Imperial Physician Zhao hurriedly inserted needles beside her and said, "My lady, focus. Even if knives are raining down outside, it has nothing to do with you. What matters is putting all your effort into delivering the baby!"
She was already crying from the pain. "Zhou Yunshen, this is all your fault! You rotten heavens, why do women have to give birth? Do you dare let men do it instead?"
Rumble~~
This peal of thunder was even louder. Everyone outside braced themselves, unsure whether they could evade it again.
Only Liu Shuyue kept cursing as she pushed.
She discovered that cursing seemed to make it hurt less.
Beside her, Zhou Yunshen had bitten his own lip bloody, but still dared not let go of her hand. "The first birth went so smoothly. Why has nothing happened for so long this time? Could this be a difficult birth?"
"No, no. Giving birth takes time, Marquis. Don't worry. This baby is a little farther in, but I can just make out the head."
"Yue'er, did you hear that? The midwife said she can just make out the head. Let's push a little harder. Once these babies are born, we're never having any more!"
Liu Shuyue nodded tearfully and cursed with all her strength, "You rotten heavens! Bastard!"
This time, she distinctly felt that the baby was almost out. Just a little more.
But the heavens would not stand for it.
Several bolts of lightning struck downward in succession, all diverted to the edge of the Imperial City.
The fish in the moat had nearly all been struck dead, and an odor rose from the water.
Many of the lightning rods in the Imperial City had been struck crooked.
Prince Zhong calculated on his fingers. "The books record that heavenly thunder generally comes