Épouse de remplacement Phoenix, L'impératrice démoniaque choyée du tyran - Chapitre 561

Liu Rushuang knew that labor pains were normal, but this was much more violent than the faint aching she felt in the afternoon. She could not help wanting to scream right then, but clenched her teeth regardless of the agony as if someone was chopping her with an axe.

When she vaguely heard Han Moze’s voice, she tearfully turned and said weakly, “Sortir, Ze! Ne t'inquiète pas! je peux le faire!”

Han Moze looked at her eyes which were welling with tears, and understood that Liu Rushuang didn’t want him there. Furrowing his sharp brows, he took a deep breath and kissed her bright red lips until she was panting, et murmura à son oreille, “Shuang'er, remember that I love you forever.”

Avec ces mots, the red mist in his eyes was gone. Debout, he clenched his knuckles and teeth before turning to strode off.

À la porte, he ran into a handful of handmaidens and the midwife.

“Your Majesty—”

“At ease! Help your empress with her birth, and tell me immediately if there are any problems! Your heads will roll if anything happens to her!”

“Oui, Votre Majesté!”

The midwife and the handmaidens cried panickily, and quickly went off to help her delivery.

Toujours, the midwife felt a little flustered when she saw that Liu Rushuang was sweating buckets. Inhaling sharply and praying under her breath, she walked up and asked, “Votre Majesté, when did the pain start?”

Liu Rushuang frowned, thought about it and answered, “It hurts a little since this morning, and it became more serious in the afternoon… I can’t stand it after having tea just now, in the evening.”

The midwife took a deep breath and nodded. The empress’s delivery was much more important than her own, and she needed to compose herself!

She quickly undid Liu Rushuang’s sash and inner trousers, but noticed that the empress’s water had not broken.

“Votre Majesté, I will press you on several spots. The pain would get worse after I do so—you must hold on!”

“D'accord.” Liu Rushuang replied, quietly shedding tears of sympathy for herself—was the pain even bearable right now?!

Peu importe, she would fight for the sake of the children! She would deliver the twins no matter how painful it became!

The midwife massaged all over Liu Rushuang’s sensitive spots, and the pain worsened just as expected. Liu Rushuang finally shed tears, but still refused to screamed out loud.

Outside the Dark Moon Palace, the crowd was panicking since they could not hear what was going on inside.

Han Moze stood stiffly while facing the door with a scowl. His expression was inscrutable, but those slightly red eyes said it all.

‘I’ll definitely make it up to you later, Shuang’er.’

Argh—

A l'intérieur de la chambre, Liu Rushuang finally cried out in pain. It was not loud, but everyone felt as if their hearts had leaped up to their throat.

She could also feel a gush at her lower body as warm fluids flowed out.

Her water finally broke!

Toujours, she was falling apart in utter agony.

She thought then that she could kill herself if it hurt this much in torture, but there was no other way since this was childbirth.

Eventually and after who-knows-how-long, Liu Rushuang finally felt her pain eased. The midwife stopped massaging at that and said, “Votre Majesté, C'est l'heure! Allez! Deep breaths!”

“Pousser!”

Liu Rushuang did as she was told, and the routine repeated for a long while. She felt every bit of her energy drained dry and that she was drifting out of consciousness, but the child was yet to be born!

En tant que tel, she had to keep pushing, and finally felt one of the twins’ heads poking out.

Ravi, the midwife yelled, “Plus fort, Votre Majesté! The children are coming!”