At the insistence of Prince of Jin and others, the young emperor agreed to send an investigation team composed of the Censor-in-Chief, officials from the Ministry of Justice, and soldiers escorting the grain to verify along the way.
The leader of the investigation team was the Prince of Changshan, and the leader of the grain escort was the Prince of Runan.
The Prince of Changshan is from the Jin Prince faction, while the Prince of Runan is a fence-sitter.
On the afternoon of the day they were leaving, Song Yirou, who insisted on going out to see a play, slipped and fell when she reached the second door, resulting in premature birth.
Being sent to the hastily arranged delivery room, Song Yirou screamed, "It hurts so much, I don't want to give birth anymore, I don't want to give birth anymore."
But can you just decide not to have a child
This is nonsense due to pain.
Although Song Yirou gave birth suddenly, Mrs. Song II had already found a midwife for her. As soon as she gave birth, two midwives were brought into the house.
Mrs. Song also arranged for two trusted maids to take care of her in the delivery room.
The younger midwife advised her, "Madam, childbirth is always painful. Please bear with it and stop shouting. If you get tired of shouting, you won't have the strength to give birth."
Song Yirou was not a person who listened to advice, not to mention that she was in great pain now, so she shouted even louder, "It hurts, why does it hurt so much? Don't press my stomach, it hurts so much."
"I'm helping you with the delivery," the young midwife explained.
"Then why does it hurt so much? Do you know how to do it?" Song Yirou yelled.
"Let me do it. Your technique is too heavy. The young lady can't bear it." The older midwife pulled the younger one.
The young midwife stepped back, and the older midwife stepped forward, placing her hands on Song Yirou's belly, rubbing and pressing gently.
Her technique was indeed better than that of the young midwife, but Song Yirou still screamed in pain.
"Young lady, you have suffered so much." One of the maids wiped her sweat with a handkerchief.
The young midwife lifted a corner of the quilt, took a look, and said, "Sister Qu, the cervix has not yet fully opened, and the baby can't come out. What should I do?"
"Don't panic." The older midwife glared at her and said, "Madam, you heard it. Save your strength and stop shouting. There's still time to grind."
Song Yirou ignored him and continued to scream in pain until she was hoarse.
Her shouting made Mrs. Song, who was waiting outside, feel distressed and panicked, "Rou'er, my Rou'er."
Clean hot water was brought in basins one by one, and fishy-smelling bloody water was brought out basins one by one.
Mrs. Song II twisted her hands together, "Why hasn't the baby been born yet?"
After shouting for an hour, Song Yirou's voice had become hoarse, but her cervix had not yet fully opened.
The young midwife said anxiously, "Sister Qu, it's been such a long time, and the cervix hasn't opened yet. The amniotic fluid is about to run out."
"Why rush? It's common for a baby to take several days and nights to give birth. It's only been a short time." The elderly midwife said calmly.
After hearing her say this, the young midwife's expression relaxed.
While Song Yirou was giving birth in agony, in Prince Yu's mansion, Zhao Xifang was in a good mood and rewarded Fang Youting with a piece of satin with a new pattern, saying, "Madam Fang has worked hard to give birth to the prince's heir."
Seeing the ginger-colored satin, Fang Youting sneered, "I wonder where our good princess found such fine satin?"
At her age, it was too old-fashioned to wear clothes of this color. Zhao Xifang was trying to annoy her by giving her this color of satin.
No matter how dissatisfied she was with Zhao Xifang, Fang Youting had to endure it and go to the main courtyard to thank her.
"The palace has already distributed fabrics to me, and the princess also gave me fabrics from her private storehouse as a reward. I am flattered. But my belly is getting bigger, and I can't wear any good fabrics."
Zhao Xifang looked at her bulging belly with hatred in her eyes, but she said, "There are too many materials, and I can't wear them all. If they are kept for a long time, the color will become ugly."
He took a sip of tea from the cup and said, "It's better to wear it than to waste it at the bottom of the box, right?"
"What the princess said makes sense." Fang Youting replied.
"The princess has a keen eye." Fang Youting praised openly and mocked secretly.
Zhao Xifang snorted coldly. Of course she could hear Fang Youting mocking her, but she was in a good mood today and didn't bother with her.
"If you don't like the skills of the embroiderer in your house, then ask the ladies in the embroidery workshop outside to do it for you." Zhao Xifang set a trap for Fang Youting.
"Thank you for your grace, Princess. I am deeply ashamed to accept it." Fang Youting said with little effort.
After the wife and concubine exchanged words, Zhao Xifang lost interest and said, "Go back and take good care of her."
Fang Youting stood up and bent her knees slightly, "I'll take my leave."
After she left, Zhao Xifang called the maid in, "Did Song Yirou give birth?"
“The Song family hasn’t hung anything yet.”
Zhao Xifang snorted coldly, "Song Yirou is pregnant with a bastard. Even if she gives birth, the Song family won't be able to put up anything. I'll be watching from the corner gate to see if the Song family sends a midwife out."
"Someone is watching at the corner gate, and hasn't come back to report the news yet. I guess the baby hasn't been born yet."
Song Yirou indeed had not given birth to the baby yet. She screamed and yelled until she had no strength left and her voice became hoarse, so she could only hum.
The worried Mrs. Song was asking why the child had not been born after such a long time
Then I heard the panicked voice of the midwife inside, "Oh no, it's a lotus stepping on one foot."
"What should we do? What should we do?" one of the trusted maids asked anxiously.
Babies born naturally are in the head position. The lotus position means that one foot of the baby has come out of the cervix. This is the foot position.
"Don't panic, I'll stuff the baby's feet in and try to turn the baby over in your belly."
The midwife struggled a lot in the delivery room, but the baby in her belly was unable to turn into the head position.
"Mrs. Qu, it's bad. There's a lot of blood."
"Don't panic, don't panic, let me take a look."
The delivery room was in chaos. In the confusion, the young midwife saw that the baby's head had come out, but Mrs. Qu stuffed the child back into the woman's belly.
The young midwife looked at Mrs. Qu in disbelief, but Mrs. Qu kept using her skills to prevent the baby from coming out.
Song Yirou had been in pain for too long and wailed for so long that she was completely drowsy and unaware that Mrs. Qu was playing tricks on her.
"No more children, no more children, I won't have any more children." Song Yirou's breath was weak, and her lips opened and closed, making a sound as soft as a mosquito. People around her couldn't hear it at all.
Of course I heard it, but it’s useless because the child must be born.
Another hour passed, the sky gradually darkened, and dusk fell.
It was not until the next day that Jiang Changning learned that Song Yirou had died of childbirth complications, leaving two people dead.
Xiaochun didn't intend to tell her the bad news because she was pregnant and she was afraid of scaring her.
But Jiang Changning kept asking, so Xiaochun had to tell him.
"It's the son's birthday and the mother's hard day. The son is born and the mother is dying." Jiang Changning sighed a few words and asked someone to prepare gifts. When the Song family hung the white banner, he would send them to the family.
Song Yirou's death in this way was beyond Jiang Changning's expectations, but within Zhao Xifang's expectations.
(End of this chapter)