Ten months later, in the courtyard of a four-bedroom residence in Spirit City.
Qian Chongling stood dumbstruck in the courtyard, his delight tinged with bewilderment, staring fixedly at the room. The cries of pain that drifted out from time to time made his heart clench all the more.
His wife, Bibi Dong, had reached her due date-today-and all he could do was fret outside the door.
Although his medical skills were exceptionally advanced, several midwives had still insisted that he stay out. They had even enlisted Huang Yuyao and Qian Renxue to bar his way, leaving Qian Chongling in the courtyard with the father and son, Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji, baking under the blazing sun and drinking the northwest wind.
At that moment, Qian Chongling was beside himself with anxiety, his star-bright eyes fixed firmly on the doorway.
Seeing his agitation, Huang Yuyao couldn't help smiling as she reassured him, "Don't worry, Old Ancestor. The Holy Maiden is in excellent health. Everything will go smoothly. We just need to wait patiently."
Qian Chongling gave a bitter smile and nodded. He knew he was overreacting a little, but he couldn't help worrying.
It's been over an hour. Why hasn't Dong'er given birth yet? At that thought, Qian Chongling shot Qian Xunji a fierce glare.
It was all Little Xiaojie's fault. Back then, the fellow had gone on about how dangerous childbirth was and how women needed plenty of quiet rest beforehand.
Otherwise, Qian Chongling wouldn't have been so worried. That brat had been a father for less than eight years, while his own last experience had been over fourteen hundred years ago.
"Old Ancestor, will it hurt a lot when Sister Holy Maiden has her baby?" Qian Renxue asked curiously from beside him.
"Uh... it probably will, but she'll be