Her tone was so certain as if she were the midwife herself.

However, the actual midwife, staring at her belly, was extremely anxious. All those who deliver babies know the saying “seven months lives, eight months doesn’t” – premature birth at eight months meant there must be something wrong with the fetus. Given how noble this lady appeared to be, if the child couldn’t survive… how would she answer for that?

“How is it?” the man beside asked.

Trembling all over, the midwife said: “The position is correct. We just need to wait for three fingers’ dilation.”

Feng Yue nodded, holding back her strength and no longer speaking. Yin Gezhi held her hand, his expression grave. The entire room fell silent, without a sound.

This worried those waiting outside terribly. Madam Qiu and others kept peering around. Wanting to inquire about the situation but fearing to disturb those inside, they could only anxiously pace outside in circles. Their armor still carried unwashed bloodstains, making clanking sounds as they moved, creating a chaotic noise.

Hearing these sounds made Feng Yue more at ease. Feeling the joy of her little one about to arrive, she gathered her strength waiting for that moment to come.

“Wah—”

Half an hour later, an infant’s cry broke through the deadness, startling everyone who hadn’t yet processed what happened.

“What happened?” Yin Fuzong looked at Madam Qiu in confusion: “There wasn’t a sound from inside, how did a child’s cry suddenly appear?”

Madam Qiu had no time to answer him. Wanting to rush in to look, she glanced down at her clothes, slapped her thigh, and hurried to change clothes.

How impressive is our Young Master! Truly a heroine among women, giving birth without making a sound!

Feng Yue was indeed heroic, truly not making a sound. But upon hearing the child’s cry, she directly fainted. Her face turned pale and awful, frightening Yin Gezhi beside her so much that he didn’t even have time to look whether the child was male or female before shouting: “Where’s the doctor?!”

The doctor waiting outside hurried in, checking her pulse under terrifying gazes in panic.

“How is she?!”

Eyebrows and beard wrinkled together, the old doctor looked at the person on the bed, then at the infant who had cried a few times and stopped, saying heavily: “Young Master, this lady has no major problems, she’s just too weak after giving birth, and with the unbearable pain, she fainted. What you should worry more about is this child!”

Hearing his wife was fine, Yin Gezhi let out a big sigh of relief, then turned to look at the little bundle in the midwife’s arms.

The newborn baby was wrinkled and ugly, not yet bathed. Yin Gezhi was quite disgusted and turned back to look at Feng Yue.

“Master!” Guanzhi was between laughing and crying: “You should at least hold him, this is your first prince!”

Prince? Yin Gezhi nodded, then she should have gotten her wish, she should be quite happy.

“It’s a little prince?” Madam Qiu and others, having changed clothes, swarmed into the room. Yin Gezhi frowned, pushing the midwife and Guanzhi to the outer room, then lowering the partition curtain, placing a doctor to guard outside: “Don’t let them in.”

The doctor: “…” He was meant to treat patients, not guard doors!

The people outside watched noisily, someone noticed something wrong with the little prince and immediately shouted: “Doctor, come quick and look!”

So the door-guarding doctor was pulled to the midwife’s side.

“This child is premature. His body will be weaker than normal children,” the doctor said. “He needs careful attention, otherwise there’s the possibility of early death.”

Early death?! The room instantly fell silent.

Feng Yue felt very tired. At first, she could still hear some noisy sounds, but later she couldn’t hear anything, falling into darkness.

There was light in the darkness. She seemed to see the imposing doorway of the Guan family, with all the family members standing at the entrance smiling at her. She was delighted and wanted to run over carrying her child. But they quickly retreated inside.

Guan Canghai pulled out the main door. His face was full of whiskers, particularly kindly when smiling: “Good child, live your own life well.”

Her pupils contracted slightly. She shook her head, quickly wanting to go hold the door. However, Guan Canghai moved faster, smiled at her, and closed the door.

The heavy vermillion door made a “bang” sound. No matter how she threw herself against it, kicking and pushing, she couldn’t open it again.

“Father! Second Brother!” Feng Yue choked up, pulling the door ring: “Don’t leave me alone!”

“How are you alone?” Ling Shu’s voice sounded from the wall beside.

Slightly startled, Feng Yue turned her head to see her flip over from the Guan family’s wall, bouncing over to stand before her, pointing behind her: “Look.”

Following her pointing direction to look back, she was stunned.

So many people stood behind her. Madam Qiu with a gentle face, Yin Fuzong standing straight-backed, Luo Hao smiling brilliantly. Everyone from the compound was there, wearing various types of armor. There was also the clever Ling Shu, and the loyal Guanzhi, all watching her.

“Time to go home and take care of the child.” Yin Gezhi’s voice sounded in her ear. Feng Yue was startled. Quickly turning her head, she saw an expressionless face, eyes carrying the clear moisture after rain, glancing at her and saying: “Let’s go.”

He held her hand, pulling her forward. Feng Yue was completely bewildered but heard laughter all around.

“Young Master, you’ve given birth to a little prince.”

“Young Master, we’ve won the battle!”

“Feng Yue.” Amidst bright light, as if flower petals were falling, came a person’s calm yet serious voice: “Your Guan family bloodline can now rule my Yin family’s empire.”

Her heart warmed, and she laughed out loud. Finally taking steps herself, she walked forward with this group of people!

In the quiet room, Yin Gezhi held the child expressionlessly, eyes half-closed glancing at him.

The little prince hadn’t opened his eyes, but as if sensing the disdain from his father, uncomfortably twisted his body.

“She’s had enough trouble giving birth to you,” speaking in a deep voice, Yin Gezhi said: “If you dare to get sick and cause her more trouble, I won’t let you off easily.”

Guanzhi listening beside was dumbfounded. His master was really something, threatening heaven and earth, and now not even sparing his own son?

“Master, the prince is still small, he can’t understand words.”

Looking at the little bundle that instantly behaved, Yin Gezhi lightly snorted: “He understands.”

Understands my foot! Guanzhi shook his head, continuing to write lists for people to prepare medicines. The little prince was premature, certainly prone to illness, so they needed to prepare in advance.

However, whether he truly understood Yin Gezhi’s words or not, the little prince who hadn’t opened his eyes slept quietly, no longer crying.

When Feng Yue woke up, she felt her belly and almost scared herself to death: “Where’s my child?”

“Here.” Reaching out to give her the bundle, Yin Gezhi’s face was full of pride: “He’s a very well-behaved child, doesn’t cry or make trouble…”

Before his words fell, the little bundle reached Feng Yue’s arms and suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering cry: “Wah—”