She clutched her stomach, constantly comforting herself in her mind: "Child, don't be afraid, mother is here, and mother will definitely do her utmost to protect you."
A chef inside saw Nan Feng clutching her stomach as she went out, and he quickly came over to ask, "Nan Feng, what's wrong with you?"
A maid beside him said, "Looking at her condition, she's definitely about to give birth. Should I help her while you stay here and watch?"
"But didn't the second prince specifically instruct us not to help her?"
"Are you stupid? The second prince is just quarrelling with her. How can we not help at a time like this?" the maid said.
Nan Feng's stomach pain was not constant; these were called contractions, hurting intermittently. Despite this, she looked at the maid with gratitude, "Thank you, kindness is always rewarded."
"Don't mention it; you're having a tough time too. I will report this to the second prince later and ask him to find a midwife for you," the maid said.
