Yang Mengchen was acutely aware of the pain of childbirth, but this was the child she had longed for in two lifetimes, and the embodiment of love with Wende. Even if the pain tore at her heart and split her lungs, she bore it with exceptional fortitude, which even the two midwives silently admired.
As time passed, not to mention the Emperor, the Empress Dowager, and the Empress, the rest of the people had no mind to remember that the banquet was supposed to have started.
At noon (around twelve o'clock), everyone was still quietly waiting.
"Eh? What's that? Why is a star falling?" Suddenly, a child cried out loudly.
"Nonsense! How can there be stars in broad daylight?" An adult beside hastily chided in a soft voice, while looking up at the sky, and then exclaimed in shock, "Good heavens, there is really a star, and why has the sky turned purple?"
