

Song Wenjun struggled to sit up, but the midwife, alarmed, quickly pressed her down, saying, "Madam, you mustn't! You're about to give birth!"

Driven by a will to survive, Song Wenjun's body unleashed boundless strength, and she shouted at the midwife, "Get out of the way!"

Then he picked up the teacup on the table and threw it forcefully.

Bang...

The teacup shattered into pieces. Song Wenjun shouted towards the door, "Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao, save me..."

There was no movement outside the door; Xiao Tao must have been sent away.

She endured the excruciating pain and got out of bed.

She was clearly weak and powerless, but the midwives couldn't stop her.

"Madam, you must go back to lie down, you can't do that." The midwife stopped Song Wenjun, not letting her move around.

But how could Song Wenjun give up?

She would faint from exhaustion after giving birth.

At that time, her child will be in danger.

The midwives panicked. If Xiao Tao barged in at this moment, how could they possibly switch the babies?

Song Wenjun had already touched the door panel, and a joy of life ignited in her eyes.

Her heart pounded; if she could just step out of that door, her child would live.

Just as Song Wenjun opened the door, the midwife blocked the entrance with her body: "Madam, please stop making a fuss. If this continues, both you and the baby will be in danger."

Snapped……

She slapped the midwife across the face. Song Wenjun stared at her with bloodshot eyes, her gaze filled with murderous intent: "Get out of here if you don't want to die."

The midwife covered her face in terror, but instead of leaving, she held the door shut to prevent Song Wenjun from going out.

She was in excruciating abdominal pain and was too weak to be a match for these old women.

Suddenly, Song Wenjun's gaze fell on the scissors on the side.

Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, she pounced on the woman, grabbed the scissors, and waved them at her, yelling, "Get out of here! All of you, get out of here..."

In the chaos, an old woman's hand was cut.

She let out a strange cry and covered her head as she dodged away.

Another old woman also sprained her ankle and tried to stop them but couldn't muster the strength.

Seeing that Song Wenjun had gone mad, the others dared not approach her again.

Taking advantage of this moment, Song Wenjun opened the door.

Xiao Tao appeared with a pale face. When she saw Song Wenjun walking out with her hair disheveled, she was startled: "Madam, why did you come out?"

"Xiao Tao..." When Song Wenjun saw her, she saw hope for life.

She reached out her hand to Xiao Tao and said urgently, "Come in and keep me company. I need you to stay with me."

Xiao Tao was her dowry maid and a servant born into the household, so she trusted her completely.

"Alright, alright, I'll stay with you, Madam." Xiao Tao assumed that Song Wenjun was afraid of childbirth and hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her.

She gripped Song Wenjun's hand tightly, only to find that her hand was icy cold and her body was trembling slightly.

Song Wenjun clung to a lifeline like a drowning person, holding Xiao Tao's hand tightly and refusing to let go: "You can't leave her side for even a moment. After the baby is born, only you can hold her."

Xiao Tao nodded in agreement, just as she was about to accompany Song Wenjun back into the delivery room.

A tall figure appeared in front of the two.

The newcomer was tall and robust, with double eyelids and slightly upturned eyes at the corners.

His eyes were shrewd, but fortunately he had a smiling, petal-shaped mouth, which softened his overall appearance.

He was Song Wenjun's husband, Marquis Pingyang—Gu Huaizhou.

In a daze, Song Wenjun felt a lightness on his body as Gu Huaizhou picked him up.

Gu Huaizhou's anxious voice came from beside him: "Madam is about to give birth, how can we let her out? If anything happens to Madam, I will take your heads."

The maids and servants inside the room knelt on the ground, all looking terrified.

He carried Song Wenjun inside, but Song Wenjun cried out anxiously, "Xiao Tao, I want Xiao Tao to stay with me..."

Xiao Tao wanted to step forward, but the old woman stopped her: "Miss Xiao Tao, you are sickly, you can't go forward, what if you pass it on to the madam?"

Xiao Tao frowned, her eyes filled with guilt, and just then she fell ill.

“But Madam…” she was still a little worried.

The old woman smiled brightly and pushed her out, saying, "Don't worry, it's normal for a woman to be nervous during her first childbirth. Besides, there are so many people in the house, how could we not take care of you, Madam?"

As Xiao Tao hesitated, she heard Song Wenjun's helpless voice: "Xiao Tao, come here quickly..."

She was about to step forward when the door closed.

To dispel her doubts, the old woman seized the opportunity to say, "If Miss Xiaotao is really worried, then go and prepare hot water for Madam."

Xiao Tao hesitated for a moment and then walked away.

After all, who would believe that Gu Huaizhou would harm his own wife and children?

Inside the room, Gu Huaizhou carried Song Wenjun toward the bed.

"Madam, you are in great danger right now. Don't make a fuss. I'm here, you'll be fine." Gu Huaizhou's eyes were full of heartache and anxiety.

If Song Wenjun hadn't been reborn, she would have truly been deceived by him.

He wasn't worried about Song Wenjun at all; he was afraid that things would be exposed, so he deliberately didn't let Xiao Tao stay in the delivery room.

With her only hope extinguished, the light in Song Wenjun's eyes gradually died out.

The courtyard was full of his men; she had no way to escape Gu Huaizhou's control.

Just as Gu Huaizhou was about to carry her back to the delivery room, in a moment of desperation, Song Wenjun opened her mouth and bit his shoulder.

She used all her strength, filled with rage, as if she wanted to tear Gu Huaizhou to pieces and devour him whole.

Gu Huaizhou gasped in pain, and Song Wenjun felt just as much pleasure as he did.

But that's far from enough, far less than one ten-thousandth of the suffering she endured.

Suddenly, a spasmodic pain shot through her lower abdomen, and the intense feeling of heaviness made Song Wenjun unable to think any further.

Her child is about to be born.

Gu Huaizhou quickly placed Song Wenjun on the bed, his eyes filled with murderous intent as he looked at the midwife: "If any more accidents happen, none of you will live."

The midwives nodded in agreement, but Gu Huaizhou gave them a cold warning before leaving.

Song Wenjun's contractions came in waves, and the pain made her unable to move an inch.

For the sake of her child, she could only cooperate with the midwife and push again and again.

Until a tearing pain struck, she cried out and finally gave birth to her child.

The sound of a child crying reached Song Wenjun's ears, but there was no joy on her face.

Despite still bleeding, she struggled to her feet, reaching out to the midwife and pleading, "Give... me the child, please..."

Here, she had no one to rely on, no one to use.

The only thing that could be used was her pitiful appearance, hoping to awaken the midwife's conscience and get the child back to her.

The high and mighty Lady of the Marquis's mansion humbled herself so much, just to beg for her child's safety.

The midwife hesitated for a moment, then held the baby in her arms to her and said softly, "Madam, please take a look."

The baby in the swaddling clothes was all wrinkled, with its eyes tightly closed.

This is the child she risked her life to save.

A tear rolled down Song Wenjun's cheek as she reached out with a trembling hand to touch the child.

Just then, a threatening voice came over: "Madam has just given birth, so don't let her worry about anything else. Quickly take the baby away and hand it over to the wet nurse."

Song Wenjun was about to touch the child's hand when she missed.

Seeing her child about to be taken away, Song Wenjun collapsed helplessly to the side of the bed, letting out a heart-wrenching cry: "Give me... the child..."

She wanted to rush over and take the child back.

Unfortunately, she was weak from giving birth, and the extreme joy and sorrow overwhelmed her body.

Song Wenjun fainted from grief and indignation.