Hua Ming thought for a moment, then gestured with his chin towards Luo Cuiwei on the bed, calmly answering the question, "Your Highness, right now, it's probably just... the pain in your fingertips from being repeatedly squeezed and hit by the door crack."
After answering the question, she didn't care whether the other person truly understood or not, and continued, "Please wait outside, Your Highness. You can't help much here, except that the Princess Consort wants to hit you."
Seeing that Yun Lie seemed about to say something, Hua Ming quickly added, "If Your Highness is distracted by hitting someone, you won't be able to concentrate on giving birth."
Ultimately, the calm and straightforward Doctor Huaming simply wanted to get rid of this unhelpful prince so he wouldn't get in his way.
After all, if he faints from fright later, she, as a doctor, will have to take care of him. Tsk.
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After listening to Hua Ming's words and glancing at the three midwives bustling around, Yun Lie, his expressionless face pressed into a thin line, silently stood up, and slowly walked around the screen to the outer room of the bedchamber.
Stand still behind the door.
After staring at the carved door for a long time, Yun Lie slowly reached out and opened the door a crack.
Through the crack in the door, you could see those anxious and helpless figures waiting outside.
He lowered his long, thick eyelashes, reached his left hand through the crack in the door, and then...
With all his might, he swung the door open with a whoosh.
In the blink of an eye, a sudden, piercing pain shot through my heart.
He slowly closed his eyes, listening to Luo Cuiwei's muffled and suppressed cries of pain behind him, his heart aching so much it felt like it was about to shatter into pieces.
He had told himself he would treat her well; but now that she was in so much pain, he could do nothing.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was a faithless bastard.
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When Luo Cuiwei slowly woke up, her eyelids had barely lifted when she was startled by a head that was inches away from hers.
However, at this moment her limbs were weak and she was in pain all over her body, so she could only blink her eyes perfunctorily to show her surprise.
Yun Lie's tall and imposing figure squatted awkwardly by the bedside, his left arm across the edge of the couch, his face buried in his arm.
The lazy glow of the summer twilight spills a layer of pale gold.
The chirping of crickets outside the window made the bedchamber exceptionally quiet.
Noticing that his right hand seemed to be holding hers, Luo Cuiwei tried moving her fingertips and gently scratching his palm.
He seemed to tremble, but he didn't look up, still keeping his face buried in his arms.
His voice was muffled and slightly hoarse, tinged with a relieved laugh, "Still sleeping?"
Luo Cuiwei pursed her lips curiously and nudged his head with her elbow. "You cried?"
Her voice was light and slightly hoarse after she had exhausted herself, with a faint chuckle.
Although it was a question, the undisguised teasing and laughter clearly conveyed a sense of certainty.
Yun Lie didn't respond. He rubbed his head against his arm for a moment before raising his head and snorting, "Impossible."
He had clearly been crying; his eyes were still red. Luo Cuiwei gently curled her lips, but kindly let him off the hook and didn't expose him.
Luo Cuiwei wanted to ask where the child was, but Yun Lie didn't give her the chance. He immediately stood up and fetched some warm water to soothe her throat, and then patiently coaxed her to eat a few mouthfuls of brown sugar porridge.
"What happened to your hand?" Luo Cuiwei suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist in surprise, staring at the swollen fingers.
All ten fingers of my left hand, except for the thumb, were swollen, clearly showing signs of recent bruising.
Yun Lie lowered his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said calmly, "I was accidentally hit by the door."
"You smashed it when you were scared and ran away?" Luo Cuiwei raised an eyebrow, lazily mocking him, but gently brought his fingertip close to her lips and blew on it lightly.
Perhaps seeing that she looked listless and weak, yet not sleepy, Yun Lie snuggled up on the bed and pulled her into his arms, blanket and all.
“What I heard was a little girl weighing six pounds and nine ounces,” Luo Cuiwei said softly, her eyes softening, “did she take her to sleep next door?”
Yun Lie hummed in agreement and raised his hand to smooth the damp, stray hairs from her temples.
"She's really heavy. She must have a round face," she said, raising her hand and placing her fingers on the edge of his large palm. She closed her eyes and smiled faintly, feeling his fingertips brush against her forehead. "She's very pretty, isn't she?"
Yun Lie pouted defiantly, "No..."
Seeing his wife's eyes widen in surprise, he quickly changed his tune, "I don't know."
At that time, Luo Cuiwei was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep. He was so preoccupied that he had no time to pay attention to anything else.
"What kind of father are you? That's your little girl, the one you should cherish and love the most..." Luo Cuiwei glared at him, a faint anger rising on her face.
He suddenly lowered his head and pecked her lips.
“She is not.” He looked directly at her slightly annoyed glare with unusual seriousness and solemnly declared.
Luo Cuiwei gritted her teeth, about to spew fire, but he used the same trick again, gently pecking her lips once more.
"This is the little girl I cherish most and hold dearest in my heart."
Even many years later, when there are many more girls in the family, the one in his arms will always be the most precious one in his heart.
He insisted on loving her the most, and no one could persuade him otherwise.
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