Greetings, Ninth Uncle

At this time, Huo Chang Yuan had an intuition in the dark. He raised his head and looked at the Forbidden City in the north.

"Did she give birth?"

At this moment, Cheng Yujin is trapped in the confusion of past and present life. The voice was still roaring with all its might: "Don't you want the child of your previous life? As a mother, are you so irresponsible?"

Cheng Yujin was in pain for a long time, and her mind gradually blurred. She didn't know if it was a real fantasy at the moment, and she didn't know whether the person in front of her was a fantasy she imagined, or a real demon who had been hiding under her reason.

She looked at the vague shadow and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the child of your previous life who did not die peacefully."

"No, you're not." After Cheng Yujin said these words, Lingtai suddenly became clear, and the soul that had been haunted for a long time seemed to suddenly step on the ground, and all reason and decision slowly flowed back to her body.

Cheng Yujin's heart became brighter, and she said, "As you said, if I want to treat my child well, I have to marry that bastard Huo Chang Yuan and die again? No, that is the real irresponsibility for the child. Well, the most important thing to do is to be good to yourself first."

"Parents are like this, husbands are like this, and children are like this. You are not my child in a previous life, you are me."

After Cheng Yujin said these words, the mist that had been wrapped around the man dissipated, and sure enough, behind the black shadow was her own face.

"I don't know why I dream of my past life, but you are not me, and I am not you. I have never married Huo Chang Yuan in my life, and there is no way to talk about the so-called unconnected children. As long as they are born to me, they are all me. There is no difference between past and present life at all.”

"For the past life, what I regret most is not that my sister dove occupies the magpie's nest, not that my only son did not die well, and it is not that I was entrusted with inhumans. The only thing I regret is that I have calculated for myself all my life, but at the juncture of my life, it will decide me. The choice of life and death is in the hands of the Huo Xue family. But now, my husband, Li Chengjing is the one who stands outside to make the decision for me when I pass through the gate of hell. He deserves my life. It doesn't affect me anymore."

She thought she didn't care about her past life, she thought nothing could affect her sanity. Actually there is. Especially when she really became a mother herself, the self who died in the dream because of dystocia, the child who died prematurely because of falling into the lake, has been disturbing her mind in the dark dream. Cheng Yujin never wanted to use reason to suppress her inner fear, but the more she suppressed it, the more she swelled, and finally broke out when she was at her weakest on the day of giving birth.

Only by facing the heart disease can she truly come out. Cheng Yujin looked at the gradually collapsing fog and knew that her heart disease was completely removed.

Cheng Yujin finally broke through the magic, and all kinds of voices flooded into her mind at once. Seeing that Cheng Yujin hadn't responded for a long time, Granny Wen and the maid were scared to death, and tried their best to stuff ginseng into Cheng Yujin's mouth. Now that Cheng Yujin finally had a reaction, they were overjoyed and shouted: "Prince Concubine, hold on and try harder."

Cheng Yujin's eyes suddenly ooze wet tears. She was still alive, and Li Chengjing was still waiting for her outside. He is her ninth uncle, her husband, and the father of her children. He has been wandering in the world for more than fourteen years, how could she be willing to leave him alone?

Cheng Yujin suddenly burst into a brute force at the end of the mountains and rivers. Gradually, the woman in her ear shouted in surprise: "I see the head! The crown princess will work harder, and she will come out soon!"

Li Chengjing stood outside the delivery room. The night has passed, and at this moment the east has lit up with a faint white. Li Chengjing stayed in the cold wind all night, and the people who came to inquire went back and forth several times. Only Li Chengjing stood here all the time.

Eunuchs kept coming to invite Li Chengjing to take a rest in the side hall, but Li Chengjing shook his head and refused. How could he relax and rest? Several times Li Chengjing heard the screams inside, and he wanted to push the door and go in by himself. The most dangerous time, everyone inside shouted Cheng Yujin's name, as if she fainted. Li Chengjing's hand was already at the door of the delivery room.

But in the end Li Chengjing held back. He knew that he didn't understand anything, and going in would only add psychological pressure to the court lady Wen Po, and Cheng Yujin loved beauty so much, she didn't take the initiative to speak out, she must not want to be seen by him in such a miserable state. Besides, Li Chengjing was standing outside with dust and sand on his body, so he rushed into the delivery room, he might infect Cheng Yujin and the child.

He endured abruptly all night, the cold wind was rustling, and the eunuchs couldn't help but change the three-fork class, only Li Chengjing remained motionless. There was a banging sound outside, and fine snowflakes fell from the sky. Li Chengjing looked up at the endless sky, and it was about to dawn.

Cheng Yujin was in pain all night.

Li Chengjing called Liu Yi and said, "Go and tell the emperor that he will be alone in the early morning today."

"No." Liu Yi responded carefully. Early morning, rain or shine, don't miss it. However, the birth of the princess is obviously not an ordinary situation for the prince. After Liu Yi went out, Li Chengjing stopped another palace maid who was holding hot water and said, "Send a message to everyone inside, no matter what happens, no matter what the cost, make sure to keep the Crown Princess safe."

The palace maid was startled by Li Chengjing's eyes and stuttered.