Chapter 265:
The pain had made Xie Wanning’s voice change tone, no longer its original light and graceful lilt, but somewhat sharp.
Even though she had suffered quite a few grievances in her past life, she truly had never experienced such pain, so Lu Ziyan naturally had never heard his Wanwan cry out in such heart-wrenching agony; thus, at this moment, he merely frowned tightly and did not recognize the familiarity in that voice.
He did not know who the person crying out in pain inside was, but it was Xie Yanyu.
Hearing his dear younger sister’s shouts, yet unable to rush in directly to check the situation because of the people around him, he was already anxious.
Seeing the culprit who caused his younger sister to endure the pain of giving birth leaning casually against a tree trunk, completely oblivious, with an unhurried demeanor, a surge of resentment welled up even more.
“Your Highness truly has a lot of leisure time,” he mocked coldly: “I wonder when you developed this habit, to specially come to this official’s inner courtyard for female family members to listen to your own Madam giving birth.”
Hearing this, Lu Ziyan fell silent.
Ming Feng and Ming Jian following behind him also fell silent.
They too were puzzled; not only had their master changed his expression upon hearing that Ji Chengfeng was the Prefect of Bianzhou, he had even detoured specifically to Bianzhou for this reason.
All that aside, why was he now interested in someone else’s wife giving birth?
Ever since news of Xie Wanning falling into the lake reached the Capital City, the Xie Family naturally harbored deep hatred toward Lu Ziyan.
Such a tone from Xie Yanyu was perfectly normal.
But after a few breaths of silence, Lu Ziyan turned his head and glanced at him, “Did I tell you to follow me?”
On a sudden whim, he wanted to take a look at the courtyard where that short-lived ghost’s rear courtyard female family members were giving birth; if they were sycophants, they would naturally follow closely behind.
But the Xie Family hated him deeply; aside from formal occasions where they were forced by the distinction between ruler and subject to bow in greeting, at other times, they wished to avoid him like the plague and never cross paths again.
—So, why was Xie Yanyu not tending to his own affairs but following him instead?
“You brothers have quite the affection?” Lu Ziyan pondered for a few breaths, then sneered: “Or does that woman giving birth inside have some past love with you?”
“Your Highness, mind your words!” Xie Yanyu’s expression changed, “If Your Highness can come, then Chengqian is my cousin born of my own maternal aunt, why can’t I come?”
It made sense.
Lu Ziyan nodded slowly and deliberately.
In just a few words’ time, Ji Chengfeng, having heard the commotion, had already come out from the main hall.
“Your Highness,” he pursed his lips and said: “Was it improper arrangements by the steward?”
Lu Ziyan ignored these pointed words.
Instead, he lifted his chin and said: “She’s crying out quite fiercely inside; is there some danger?”
After saying this, he himself was stunned.
For a woman he had never met, he actually felt concern.
Not to mention Ming Feng and Ming Jian behind him, who were practically slack-jawed in shock.
Ji Chengfeng, however, remained composed.
He said: “Thank you for Your Highness’s concern; my wife has only just gone into labor. The midwife said the fetal position is normal with no danger; it’s just that first births for women are always difficult, and it can take two days and nights, which is common.”
As he spoke, he lightly raised his arm and said: “The delivery room is unclean; please, Your Highness, move to the guest courtyard to rest.”
With his own wife giving birth, a group of unrelated men standing in the courtyard listening to her cries—what kind of nonsense was that?
It felt offensive just hearing about it.
Thus, Ji Chengfeng’s request was truly understandable.
Anyone else would sensibly leave.
But Lu Ziyan found his feet rooted to the spot, not wanting to leave in the slightest.
Even listening to the woman’s cries of pain from inside, his heart ached as if being torn, fiercely tugged.
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