The Legend of Zhen Huan: Year after year, we share the spring breeze

Chapter 371 Birth

Zhen Huan, Noble Lady Mu and Madam Shen stood side by side, waiting quietly outside the door. Their eyes were always fixed on the closed door, as if they wanted to penetrate it and perceive the situation inside the house.

The snowflakes continued to fall slowly, landing on their shoulders and hair, and instantly turned into crystal water droplets.

After an unknown amount of time, a loud cry broke the dull silence.

(I wish all expectant mothers good health and all babies safety and happiness.)

A moment later, Caixing hurried out, holding a swaddled baby. She looked exhausted, beads of sweat covering her forehead. When she pulled down her mask, her face was as pale as paper.

But even so, she still tried to smile, her voice trembling slightly: "My queen, my queen gave birth to a princess."

Zhen Huan didn't care about looking at the child and asked hurriedly, "Cai Xing, how is Sister Mei?"

Cai Xing's voice was a little hoarse: "Sister Su Ye said everything went well, your Majesty, don't worry, but it will take a while for her to come out."

"Okay, okay!" Zhen Huan finally felt relieved, her tense body instantly relaxed, she raised her hand to wipe away the tears that overflowed from the corners of her eyes because of worry, revealing a relieved smile.

Concubine Mu also breathed a sigh of relief.

Mrs. Shen's tears instantly flowed down. She wanted to cover her mouth with trembling hands, but she couldn't help but let out soft sobs.

It was a mother's relief that her daughter was safe, a grandmother's joy at the birth of a new life. All the emotions bloomed like fireworks at this moment.

At this time, Yongzheng, who had received the news, also came over, with a bright smile on his face, and said repeatedly: "Good, good, Princess too!"

As he spoke, he took the swaddling clothes and looked at his new daughter carefully, "This child looks so much like Concubine Hui!"

When the concubines heard this, they all came forward with smiles on their faces and kept saying congratulations.

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, Congratulations to Your Majesty!"

"The little princess must be blessed with great fortune."

Yongzheng looked at the child for a while and then handed the child to the wet nurse.

Zhen Huan looked at Madam Shen, "Aunt, please follow the child."

Mrs. Shen stopped crying, responded, and hurried away.

Yongzheng did not return to the main hall, but stood at the door waiting.

Another quarter of an hour later, there were finally slight noises coming from the delivery room. Everyone's hearts, which had been slightly relaxed, tensed up again in an instant, and their eyes were all focused on the tightly closed door.

After a while, the door hinge made a dull "creaking" sound and was slowly pushed open. Several female doctors walked out quickly carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher, Shen Meizhuang looked pale and her closed eyes made her look even weaker.

Su Ye looked solemn as he followed closely beside the stretcher, his eyes never leaving Shen Meizhuang.

"How is Concubine Hui?" Yongzheng asked.

Su Ye replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, the Queen is fine. However, the labor has caused great damage and her vitality has been greatly damaged. She needs more rest and recuperation for some time before she can recover."

"Okay!" Yongzheng raised his hand and gently rubbed his temples. A hint of relief flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand.

The female doctors understood and hurriedly carried Shen Meizhuang towards the main hall.

Zhen Huan did not follow and looked into the room.

A moment later, An Lingrong, supported by Liu Zhu, slowly walked out of the hall. Her cheeks were unusually flushed, her breathing was heavy and rapid, and her steps were unsteady.

Seeing her appearance, Zhen Huan's heart tightened, and she hurried forward and supported her shaky body steadily.

"Sister Zhen, put me next to you." An Lingrong's voice was so weak that it was almost drowned out by the whistling wind.

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have exhausted her last bit of strength and fell limply into Zhen Huan's arms.

Zhen Huan had been standing outside the palace for nearly an hour. The biting cold wind had already chilled her hands and feet, and her whole body was weak and powerless.

At this moment, An Lingrong suddenly leaned on her, the sudden weight making her already shaky body even more difficult to support. She wanted to support him, but her arms felt weak and she couldn't move at all. They both fell to the ground at the same time, splashing snowflakes.

"The royal concubine!"

Concubine Mu screamed in surprise, and the people who followed Yongzheng turned around and immediately became confused. They all rushed over to help them up.

"Don't touch her!" Zhen Huan shouted.

The sudden sound made the concubines who came to help stand still, at a loss as to what to do.

Zhen Huan gritted her teeth, her face flushed, veins bulging on her forehead. She squatted down, using all her strength, and with the help of Liu Zhu, she picked up An Lingrong and walked towards the main hall step by step with difficulty.

Behind him, the concubines looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Yongzheng watched her movements, silently moved aside and made way.

When they entered the bedroom, Shen Meizhuang was already lying on the bed. Zhen Huan placed An Lingrong next to her and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the two of them closely.

"Wei Lin."

Only after hearing the call did Wei Lin dare to step forward. With trembling hands, he placed the handkerchief on An Lingrong's wrist and began to examine her. After a moment, he said, "Your Highness, Concubine Wen has fainted due to exhaustion and high mental stress caused by prolonged overwork. However, she is not seriously ill and only needs to rest and recuperate."

Upon hearing this, Zhen Huan's heart finally settled down.

She raised her head, looked at Yongzheng, and said softly, "Your Majesty, you are tired today. Go back and rest early!"

Yongzheng stood aside, his expression solemn, a complex emotion flashing in his deep eyes. He glanced at Shen Meizhuang and An Lingrong lying on the bed, then turned his gaze to Zhen Huan, "Huanhuan, I will give you an explanation for what happened today."

"I believe in the emperor!"

Zhen Huan sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on Yongzheng's departing back until the figure gradually disappeared in the shadow of the palace door. In an instant, a gleam of light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Turning her head, the coldness in her eyes instantly faded away. Looking at the person on the bed, tears flowed uncontrollably, falling drop by drop on her clothes, leaving large dark marks.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes somewhat blank, her thoughts tangled like a tangled mess. What had happened that day was too thrilling, and she still felt a lingering fear in her heart.

If An Lingrong had not been prepared and had a plan to deal with what happened today, I am afraid that I and Sister Mei would have died long ago.