eurekapd Chapter 354 Let Her Die Directly
Chapter 354 Let Her Die Directly
Fu Cha agreed that the attack happened suddenly in the early morning.
Baojuan was sleeping so soundly that she didn't hear any movement.
Baoque was counting the days on his fingers, calculating the time. He knew that Lady Fucha was due to give birth in these few days, so he didn't sleep very soundly.
On the one hand, her own mistress had always cared about Fucha's pregnancy. On the other hand, Fucha's maid Cherry had been nice to her before. They worked in the same palace. Cherry had asked the nanny in the Ministry of Punishment to pass on a message, asking her to look after her mistress.
"My lady, my lady." Baojuan woke up the sleeping An Lingrong.
An Lingrong was a self-disciplined person, so even though she was woken up by someone, she didn't get grumpy at all.
"Mrs. Fucha seems to have fetal movement."
When An Lingrong heard the news, she immediately stood up and asked Baoque to help her put on her clothes.
"Has anyone gone to ask for the imperial physician?" An Lingrong asked.
"Yes. The guards guarding the door have already gone to the Imperial Hospital, so don't panic, my lady." Baoque put on An Lingrong's shoes neatly.
"Should we inform the Emperor and the Empress?" Baoque asked.
An Lingrong paused for a moment while adjusting her collar. "Let Baojuan tell the Queen. It's not time for the court session yet, so don't disturb the Emperor."
Even if it is a notification, it should be the Queen's business.
An Lingrong's mind was exceptionally clear, as a new life was about to be born in the Yanx Palace.
She had watched the concubines give birth at home and there were constant fights in the backyard, but whoever gave birth was passing through the gates of hell.
She had seen that kind of heart-wrenching feeling once after she entered the palace, when her sister Mei gave birth to Jinghe, and now it was coming again.
An Lingrong was so nervous that her palms were sweating.
I hope there will be no disasters or troubles.
An Lingrong was supported by Baoque as she walked towards the main hall.
Although Fucha was demoted to a concubine, she was allowed not to move elsewhere because of her mobility problems.
But all the palace maids and eunuchs had been transferred away, and only the little palace maid Si'er would bring meals.
The emperor was heartless. Although he allowed Fucha to give birth to the child and then move to another place, how could an unarmed pregnant woman give birth smoothly without anyone to take care of her?
The Emperor would never have thought of this.
The queen also turned a deaf ear to it.
If a prince was born, the queen would secretly give ginseng to Fucha, which would naturally be a sign of her kindness.
If, unfortunately, she only gave birth to a princess and the emperor happened to dislike her, the queen would openly stand on the same front with the emperor, so as not to annoy the emperor.
As for the empress dowager, who had always been looking forward to holding her grandson, she naturally would not do anything for the sake of mother-son love and to make up for Concubine Wan's pain of losing her son.
Sometimes An Lingrong really felt that they were all like a lonely boat floating on the sea in the harem. If a wave came, the boat would capsize.
Giving birth to a child is a big deal. Fu Cha's moans of approval could be heard intermittently from the palace. An Lingrong heard them outside, said a few soft words to the guards, and walked in.
Normally, money would pave the way, but today, he was easier to talk to. I'm afraid this guard was also gambling to see if Fu Cha could change her fate today.
An Lingrong walked in and went straight to the bed, "Sister Fucha, are you okay?"
An Lingrong took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Fu Cha's forehead.
"Save me...Sister An, save me." The contractions actually started in the middle of the night. The intervals between contractions were long, and Fu Cha didn't know why as it was her first pregnancy. She just endured the pain until the morning when Bao Que got up and walked around outside the main hall to observe the situation, only then did she notice movement inside the hall.
When Fu Cha saw An Lingrong, it was like a drowning person grabbing hold of duckweed.
She grabbed An Lingrong's hand, and it hurt so much that she couldn't control her strength, but she still tried her best and endured the pain and said, "In the box on my dressing table...ah..."
"...I need you to write down a few recipes for making rouge cream...humph...it hurts..."
"I'll trade them with you... please... hmm... hmm..." The pain was so intense that she couldn't help tossing and turning on the bed.
The rest can no longer be said.
"Sister Fu Cha, please don't say anything. I understand..." An Lingrong held Fu Cha's hand tightly and tried to give her strength. "I have already asked the imperial physician. You will definitely have a safe delivery. I am clumsy. Even if I have the best prescription, I can't make good rouge without your guidance."
An Lingrong pushed Fu Cha's messy hair behind her ears. Her hair was sticky with sweat, and from the messy state of her hair, it could be seen that Fu Cha must have been suffering for a long time before Baoque found out.
"I also need my elder sister to teach my younger sister after giving birth. I have to hold on."
Baojuan went to Jingren Palace, and Baoque went to boil water.
This time, there wasn't even a nanny.
An Lingrong looked at the scene in front of her and was so anxious that she almost cried.
What should she do now? An Lingrong was at a loss.
Fu Cha's cries of pain became louder and louder. The scene was very similar to Sister Mei's difficult childbirth.
An Lingrong thought that it was not like this when her aunt gave birth. Although she cried out in pain, she was able to gather enough strength to give birth. She could even stop to rest for a while, eat some snacks, and continue to cry out in pain and push hard.
But why doesn’t Sister Fucha look like them?
An Lingrong suddenly thought of something and bravely lifted the thin blanket covering Fu Cha Da Ying.
It was shocking to see that the mattress was already stained with blood.
Is it hemorrhage?
An Lingrong panicked and ran out quickly, shouting for Baoque to come over.
"Bao Que, go get the imperial physician! Go get the imperial physician!"
Didn't the guards already go and invite him? Why did they come so slowly?
An Lingrong's mind went blank.
The emperor only ordered Fu Cha to move to the cold palace after giving birth to the child, but he did not say that she should die immediately.
This feeling of isolation and helplessness made An Lingrong feel suffocated.
Baoque came out of the kitchen and ran out in a hurry.
At this time Chun'er also ran out from the side hall at the back.
She had heard the noise Sister An made in the yard a long time ago, but the nanny held her back and told her not to come out.
As long as you close your eyes and plug your ears, you can survive long in this palace.
The housekeeper always said this to herself.
She heard these words from the day she entered the palace.
There is also the sentence, "Young Master, please listen to the Queen."
The housekeeper had been stopping her these days, not letting her get close to the main hall, and even asked her to learn some poetry and songs every day so that she could obtain the Holy Heart next time.
But now, she heard it, heard Sister An's heart-wrenching cries, heard Sister Fucha's groans. After living in the same palace for so long, were they really going to be so cold?
Chun'er pried open the nanny's hands and ran out.
"Sister An, how is Sister Fucha?" Chun'er frowned, looking anxious.