Ye Bingxue Gives Birth

In the Small World, the Hua Qiang family was in complete chaos, with everyone anxiously gathering together, their eyes all fixed on Ye Bingxue's room.

From inside came Ye Bingxue's earth-shattering screams and the midwife's constant comforting and instructive voices.

"Quick! Tell Qiang'er to come back right away!" Gu Hongyan ordered anxiously.

"Yes, Madam!"

The butler, Fu Liye, agreed and took out a piece of jade, crushing it in his hand.

This was Fu Linglong, the Fox Clan Queen's former clan steward, who was promoted and appointed by Hua Qiang.

The jade pendant also left a message for him to contact.

Hua Qiang never expected that his son would catch the eye of Immortal Emperor -level expert, who was even eager to take him as a disciple.

Looking at the two people who were respectful to their teacher and friend, and his own precious daughter who occasionally cracked jokes, Hua Qiang couldn't help but smile wryly.

Suddenly, his smile froze. The butler sent a message, could it be that something had happened at home?

He checked with his Spiritual Sense and was immediately overjoyed.

They quickly apologized, then grabbed one of them with each hand and disappeared from the spot.

Ximen Ba was startled. He sensed it carefully for a moment, and then revealed an expression of understanding.

Peacock King stood still, looked at Ximen Ba, shrugged, spread his hands, and then made an innocent expression as if he didn't know anything.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the carved windows into the room, turning the steaming heat in the delivery room blood-red.

Ye Bingxue's fingernails dug deeply into the edge of the bed, her cold sweat soaking her hair and sticking to her pale, paper-thin face. Each contraction felt like countless steel needles twisting her internal organs.

The midwife, Granny Wang, placed her calloused hands firmly on her lower back, while her other hand continuously wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Madam, listen to me, inhale—yes, hold your breath, and push down with all your might!"

Outside the gate, Hua Qiang was surrounded by people as soon as he stepped into the courtyard.

Mo Yanran clutched his sleeve, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly. "It's been an hour..."

As soon as the words were spoken, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly rang out from inside the house, startling the swallows under the eaves into a flurry of flight.

Hua Xiaoyao and Hua Sijun were so frightened that they shrank into their mother's arms, Mo Yanran gently patted their backs.

Long Mo'er subconsciously protected her bulging belly, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade pendant at her waist.

The joy of being pregnant and about to become a mother suddenly turned into fear and anxiety.

Is childbirth really that painful?

Yokoyama Sakurako gripped the ferrule at her waist, the embroidery of Sakurako's robes stained with dark sweat. She silently recited prayers in her heart, but couldn't help imagining herself lying on that blood-soaked blanket.

Fu Linglong leaned against a pillar, calmly playing with her armor, but the fear in her eyes was impossible to hide.

She remembered laughing at Ye Bingxue yesterday, calling her "just a child," but now she felt a tightness in her throat.

Ao Miaomiao stared intently at the delivery room door, as if she feared a terrible monster inside.

She never imagined that sex would be so terrifying, and couldn't help but look at Hua Qiang's profile, as if he were a piece of driftwood in a raging storm.

Inside the room, Granny Wang suddenly raised her voice, which was filled with excitement.

"I can see the head! Keep pushing!"

Ye Bingxue almost clenched her teeth, her fingernails scraping against the sandalwood bedposts with a harsh sound.

Between contractions, she vaguely heard gasps outside the window, wondering which of her younger sisters was scared.

"You bastard, get out here..."

She swallowed the blood that rose in her throat, and amidst the excruciating pain, she mustered her last bit of strength and, following Granny Wang's command, suddenly arched her back.

"Wow--"

A clear, loud cry tore through the stagnant air.

Hua Qiang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down. As he turned around, he saw his wives with their various expressions.

Long Mo'er raised her hand to wipe away her tears, Yokoyama Sakurako slumped to the ground, Fu Linglong breathed a sigh of relief, and Ao Miaomiao, with red eyes, threw herself into his arms.

As dusk deepened, the tension and unease in the courtyard finally transformed into sighs of relief after surviving a disaster, while the cries of the newborn marked the end of this harrowing wait.

With a creak, the carved wooden door opened, and a young maid rushed out carrying a swaddled baby. Just then, the setting sun pierced through the clouds and shone on the two of them.

Congratulations, gentlemen and ladies! Congratulations, young master and young mistress! Young mistress Ye has given birth to Kirin Son!

Her eyebrows curved into crescents, her voice trembled with excitement, and the tiger-head hat in her swaddling clothes swayed gently with her steps.

Hua Qiang reached out and took the baby; the swaddling clothes were still warm from the delivery room.

Before he could even see the child clearly, a figure flashed by, and Liu Li had already snatched her grandson away in a flurry.

"Let Grandma see!"

Her hands trembled slightly as she carefully untied a corner of the swaddling clothes.

Gu Hongyan also came over, a few stray strands of her hair falling down, almost touching the baby's face.

"Such! This little model looks exactly like Qiang'er when he was a child!"

The two little ones instantly perked up.

Hua Xiaoyao stood on tiptoe and clung to his grandmother's arm, while Hua Sijun simply stepped onto the stone bench, the two siblings' heads almost touching the baby's face.

"Oops!"

Hua Xiaoyao suddenly jumped away, his face contorted in a grimace.

Why is it all wrinkled up like dried orange peel?

Hua Sijun wrinkled her nose and chimed in, "How come it looks like a monkey from the back mountain? So dark and ugly!"

"What do kids know!"

Mo Yanran chuckled and flicked her son's forehead, a mischievous grin on her face. "When you were first born, you were all wrinkled like little mice, all red and swollen, not nearly as energetic as this baby!"

Long Mo'er gently poked Hua Sijun's cheek. "After a while, when the little guy gets a bit fatter, he'll be absolutely gorgeous."

Yokoyama Sakurako cupped her cheeks, her eyes filled with longing. "I really want to see him smile soon..."

Fu Linglong reached out to hug her, but was afraid of hurting the soft little body, so she gently stroked the tiger-head hat. "From now on, you have to call me Pretty Mommy."

Ao Miaomiao curiously approached, her skirt brushing against the bluestone ground.

"The baby's hands are so small, like tender lotus root segments..."

Her voice was gentle and maternal, her gaze fixed on the baby's clenched fist, her eyes full of smiles.

Hua Qiang watched as his family members doted on the child, a slight smile playing on his lips, overjoyed.

He whispered a few words to everyone, "Be careful not to catch a cold. I'm going to check on the Bing Xue."

Just as she was about to step into the room, she saw Hua Sijun standing with her hands on her hips, shaking her head vigorously. "I don't believe it! I was definitely born a little fairy!"

Hua Xiaoyao tilted his head back and nodded with an air of self-importance. "This young master is born with an air of nobility; I must be handsome, dashing, and charming! Everyone loves me, and flowers bloom for me. How could I be so sleazy!"

His words caused everyone to burst into laughter.

Hua Qiang's face darkened.

What nonsense is this bastard spouting?

Amidst the rising and falling laughter, Hua Qiang lifted the curtain of the delivery room.

The room was filled with the smell of medicine mixed with the stench of blood. Ye Bingxue leaned weakly against the headboard, her hair damp with sweat, but a satisfied smile was on her pale face.

"Thanks a lot."

Hua Qiang sat down on the edge of the bed and gently took her hand in his.

Outside the window, the sunset painted the gauze curtains red, and the cries of a newborn baby mingled with the laughter of family members, creating a scene of happiness and warmth.