"Go, accompany her," Yang Hua spoke firmly. She never adhered to those messy conventions. Giving birth was inherently dangerous for women, how could it be unlucky?
Yan Sihan, however, did not hesitate. He wanted to know how his little girl was doing now.
When Yan Sihan entered the room, Lin Jiaojiao, who was so in pain that her eyes were filled with tears, seemed as if she had been struck by lightning!
How could Yan Sihan come in? How could he come in...
That was Lin Jiaojiao's first thought.
The appearance of Yan Sihan left Xuemei, who was already worried, completely stunned, but the experienced midwife remained calm, simply saying, "Your Highness, push a little harder."
"Yan Sihan... it hurts..." Shocked as she was, the moment she saw him, she felt particularly aggrieved.
Yan Sihan sat down by the bed, taking her hand which was tightly clutching the bedding. His little girl had turned pale, with dense beads of sweat on her forehead, her hair completely drenched.
