Chapter 886 - 891, - 892: Yang Xian “Suicide,” Chu Ran Gave Birth 2

"Let’s go."

Yang Qingqing said and then left.

Father has already been murdered.

My brothers, they must not get into trouble anymore.

...

Shu Residence, Jiang Mansion.

Jiang Li, in a plain long robe, held a brush and was practicing calligraphy at the desk. Yet, at this moment, he was somewhat disturbed, and the characters he wrote were affected, not looking very good.

Shortly afterward, his son Jiang Yu hurriedly came in from the outside and said anxiously, "Father, something big has happened."

"Speak."

"The County Marquis committed suicide out of guilt in prison this morning."

"What?"

With these words, Jiang Li was suddenly startled, and the brush in his hand fell onto the paper, smudging the writing, his brows tightly knit together, in disbelief.

He is not a three-year-old child.

He knows that so-called guilt-induced suicide is definitely not that simple on the surface, but rather someone wanted Yang Xian dead.

It was precisely because of this that he was so shocked.

In his previous assumptions, Yang Xian’s ultimate fate was to be escorted back to the Capital and imprisoned for life, not death.

Unexpectedly, he is dead now.

Especially under the presence of Lady Zhao Fei.

"It seems that the ruler in Celestial River is even more..."

"More what?" Jiang Yu couldn’t help but ask.

"Ruthless," Jiang Li thought to himself.

...

Capital.

This day, November 5th.

It was the day when Chang En and Cui Shuang led the troops from the Youzhou Border Pass back to the Capital.

Of course, there was no need to worry that once Chang En and others returned to the Capital, there would be no one defending the Border Pass.

Chen Mo had already sent reinforcements over earlier.

On the towering city walls, teams of soldiers with bright armor and helmets, holding long spears and horizontal sabers at their waists, stood imposingly, their faces stern. The whistling cold wind could not weaken their spirits, and their eyes were bright and determined.

The tens of thousands of troops from Great Wei’s Border Pass advanced gradually, flags representing the Three Guards of Divine Courage, Divine Martial, and Xianzhen fluttered loudly in the cold wind, swaying continually.

Geng Songfu, representing Chen Mo, came out of the city with Zuo Lianglun, Chen Cultivator, and the chief officials of the Six Ministries to welcome Chang En and the others.

"General Chang En, General Cui, welcome back to the Capital, it has been a hard journey. His Majesty has prepared a welcome banquet in the palace for all the generals, please." Geng Songfu said enthusiastically.

After years of military training, Chang En was no longer the brash young man fresh out of Dragon Return Mountain, unaware of social niceties, and learned how to deal with both military personnel and officials without showing any unease.

Smiling, he engaged in conversation with Geng Songfu as they headed into the city.

...

Imperial Palace.

Harem.

Chen Mo anxiously paced back and forth outside Chu Ran’s chamber.

Under the eaves, several palace maids and the midwife were holding basins of hot water, coming and going with hurried expressions.

Xu Ying, Chu Juan, Consort Ning, Consort Hui, and Consort Lan stood under the eaves, surrounded by their palace maids, listening to the sounds from inside, their faces full of envy.

"Has she given birth yet? Has Princess Consort Jing given birth yet?" At this moment, Xiao Yunxi, the closest to Chu Ran in the harem, hurriedly arrived, wrapped in a cloak against the cold wind.

"Greetings, Princess Consort Yi." Xu Ying, Consort Ning, Consort Hui, and Consort Lan saluted Xiao Yunxi.

Chu Juan calmly said, "Princess Consort Yi."

Then mentioned that she was still giving birth inside.

Knowing the general situation, Xiao Yunxi approached Chen Mo and shared her recent situation: "Your Majesty, Shu’Er woke up hungry just now, and I came right over after feeding her."

"No worries, there are plenty of people in the palace taking care of things. Yunxi, don’t be anxious," Chen Mo said, telling Xiao Yunxi not to worry, although he himself was extremely anxious.

After all, Chu Ran had low strength, no experience in childbirth, and a small frame.

In the chamber.

"Push, Your Ladyship, push," Wenpo said by Chu Ran’s ear.

