Chapter 267:
Those ridiculous guesses, when carefully sorted out, seemed increasingly believable.
However, even if it were true, it had nothing to do with him.
He was not interested in others’ private affairs.
Lu Ziyan leaned halfway against the chair back, rubbed his sore and swollen brow, and suddenly asked, “What day is it today?”
Ming Jian was stunned and said, “…Ninth Day of the Eighth Month.”
Ninth Day of the Eighth Month…
His Wanwan had left him nine months ago.
Lu Ziyan reached up to cover his eyebrows and eyes, veins prominent on the back of his hand.
“Get out.”
Over the past half year, Ming Jian had long grown accustomed to his master’s unpredictable moods, and upon hearing this, he quickly left.
The door slowly closed, shutting the proud man who would rather break than bend inside.
No one could glimpse his pain and despair, his embarrassment and downfall.
…………
The next day, at dawn.
In the hall where the lights had burned all night, stubble had sprouted on the jaws of the three men.
Hearing the increasingly weak cries from inside, until they gradually faded away, all of them had pale faces.
When a little maidservant came out carrying a basin of bloody water, Pei Yuqing could no longer hold back and stopped her to ask, “Why isn’t she crying out anymore?”
The little maidservant jumped in fright and hurriedly said, “Madam has no strength left right now. She just drank some ginseng soup. The midwife said it’s only the last push away, and she needs to save her strength for later.”
Upon hearing this, Pei Yuqing’s pale face looked a bit better.
He stepped aside and told the maidservant to leave.
Xie Yanyu, pacing anxiously nearby, thought giving birth was surprisingly difficult.
And this was with the doctor and midwife always saying the fetal position was correct, with no risk.
It was all that mad bandit’s fault!
Speak of the devil and he shall appear—footsteps sounded in the courtyard.
The steward guarding the courtyard entrance ran in, “My lord, Your Highness has arrived.”
The three of them were all startled.
The sky was just turning fish-belly white—what was this plague god doing here?
Unlike yesterday when he had entered the courtyard directly, this time they still had time. Pei Yuqing immediately left the hall and hid in the side room nearby.
No sooner had he dodged away than Lu Ziyan’s figure appeared at the courtyard entrance.
No matter how annoyed they felt inside, Ji Chengfeng and Xie Yanyu still had to go out to greet him.
The dew was heavy outside, somewhat damp. This time, Lu Ziyan went directly into the inner hall.
In the delivery room just one door away, Xie Wanning was giving birth.
To avoid distracting her, no one told her the news of Lu Ziyan’s arrival.
So, she did not know about it.
As soon as Lu Ziyan entered, with his keen sense of smell, even separated by the door and thick curtain, he still caught the strong bloody smell.
He frowned, and Ji Chengfeng immediately said, “The delivery room is unclean. Please avoid it, Your Highness.”
“No matter,” Lu Ziyan said, “I returned to the capital today and came to let you know.”
“…”
How rare—did returning to the capital require the crown prince to call on them early in the morning just to inform them?
Unable to fathom his thoughts, Ji Chengfeng kept his expression unchanged, “This official respectfully sees off Your Highness.”
Lu Ziyan gave a faint hum, his gaze falling on the delivery room door, “She’s been in labor all night?”
……Nonsense!
Ji Chengfeng said, “Yes.”
Lu Ziyan nodded noncommittally, his gaze shifting to Xie Yanyu nearby. He tsked lightly and said, “Who exactly is the woman inside to have you so deeply concerned?”
After staying up all night, Xie Yanyu was unshaven and haggard, truly wasting his good looks.
Xie Yanyu, worried about his younger sister inside and on tenterhooks all night, had no patience to deal with him at the moment. He casually brushed it off, “Who she is doesn’t matter. In any case, Your Highness doesn’t know her.”
