The princess regretted it.

Chapter 395 A Little Prince

Hearing Concubine Chun's cry of pain, the emperor became a little panicked. He reached out and took off the string of Buddhist beads that he had worn all year round on his wrist. He held it in his hand and pulled them quickly. The sandalwood beads moved quickly in his palm, making a tiny friction sound.

His brows were twisted into a knot, and there was a rare anxiety and uneasiness in his eyes. "Doctor Fang, please tell them about Concubine Chun's condition and prepare a response plan! Make sure that the mother and child are safe!" The emperor looked at Doctor Fang and raised his chin towards the other doctors he brought with him.

Doctor Fang, sweat beads forming on his forehead, hurriedly replied, "Yes." He then led several colleagues to the side and retrieved Concubine Chun's pulse chart. They all murmured and discussed the matter as they examined the chart.

"Empress, push harder!" The midwife's urging voice, mixed with Concubine Chun's cries, surged out of the tightly closed delivery room and reached the ears of everyone in the main hall, causing the copper bells under the eaves to shake wildly.

Jin An stood to one side, his face even paler. He stretched out his other hand and tightly grasped Han Shuang's hand that was supporting his arm.

The emperor looked up and saw his daughter in such a shaky state. He felt a surge of pity in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Jin'an, there is too much blood here. You should go back first."

"I'm fine! I'm worried if I go back. Let's wait here." Jin An shook his head.

As soon as the words fell, another heart-wrenching cry was heard from the delivery room, shaking everyone in the palace. Jin An's body also shook violently, but he remained firmly fixed in the same place. Han Shuang whispered softly, "Princess, how about I help you sit over there?"

Jin An just shook her head slightly. In fact, she felt that her legs were as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and she seemed unable to move. She was now relying entirely on the strength in her heart to support herself.

Chun Guiren's screams became more and more shrill as the midwife urged her to do so, but her voice became weaker and weaker.

The emperor couldn't calm down. He couldn't listen any longer and was almost unable to sit still. "Fang Sheng, what's going on?" The emperor looked at Doctor Fang and ordered in a deep voice.

When Doctor Fang heard the emperor calling him, he hurried over with his medicine box, bowed, and replied, "Yes." He then went to the door of the delivery room, knocked lightly, and asked anxiously, "What's going on inside?"

The carved wooden door creaked open from the inside. Madam Su stumbled, holding onto the doorframe. Her hair was askew, her face pale. She reached out and grabbed Doctor Fang's wrist. "Doctor Fang, come in quickly! The Empress is not feeling well!"

Doctor Fang's face paled as he hurried into the room, medicine box in hand. Nanny Su immediately slammed the door shut, shielding herself from the inquiring gazes of the people inside. The cold wind howled outside, and the charcoal fire inside couldn't even resist the chill rising in her heart.

"My lady, please try harder, we've seen the end!" The midwife's sharp urging voice penetrated the door, carrying unprecedented urgency and fear.

"Ah!" A heart-wrenching scream suddenly rang out, shaking everyone's ears.

Then, a clear cry broke the silence, like the first crowing of a rooster at dawn, startling everyone in the hall.

"It's born! It's born!" Concubine Cen's voice cracked, trembling slightly with excitement. Her eyes widened as she stared at the closed door. Mingyue supported her steadily by her side, watching her excited mother's expression, but she felt an inexplicable sadness in her heart!

The moment the emperor heard the child crying, he had already left his seat, his black boots stepping heavily on the blue bricks, and the gold thread of his bright yellow dragon robe was so bright in the candlelight that it was impossible to open one's eyes.

He rushed to the door in two steps, staring at the closed door in front of him without blinking, as if he wanted to see the situation inside the house through it.

Jin An felt her tense nerves suddenly relax. A black mist suddenly filled her vision, and her body swayed. If Han Shuang hadn't been quick to catch her, she would have nearly collapsed to the ground. She reached out and patted Han Shuang's hand soothingly. She looked up at the carved wooden door, and tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably - finally, finally safe.

The baby's cry became louder and louder, carrying the vigor of new life.

"Your Majesty, the voice sounds so strong and powerful, I think it must be a strong prince!" Eunuch Fuquan, who followed the emperor to the door, said with a smile.

"Squeak!" The door was pushed open again, and the midwife came out holding a swaddling cloth.

Seeing the emperor standing at the door, the midwife quickly turned around and closed the door, then knelt respectfully before the emperor with the swaddling clothes in her arms, "Your Majesty, congratulations, it's a little prince weighing seven pounds!"

The emperor strode forward, his robes stirring with a gust of air. Trembling, he took the swaddling clothes. Beneath the bright yellow dragon-patterned sleeves, the infant lay clean. His face, like all newborns, was rosy red, but smooth and round, unlike the wrinkled face of other children. His features bore a resemblance to Concubine Chun, but the emperor felt he bore more resemblance to his father.

Upon hearing the midwife's announcement, everyone in the hall knelt, shouting, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! May Your Majesty be blessed with great fortune!" The emperor couldn't contain his excitement. After more than a decade, he finally had another son!

Jin An looked at his father holding the child carefully, and vaguely remembered the warmth he felt when his father held the child above his head when he was young. He couldn't hold back his tears and they burst out.

"Hahaha! Reward! Pass the order down, everyone in the palace will get an extra month's salary!" The emperor looked at the baby in his arms who was no longer crying and was sleeping soundly. The haze between his brows disappeared and he was very happy.

The little prince clenched his pink fists, tears still condensed on his eyelashes, and his pink little mouth twitched unconsciously, which made the emperor's eyes slightly warm.

The hall was filled with voices of thanksgiving once again. "Thank you, Your Majesty! May Your Majesty be blessed with good health!"

The emperor's eyes never left the child in his arms, and he said with a smile: "Everyone, get up."

Eunuch Fuquan came forward with his waist bent, his face wrinkled with smile, and said in a shrill voice: "The little prince is so handsome, he must have inherited your majesty's noble character!" As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe and looked out, squinting his eyes to examine the baby in the cradle.

The Emperor's smile deepened, and a barely perceptible smugness flashed across his eyes. Upon hearing this, he glanced at Eunuch Fuquan, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, "You're the only one who knows how to make me happy! My son must be no bad boy! Hahaha!"

"How is Concubine Chun?" Jin An stood up and looked at the midwife.

Jin'an's question drew the emperor's gaze away from the child. The child in his arms twisted uncomfortably. He subconsciously tightened his arms, retracted his gaze, and gently shook his arms.

"Princess, Concubine Chun fainted again after giving birth to the prince with great effort. Doctor Fang is treating her." The midwife bowed and replied quickly.