Inside the living quarters of Spirit Hall's inner palace, Ah Yin had finally reached the day of her delivery.
She lay on the bed, her face pale and fine sweat beading at her temples. Several experienced midwives stood by the bed, making preparations in an orderly manner.
Jiang Qingyu sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving her for even a moment.
Ah Yin gripped his wrist, her voice trembling slightly.
"Qingyu, will it hurt a lot?"
"It's fine. It'll be over soon."
Jiang Qingyu covered her hand with his own, softening his tone as much as possible to soothe her.
Before his words had even faded, Bibi Dong walked over from the side, grabbed Jiang Qingyu's arm, and pulled him up from the bedside with a slight tug before leading him straight toward the door.
Bibi Dong moved swiftly and decisively. Only after pushing him out of the room did she turn back and call out reassuringly.
"Don't worry, Sister Ah Yin. It won't hurt. The midwives are all veterans; it'll be over quickly."
The door closed softly, and Jiang Qingyu stopped beneath the corridor eaves.
Bibi Dong stood at his side. She glanced at his rare display of nerves, her lips twitching, but ultimately chose not to tease him and simply stood quietly beside him.
Suppressed groans drifted intermittently from the chamber. They were muffled through the door, but they gradually made the atmosphere in the corridor more tense.
"Once Sister Ah Yin is done, Qingyu won't be mine anymore."
Bibi Dong hugged Jiang Qingyu, looking somewhat regretful.
Half a year had finally come to an end.
Ah, I really can't bear to part with it!
My Qingyu.
Before she had even gotten to enjoy him properly, her legs suddenly went weak.
Jiang Qingyu caught