White Hedge Dream

Chapter 198 Waiting for Life

The wailing in the mourning hall was a little more chaotic than before. It seemed that while weeping, we got distracted and forgot about it. The next moment, we remembered and continued to cry.

Even when they were crying, the concubines would communicate with their eyes from time to time, guessing whether Bai Ying had given birth, what she would give birth to, and whether she could even give birth safely...

The officials wrapped in cloaks and sitting in the corridor outside the mourning hall also whispered from time to time, and their expressions no longer pretended to be sad, or frowned, or relaxed, and many even looked forward to it.

"I hope to win a man in one fell swoop."

"It should be a male fetus. I don't mean that Xuan Yangzi has seen it and confirmed it."

"It's time to have a prince, and the succession of the country and the country is imminent."

"It goes without saying, His Majesty is in his prime."

"Yes, it's not like there is no prince, the emperor's eldest grandson..."

"What does Mr. Han mean?"

"No, it's not interesting...it's really cold, so I got up and walked around."

"Report—"

Along with the noisy discussion, the servants from Hanliang Palace ran over and reported on Concubine Bai's condition every half an hour.

The emperor's voice came urgently from inside: "Come in quickly, how's it going?"

The officials' discussions and the concubines' cries stopped, and everyone listened with their ears pricked up.

"The amniotic fluid has broken. Concubine White is in good condition. She just ate a bowl of custard to gain strength."

The emperor kept saying okay, okay.

The chamberlain hadn't left yet, and added: "The Queen told Your Majesty not to worry, and asked Your Majesty to tell the Queen that this child was still born to the Queen."

The emperor was both pleased and sad at the same time: "It's already this time, and she still thinks about this." He nodded again, "Okay, tell her, I know everything."

The chamberlain took his leave and returned to Hanliang Hall as if he were flying.

The emperor asked the people next to him again: "Has the blessing bag given by Xuanyangzi been hung up? Has the imperial bell been placed?"

The palace had been haunted by the ghost of Empress Chiang, and now it was the Empress' funeral. Bai Ying gave birth to a child at this time. Although moving the imperial bell could suppress all evil, the emperor was still very uneasy and asked Xuanyangzi to come in person. Sit down.

Xuanyangzi refused, only saying that he would offer incense and pray in front of the Holy Ancestor, and also sent a blessing bag.

The original **** Gao Twelve was involved in the Yang case and was also taken away. At this time, he was served by a young chamberlain. When the emperor asked, he immediately replied eloquently: "It has been arranged according to your Majesty's instructions. Your Majesty." Don't worry." He picked up the tea soup on the side and said, "Your Majesty, please warm yourself up and don't let Madam White worry."

The emperor wanted to laugh a little, but Bai Ying was still thinking about him even at this time. She was in a much better mood and ordered the concubines and officials who were keeping watch to pass out supper.

Looking at the hot tea soup delivered from the imperial dining room, Zhou Jingyun stood up and walked out.

"Where is the prince going?" an official asked.

Zhou Jingyun turned around and said, "It's convenient."

Another official heard this and laughed: "Look, if you ask, the Crown Prince is also a human being and has three urgent needs."

Zhou Jingyun did not look back and headed towards the clean room, but when he reached a dark corner where no one noticed, he stopped and looked at Hanliang Hall.

Compared with the crying in the mourning hall, which gradually stopped, there was a faint sound of crying and shouting in the night over there.

He is very familiar with this imperial city.

Especially Hanliang Palace.

That was Empress Chiang's favorite place. The late emperor's banquets and Empress Chiang's acting in government were all here.

Although Bai Ying's production logically had nothing to do with him, he still wanted to take a look, or rather, see what they would do.

Zhou Jingyun turned around and disappeared into the night.

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….

Baili was hidden under a rockery. She was not familiar with the imperial city and didn't know where she was now.

After entering the imperial city, she followed the scent and looked for the pregnant women.

This is a palace that is not too big. The lights are dim and the doors and windows are closed. Occasionally, people can be seen shaking inside, and faint moans that sound like crying or laughing can be heard.

There were several soldiers standing outside the hall, chatting in low voices from time to time with a bit of ease.

"...The queen has been buried, and the Yang family has been escorted out of the capital. These people imprisoned in the palace will be dealt with soon."

"Yes, it will probably take at least three days to evacuate."

"What do you think you will do with these people?"

"What else can be done? Regardless of whether they are Yang's comrades or not, the imperial city cannot be kept. Those who are lucky will be sent to do hard labor, and those who are unlucky will be buried with the queen."

It sounds like a place where criminals are imprisoned, and it looks very casual, but the white fence is hidden behind the rockery and holds its breath motionless. If she were the dry bushes in front of the temple in winter, she would be able to detect the soldiers and guards hidden in them. If she were A bird flying over at night can overlook the prostrate soldiers on the roof. If she were a mouse crawling along the corner of the wall, she would smell the **** smell coming from the gaps in the bricks and stones on the wall...

There was a splash, and there seemed to be blood rushing to the ground. Along with the woman's hoarse scream, the baby's cry sounded.

"Baby girl."

"Put it away."

"Next."

The mouse clinging to the wall was attracted by the strong fishy smell and burrowed desperately into the cracks in the bricks. The light in front of it became brighter and brighter, and the next moment it was blocked by the sudden appearance of a human figure.

