Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 933 6: Bloodline Suppression

Zhongli Yuan is indeed several months older than Shang Jue, but only by a few months.

Shang Jue never admits it and always plays tricks to coax Zhongli Yuan into calling him brother.

Lu Yuan: Looks like someone shameless has found their roots.

Chen Long glanced at him: You speak as if you're not shameless yourself.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Even calling her sister didn't work for Shang Jue, it made a fool of himself in front of the younger ones.

It's a piece of dark history he regrets to this day.

Zhongli Yuan has extremely strict control over her daughter's childbirth, not to mention a bunch of men who can't help, even the servants in the courtyard are carefully selected again and again.

After sending off her husband and some juniors, she went to the delivery room.

Hot water, scissors, and mats were already prepared.

Nanny Hu and Miss Du guarded the small kitchen, Nanny Wan ran errands, and Nanny Li and Ban Xia were on standby in the delivery room.

Everyone performed their duties, and everything was in order.

"Madam."

Nanny Li saluted Zhongli Yuan.

Ban Xia also turned around and saluted.

Zhongli Yuan raised her hand, signaling them not to stand on ceremony.

Meng Qianqian was enduring wave after wave of contractions, much more painful than practicing martial arts.

She was drenched in sweat, her breathing becoming rapid.

Zhongli Yuan washed her hands, walked to the bedside, wrung out a warm wet cloth, and gently wiped her daughter's forehead.

"Mother..."

Meng Qianqian's throat instantly choked up.

It was fine initially, but with her mother's arrival, she felt so wronged.

Zhongli Yuan sat by the bed, holding her hand: "Don't be afraid, mother is here."

Meng Qianqian sniffed: "Mm."

Zhongli Yuan gently caressed her temples: "If you want to cry, just cry it out."

Meng Qianqian sobbed: "I'm not crying, I'm not a child."

Zhongli Yuan laughed softly: "Alright, alright, our Little Nine has grown up, no longer a child."

Her gentle voice was like a clear stream, soothing Meng Qianqian's feverish body and easing her pain.

At the same time, it was also telling Meng Qianqian that in front of her mother, she could let down all her defenses and didn't have to be strong.

Meng Qianqian rubbed her cheek against Zhongli Yuan's palm, gently snuggling like a soft cat.

"Where's Treasure Piggy?"

She asked.

Zhongli Yuan softly replied: "In the old madam's courtyard, playing leaf cards with her, don't worry."

Meng Qianqian already conjured up the scene in her mind.

The two lively characters must be arguing over cards again as they played.

Zhongli Yuan continued: "Your father, your brother, and your beloved husband are all waiting outside the courtyard, they haven't gone far."

Meng Qianqian muttered: "Whose beloved husband... mother, why are you talking so mushy..."

Zhongli Yuan chuckled: "Yes, yes, mother is mushy."

Meng Qianqian hummed and leaned closer to Zhongli Yuan.

Having her mother by her side felt so good.

"Mother."

She said softly.

Zhongli Yuan patted her forehead: "Hmm?"

Meng Qianqian said in a pitiful voice: "It hurts."

Zhongli Yuan felt immense heartache.

Meng Qianqian asked: "Mother, did it hurt like this when you gave birth to me?"

Zhongli Yuan smiled gently, not speaking, just comforting her with gentle, pampering eyes.

Due to overwork during pregnancy and the significant depletion of primordial energy during the Seven Stars in a Row calamity, she had been in a long coma, making the delivery not smooth.

The men pacing outside the courtyard were anxious and distraught.

"How long has it been, why hasn't she given birth yet?"

Shang Jue frowned, "When Ah Yuan gave birth to Little Nine, it didn't take this long."

Lu Yuan looked at Chen Long.

Chen Long: "I wasn't around when my sister was born."

At that time, he was still Prince Loulan.

Lu Yuan felt a restless unease in his heart, a feeling he hadn't experienced since he was twelve.

He had lived a difficult life among the common folk before being brought back to the Prime Minister's Mansion by Prime Minister Xun, rising from a mere horse slave to the Prime Minister's adopted son.

The hardships and dangers he experienced could only be understood by himself, and he never shared them with others.

When he was twelve, he met Lin Ji.

Since then, it was as if a ray of hope shone into his gloomy life.

"It's all your fault!"

Chen Long's reproach interrupted Lu Yuan's thoughts.

Lu Yuan, rarely not retaliating, earnestly nodded: "Mm, it's my fault."

The sudden "compliance" left Chen Long unsure of how to respond.

Though he said this, deep down, he was hoping for the soft, adorable Little Little Nine.

After all, who wouldn't like a soft and cute Little Nine?

Yu Zichuan and Qing Shuang turned to leave.

Lu Yuan: "You two, come back! No climbing on the roof!"

The two innocently blinked: "Oh."

Yu Zichuan mumbled: "How did he even guess that?"

Lu Yuan paced outside for a moment.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely.

Finally, he couldn't wait any longer, striding towards the courtyard.

"Son-in-law!"

Nanny Wan was shocked to see Lu Yuan suddenly appear at the door.

Lu Yuan asked: "How is the Young Madam?"

Nanny Wan glanced back at the tightly shut door, scratching her head: "The Young Madam… not well!"

Alas!

Nanny Li had forbidden her to speak of it!

Yet she couldn't control her mouth!

Lu Yuan: "Step aside."

"Ah!"

Nanny Wan moved faster than she spoke, instantly shifting to the side.

Lu Yuan, expecting to face a hundred and eight obstacles: "..."

In the delivery room.

Meng Qianqian was enduring excruciating pain.

The pain was not the hardest part; the hardest part was that the fetus could not be successfully delivered despite the efforts.

The psychological torment was far more unbearable than the physical one.

Zhongli Yuan gave the midwife a look.

The midwife understood and followed her to the door.

"What's going on?"

Zhongli Yuan asked seriously.

The midwife replied, looking troubled: "Madam, the Young Madam… she seems to be having a difficult birth."

Zhongli Yuan said: "I can see that, but what's causing the difficulty?"

The midwife said: "The fetal position is not right."

Zhongli Yuan frowned: "What?"

Although Zhongli Yuan also knew medicine, it was mostly in treating diseases and injuries, and delivering babies was not her expertise.

"What should be done?"

She asked the midwife.

The midwife: "In theory, the fetal position should be corrected, but… but I tried for a long time just now and couldn't…"

She was personally chosen by Steward Cen, so there was no need to mention her capabilities, having delivered hundreds, if not a thousand, babies.

An incorrect fetal position might be a tricky matter for others, but she was quite experienced.

Yet for some reason, her technique was entirely ineffective on the Young Madam's fetus.

The child… couldn't be moved!

Bang!

The door was suddenly pushed open by someone.

Zhongli Yuan's expression changed, pulling the midwife aside by three feet.

The midwife, patting her almost flattened self, felt half her soul had vanished due to the fright.

Zhongli Yuan frowned.

Lu Yuan worriedly asked: "Mother, are you all right?"

Zhongli Yuan: "What are you doing here?"

"I was rash, will plead guilty to Mother later!"

He cupped his hands in salute, then strode past Zhongli Yuan to the bedside.

Ban Xia and Nanny Li paused.

The latter was about to stop him but saw Lu Yuan staring sternly at Meng Qianqian's belly, harshly saying: "Turn around yourself for me!"