She clutched Chu Yihan's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face, "What exactly are you still holding against me in your heart? Tell me! Speak!"
"Just focus on giving birth. After you've delivered, I will tell you! I will tell you!"
"No! Say it now! Speak!"
"Ah!!!!"
Su Yingxue's mournful scream spiraled above the palace.
One after another, wave after wave.
For a full six hours of agony, like enduring the tortures of purgatory, Su Yingxue finally gave birth before she passed out.
"Ah... Ah..."
The loud cries of the newborn baby cut the rope hanging in everyone's hearts.
Their hearts had landed.
When people like Su Qingzhi heard the baby's cries from outside, they cried tears of joy.
Qin Wan nearly fell over as she stood up, "At last, the baby is born, Your Majesty has the heavens' protection!"
"Sister Xue is after all half a modern person, naturally, her luck is different from ours!"
A sweet smile spread across the young Su Miaoyan's face.