And a palace maid occasionally wiped the sweat off Chu Ran’s face with a handkerchief.

Even so, in such cold weather, her palace skirt was still drenched in sweat; her bright face was now somewhat pale. She bit her lower lip, her forehead dripping with sweat, and her brows furrowed from exertion.

"Your Ladyship, push, the baby’s head is out..."

"Bleeding, quickly bring a towel."

"Not good, there’s too much blood."

"Your Ladyship, hang in there, don’t fall asleep."

...

Outside the hall, Chen Mo paused, frowning slightly.

With his senses, he could hear some of the commotion inside.

Soon, a midwife with bloodstained hands rushed out of the hall and, upon seeing Chen Mo, quickly said, "Your Majesty, it’s not good, Her Ladyship is hemorrhaging heavily, and we can’t stop it..."

"What?" Xiao Yunxi, who was praying for Chu Ran, was startled.

Xu Ying and the others’ faces also changed.

Is there trouble?

"Summon all the female physicians, Yunxi, go call Mi’Er over," Chen Mo instructed before, ignoring everyone’s attempts to stop him, barging into Chu Ran’s birthing chamber.

Inside the chamber.

Palace maids and midwives were in a flurry of activity.

The baby was already born, but no matter how the midwife pinched, the baby wouldn’t cry, anxious sweat beading on her forehead.

On the other side, Chu Ran was still hemorrhaging, and the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Chu Ran had already fainted.

Seeing Chen Mo coming in, they were about to salute.

Chen Mo stopped them with a glance, letting them continue their work, then went to the bedside, looking at the face of Chu Ran, pale as paper, already unconscious, his eyes full of distress.

He quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, which contained an Elixir, and fed it into Chu Ran’s mouth.

This was the Elixir Nalan Yiren had given him before to replenish his Qi and blood.

Now that Chu Ran was losing too much blood, Chen Mo could only use it on her immediately.

Then he held her hand, slowly channeling Innate Spiritual Qi into her.

Wu Mi is skilled in medicine.

Nalan Yiren was proficient in both poison and medicine.

Being close to them, Chen Mo also learned some basic medical principles over time.

"Your Majesty, the bleeding has slowed," a palace maid quickly reported the latest situation.

"Make way, make way for the physicians."

At this moment, the palace’s female physicians arrived, stepped forward to check Chu Ran’s condition.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Wu Mi rushed over hurriedly.

From her scanty clothing, one could see how urgently she came.

At the same time, the Imperial Physicians from the Imperial Hospital arrived, waiting outside.

But because of the difference between men and women, and Chu Ran’s special status, unless Wu Mi and the female physicians couldn’t handle the situation, it wouldn’t be necessary for now.

With the efforts of Wu Mi and the female physicians, the bleeding was finally stopped.

Having just caught her breath, the midwife holding the baby started crying anxiously.

Chu Ran had given birth to a girl.

But the baby wouldn’t cry no matter what.

"Let me see," Wu Mi took the baby without any disdain for the amniotic fluid and fresh blood still on her, and began checking over her.

The reason Wu Mi studied medicine was because her biological mother died in childbirth, and after studying medicine, she became most proficient in obstetrics. After a meticulous examination, she quickly found the problem.

After some treatment, Wu Mi applied some pressure to the baby’s arm, and shortly after, the baby burst into loud tears.

Hearing the baby’s cry, the midwife, who was on the verge of tears, heaved a sigh of relief, muttering repeatedly, "Crying is good, crying is good."

"Mi’Er, is Princess Consort Jing alright?" Seeing the bleeding had stopped, Chen Mo stopped channeling the Innate Spiritual Qi excessively, stroked Chu Ran’s pale face, and asked worriedly.

"Princess Consort Jing fainted from excessive blood loss. Fortunately, the rescue was timely, otherwise, it could have been really serious. Once she wakes up, give her some medicine and food to replenish her blood and Qi, and with proper care, there should be no major issues. Over the next few days, let this humble consort take care of Princess Consort Jing," Wu Mi said.

"Mi’Er, thank you," Chen Mo breathed a sigh of relief, saying.