The slap in the face came very, very, very quickly.
Barely fifteen minutes had passed since Xia Wanwan entered the delivery room.
The delivery room suddenly fell silent.
Terrifyingly silent.
There was no crying, no screaming.
Only the midwife, the physician, and the others stood inside, dumbstruck.
Holding the blood-drenched baby in her hands, Xia Wanwan looked expectantly at the midwife and prompted her, "Take him. What are you still standing there for?"
The midwife covered her face with her bloody hands and let out the first piercing shriek since daybreak!!!
Hearing the commotion, everyone outside turned pale.
Qiao Zhishu slumped to the ground, his entire body limp and his eyes numb.
Zhong Youyan rushed inside, her eyes red.
Master Qiao, on the other hand, curled his lips in triumph.
Everyone present wore a different expression, but nearly all of them guessed that something had gone wrong inside.
Duke Yan raised his head, closed his eyes, and slowly sighed. He told Qiao Zhishu, "Now that things have come to this, you must pull yourself together and have the murderer executed. Only then can you do right by your wife and child!"
As he spoke, he touched upon an unspeakable pain in his heart. It twisted so fiercely that, for a moment, he could not tell whether he was in the present or back in those years long past.
Tears glimmered faintly in Duke Yan's eyes.
Old Master Qiao hurried forward. "The murderer is Princess Ximing! Her blessing caused the child to be born prematurely..."
Before he could finish speaking,
Xia Wanwan emerged from the delivery room and washed her hands in the basin prepared by the door.
Qiao Zhishu rushed forward, tears streaming down his face. "Princess, Princess, how is my wife?"
Xia Wanwan shook her head. "Guess which one