It's late autumn, the leaves are flying, the autumn wind is bleak, and the autumn water is rippling.

Qian Zihuan sat in the pavilion with a big belly, only a thin cloak was draped on her body, her face faded from immaturity, a little more charm, and there was a hint of coquettishness and tiredness between her eyebrows and eyes.

A gust of wind blew, her thin body trembled violently, and her hand subconsciously pulled the cloak a little.

"Princess, princess!" Yi'er ran anxiously, her eyes full of fear.

She just went to a thatched house, and the princess came outside, the weather was getting colder and colder, and she was dressed so thinly, she couldn't afford to get the wind chill accidentally!

Qian Zihuan turned her head, looked at Yi'er, who was tired and panting, and smiled helplessly, "Yi'er, I'm not a child, I won't get lost." ”

Yi'er stepped forward, "Princess, the child is about to be born, the weather is getting cooler and colder, you are still running around in such thin clothes, if you let the prince know, the slave and maid will inevitably be beaten!" ”

Hearing the word Wang Ye, Qian Zihuan lowered her head lonely, her eyes drooped slightly, and the corners of her mouth raised bitterly.

Will the prince worry about her? Since getting married, he has been very cold to her, and has been fighting on the side, although there is occasionally a letter from home, but he only asks her if the child in her womb is safe, if her child is gone, will he divorce her mercilessly?!

Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Yi'er immediately closed her mouth and buried her head low, "The slave deserves to die, please punish the princess!" ”

Qian Zihuan sighed and said lightly: "Yi'er, help me go back to the room, the weather is a little cold!" After saying that, he deliberately pulled his cloak.

Seeing her like this, Yi'er knew that she would not punish herself, so she laughed and stepped forward to help Qian Zihuan.

Walking in the corridor, Qian Zihuan's abdomen suddenly cramped, her face turned pale, she covered her lower abdomen uncomfortably, and leaned on Yi'er, "Yi'er, hurry, go find someone, I'......m about to give birth" At this moment, Qian Zihuan's whole little face was already covered with cold sweat.

Yi'er helped Qian Zihuan to sit down next to her, and hurriedly went everywhere to find someone, and by the time she found someone, Qian Zihuan had already fainted in pain and fell to the ground.

In the Chenghuan Pavilion, there was a rush for a while, the midwife guided Qian Zihuan, and several maids in the house cleaned the veils back and forth.

Outside the house was also full of people, and all the domestic servants were present, but the father of the child was still far away.

Chenghuan Pavilion was specially given to Qian Zihuan by Luo Liyuan, and the two of them were supposed to live together, but Luo Liyuan said that it was to protect the child in Qian Zihuan's womb from harm and be born safely, everyone knew that in fact, this was just an excuse for Luo Liyuan not to share a bed with her.

Qian Zihuan's shouts made everyone tremble, the doctor was already waiting outside the door, if the princess had a difficult birth, he would immediately rush in to stop the bleeding.

Finally, a cry sounded, Qian Zihuan completely fainted, and there was a burst of excitement inside and outside the house, this is the first child in the palace! And, it's a boy! The prince has a queen, how can he not be happy?!

The midwife hugged the child who was covered in blood, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, "The child was born smoothly, the princess fainted, you can take care of the princess." After that, he took the child and washed it.