“…..There are two more…Zhong Cheng, do you want to give birth now, or should you wait a little longer?”

Hearing the question from a palace lady, Zhang Ze looked at the pregnant woman lying on the wooden bed.

The pregnant woman was already sweating profusely and panting rapidly.

"Um," Zhang Ze said, "There may be a difference between one day and two hours for a baby, but there is no difference between one hour and two hours."

As he spoke, the palace lady responded, picked up the medicine bowl on the side and walked towards the pregnant woman. Suddenly her feet went soft. She subconsciously lowered her head and saw a big mouse looking up at her with red eyes.

The palace lady let out a scream and dropped the medicine bowl in her hand. "Rat, rat," she shouted.

Others in the room subconsciously looked at the ground and saw one, no, it seemed like many rats running around...

Once it is used to imprison prisoners, torture flesh and blood, and make a mess of feces and urine, even the imperial palace will attract rats.

There was chaos in the room. Some people were beating the mice, while others were hiding in fear. The table with various utensils and soups was instantly knocked over.

Zhang Ze stood in the middle, watching the scene with an annoyed expression, but frowned the next moment, always feeling that something was wrong. Just when he was about to say something, there was a splash and water poured from all directions.

People who were in chaos because of rats subconsciously raised their hands to cover their heads, but as they moved, the noise disappeared. At the same time, there was no water pouring down on their heads, and only little bits of ice fell on the backs of their hands and heads.

"It's not a real mouse, it's an illusion."

There was a sound at the same time.

Zhang Ze put down his raised sleeves and his eyes regained clarity. Although there were stains on the ground, there were no rats crawling around.

He looked at the two men in the room holding water bowls.

These are the charlatans he collected and kept with him just in case, and sure enough!

The two men's fingers were wet with water. It was obvious that they had just sprinkled a little water, not a bucket.

"Zhongcheng, the easiest way to break the illusion is to have a good time." They said.

Zhang Ze smiled coldly: "Sure enough, the evil will never die."

Needless to say, it must be another remnant of Empress Chiang who took advantage of the Queen's death and Concubine Bai's birth to cause trouble.

Do you think that since he doesn't have the imperial bell or the magic weapon given by the Holy Ancestor here, he can take advantage of it? Do you think he has no defense at all?

There are them in this world who can do illusions, and naturally there are other people who can do illusions.

"Go break it!"

Following Zhang Ze's order, the two warlocks let out a sharp whistle.

The soldiers and guards who were chatting and laughing outside the hall suddenly became as motionless as wood carvings and clay sculptures. There was a splashing sound on the eaves, buckets of water were poured, and in the open space in front of the hall, there were soldiers waving large fans in all directions, and a strong wind swept through the night.

Accompanied by the noise outside, the moans of the pregnant woman inside suddenly increased in volume.

"Zhongcheng, she is giving birth." A palace lady said happily.

Although the medicine to induce labor was knocked over, the pregnant woman still started her pregnancy in advance.

Zhang Ze ignored the outside and looked at the pregnant woman on the board: "I hope you have better luck."

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The woman's sharp roar cut through the silence of the night.

Zhou Jingyun stood under a corner of the palace wall and looked at the Hanliang Palace in front of him. He had never seen a pregnant woman giving birth. It turned out that giving birth would make people cry out in such severe pain.

Being a mother is not easy.

He thought of his mother and Baili's mother.

Bai Li said that her mother died in childbirth.

No matter what, Zhou Jingyun looked ahead, hoping Bai Ying would have better luck.

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It hurts, hurts, hurts.

Bai Ying grabbed the bed board, raised her head and screamed, tears falling like rain, feeling grievance, anger, and fear.

It turns out that giving birth is so painful.

Will she die?

My mother is dead!

My mother was killed by my sister!

"I don't want to give birth anymore." She screamed, grabbing the palace lady beside her, "Get rid of it quickly, get rid of it quickly!"

The palace lady was sweating profusely, and her arm was almost cut off by Bai Ying. She couldn't help but cry out in pain: "Mother, please push harder, push harder -"

No, no, Bai Ying wanted to shout, but now she couldn't help it. The pain made her try harder and scream again.

Accompanied by a scream, his body lightened up, and the palace woman's joyful shout rang out.

"Giving birth!"

Bai Ying collapsed on the bed, her ears buzzing. Is it over? Is she still alive?

Accompanied by two popping sounds, the baby's cry sounded. The next moment, the baby's cry disappeared again, as if it was blocked by someone's hands.

"What's wrong?" Bai Ying was startled and asked weakly, "Wang Degui - child -"

Wang Degui gingerly held a naked baby forward and covered the baby's face with one hand. The baby's originally loud cry became muffled.

He said tremblingly: "My dear, please hold on a little longer."

Holding on for a while means pretending that you haven’t given birth yet, and then continue giving birth...

Bai Ying looked at the little baby that was brought over. It was red and wrinkled and struggling. The little face was covered by Wang Degui's hands. She couldn't see the appearance clearly, but she could see the gender clearly.

Bai Ying's pale face turned red instantly: "I'm so angry—"

Why is it a baby girl!

She's so unlucky!