The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1831

Chapter 1831: 902 The New Little Favorite (Second Update)

Early labor, late labor, it just had to happen now...

This child... really knows how to pick the moment...

Princess Xinyang grumbled in her heart, overwhelmed by intense pain, so much so that she couldn’t even care about being sick.

Xuanping Marquess didn’t feel the need to pick a fight at this critical juncture either. He looked at her pained expression and forced himself to stay alert, not to collapse at such a crucial time.

When the previous children were born, he was in the military camp and only received the news the next day, racing back from the camp.

This was the first time he had properly encountered a woman in labor.

Honestly, he had just returned, attended his own funeral, and then Xinyang got pregnant, and now she’s unexpectedly going into labor.

"Crossing the ice fields wasn’t as thrilling as this..." he murmured.

"What did you say?" Princess Xinyang’s mind was a fog of pain, unable to hear what he said clearly.

"Nothing, nothing." He replied.

How does a woman give birth anyway?

"Where’s Yujin?" he asked.

"...Not here."

She went to help with your funeral arrangements.

"Where’s Ahen?"

"...Also not here."

He also went to help with your funeral arrangements.

Even several capable old mammas and maids in the courtyard had been dispatched to purchase items needed for the Mourning Hall, leaving only novices behind, who got scared away upon seeing the "ghost of Xuanping Marquess".

"Alright, I’m fine now." Princess Xinyang let out a long breath and said.

Xuanping Marquess was taken aback again: "Not giving birth anymore?"

Princess Xinyang glared at him.

What do you mean by not giving birth?

It’s just that the contractions have passed.

Contractions come in waves, they don’t hurt continuously.

"I’m going back inside." She released his arm and said calmly, "I don’t need you to support me, I can walk myself."

"Oh." Xuanping Marquess withdrew his hand indifferently.

Princess Xinyang looked at him and chuckled: "You seem rather disappointed."

Xuanping Marquess: Other people’s wives in labor are carried in, or at least supported in. My wife, on the other hand, walks in by herself, all on her own.

Princess Xinyang snorted and stepped towards the North Wing of the back building, which was the pre-prepared delivery room.

When she just stepped on the stairs, she stopped.

Xuanping Marquess tilted his head to look at her.

Princess Xinyang gritted her teeth, clenched her fists: "...Come here!"

Xuanping Marquess raised an eyebrow: "What’s wrong again?"

Aren’t you going by yourself? Didn’t you say you don’t need my help?

Even just with her toes, Princess Xinyang could guess what he was thinking. She would only go into labor because he made her angry!

Yet there was nothing here she could use to support herself, she stood stiffly on the steps, unable to go forward or back.

"...My water broke." She said.

The midwife repeatedly instructed, once the water breaks, don’t move around, whether this applies to commoners or because she’s a princess, she’s not sure, but the midwife is being extra cautious.

She didn’t have much experience, so she could only first listen to the midwife.

"I can’t walk, you go to the backyard and call someone—"

Before she finished speaking, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her back and knee joint, lifting her horizontally.

She wasn’t prepared, and her head bumped into his solid chest.

She was slightly stunned.

In the blustery snow, in the endless long night, is this what it feels like to be protected?

"Qin Fengwan."

"You’ve gained weight."

Princess Xinyang’s face turned black in a second.

...No, this is the feeling of wanting to kill him!

The contractions came again, stronger than before, and Princess Xinyang pulled forcefully on his chest lapels in pain.

Xuanping Marquess inhaled a cold breath.

Now she knows how to pinch his flesh.

But Qin Fengwan, do you know where you’re pinching?!

Although this Marquess doesn’t have to feed the babies, is pinching there a bit too much—

"Hiss—"

Again, Xuanping Marquess almost fell from the pain!

Princess Xinyang had no idea she was pinching the wrong place; she was in excruciating pain, her stomach hurt, her back spine hurt, her waist hurt too.

Indeed, she’s not young anymore, not as easy as back in the day.

Xuanping Hou couldn’t wait that long. He burst through the door, startling the midwife who was weighing the baby!

"Oh my! How did Hou Ye come in!"

The birthing chamber was a place of impurity, not somewhere a man should enter!

Luckily, she moved swiftly, and after weighing, she swaddled the child and brought her out from behind the screen. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Unaware of Xuanping Hou’s death news, she only felt his blood-soaked return was terrifying, but knowing he’s a battlefield commander, she thought nothing of it.

"Is the Princess well?" Xuanping Hou asked.

The midwife paused, unexpectedly hearing him first inquire about the adult. She smiled and said, "Rest assured, Hou Ye, the delivery went smoothly. The Princess is just tired; everything else is fine."

She said this while smilingly presenting the child to Xuanping Hou: "Congratulations, Hou Ye, it’s a daughter."

A daugh... daughter?

Xuanping Hou was dumbfounded!

With too many sons, he assumed this one would be another boy.

Suddenly, Xuanping Hou became more nervous than when he first met Shangguan Qing: "Such loud cries, is it really a girl?"

The midwife joyfully laughed.

Yes, the young lady’s cry was indeed loud.

In all her years as a midwife, even boys hadn’t such strong voices.

Carefully, Xuanping Hou took the swaddled infant into his arms.

The baby, who had been wailing, stopped crying immediately upon entering his embrace, looking at him silently with wide eyes.

Although newborns understand little of what they see, the midwife inexplicably felt that this child was earnestly gazing at her father.

Having delivered so many babies, this truly was the most beautiful one.

Looking at the small bundle in his arms, an overwhelming tide of emotion surged within Xuanping Hou’s heart.

Having battled for so many years, even when not fighting, a subtle air of violence lingered around him unawares.

He reached out a finger to touch the baby’s tiny fist, which swiftly grasped him.

His fierce iron spirit momentarily transformed into tender softness.

It was a different feeling from holding sons...

He carried the little one past the screen, to the bedside, gazing at the sweat-drenched, pale-faced Princess Xinyang.

Princess Xinyang also looked at him.

She felt too exhausted, even hallucinating, seeing not the notorious, flamboyant Xuanping Hou but the youthful Xiao Ji, who lifted her veil on their wedding night clean and bright.

Holding the small bundle, he leaned down, whispering softly in her ear: "Qin Fengwan, you’ve worked hard."