They couldn't just sit and wait for death.
Zi Mu thought that if things really were as he suspected, Old Master Qiao must have prepared a band of informants in advance, ready to spread the news throughout Hezhou the moment anything happened.
Zi Mu soon devised a countermeasure. He told Constable Xiao, "Constable Xiao, sorry for the trouble, but please station your men outside the Qiao Residence. If anything happens and someone rushes out to pass on a message, arrest them immediately!"
Of course, he trusted that his little sister had the ability to keep the Qiao elders from succeeding.
The arrangements with Constable Xiao were merely a precaution.
"Yes."
Constable Xiao nodded. He had originally intended to cling to the First Prince's coattails, but to his surprise, the First Prince had ordered him to follow this young master's instructions.
Between finding the wooden whip and analyzing the current situation, Constable Xiao felt that this ten-year-old boy was already resourceful and steady beyond his years. He would surely become an unparalleled talent.
The Qiao Residence.
Agonized screams rang out from the birthing room. The midwife emerged with blood covering her hands, stamping her feet in distress.
"Where is His Lordship? Why hasn't he returned yet? What are we going to do? What are we going to do?!"
She was the midwife Lord Qiao had arranged to stay at the Qiao Residence well in advance. The moment something went wrong with his wife, she had gathered people to assist with the delivery.
Basin after basin of hot water went in with the maids, and basin after basin of bloody water came out.
The midwife was on the verge of tears.
"This is terrible! Terrible, Granny! Madam is hemorrhaging!" came a maid's terrified scream from inside.
The midwife stamped her foot,