"Ah Zhen, why did you come in? Hurry and leave!"
Princess An He swiftly pulled the bed curtains, blocking Xie Yunzhen's view.
Afraid that this would be another disruption.
Nothing was more important than ensuring the child's safety.
She urged repeatedly, "Once the child is born, I'll let you hold them. You should wait outside and change your clothes; a child's skin is delicate and cannot tolerate dust."
Xie Yunzhen turned a deaf ear.
His gaze never fell on anyone else, so he did not notice Princess An He's unnatural expression.
There was no sound from Ji Mingzhu in the birthing room.
Giving birth shouldn't be like this.
She's the mother; she should be crying out in pain and crying, not like now, completely silent.
Xie Yunzhen's steps halted; even though he was so close, fear enveloped him.
The pain in his heart grew more pronounced, his hands clenched into fists, yet he couldn't restrain the overwhelming anxiety.
