March 207 BC

When I was a child, I heard the old grandmother in the palace say that a woman's pregnancy is a painful and happy thing.

Yu Ji learned that she was pregnant in June last year, and now it is March of another year, and the time of ten months has arrived, and she is about to give birth.

Since there was no midwife in the army, I had to accompany Yu Ji to separate from the army in a secluded countryside. Xiang Yu and Changxi's faces were not very good-looking on the day of separation. Xiang Yu was worried about his wife and son. Changxi was dissatisfied with why even I had to stay with me. Of course, it was my own will to stay with Yu Ji. She called me my sister, and I naturally wanted to be by her sister's side when I needed to take care of me the most.

Today is the third day after separation, and there is still no movement on Yu Ji's side, so I and the midwife are in the courtyard to choose vegetables and prepare lunch.

The midwife's surname is Qian, she is an old woman in her fifties, a native of Wei, her husband died in the war under the iron hooves of the Qin army, only one son is still alive, and now she is working as a blacksmith in another village.

"Girl, I see that you and the lady are very good-looking, you are not ordinary people." Qian Po asked me, "And listen to your accent...... It shouldn't be from Qin."

I paused in my hand to choose the vegetables, smiled at her, and said, "We are indeed not from the Qin State....... I...... He can also be regarded as a native of Wei."

"Oh, you're also from Wei." Qian Po looked surprised and said, "Are you from Wei?

"Actually, only half of me am from Wei, my father is from Wei, my mother is Korean, and I grew up in Xianyang City......

"I see." Mrs. Qian said clearly: "Then it's no wonder."

The main house is connected to the kitchen, and I was busy in the kitchen with Mrs. Qian, and suddenly I heard a scream from the main house.

"It's my sister." I threw down the shovel in my hand and rushed out of the kitchen, pushed open the door and asked anxiously, "Sister Yu, what's wrong?"

"I'm going to give birth." Qian Po looked at Yu Ji, who was lying on the edge of the table with her stomach in her arms, sweating profusely, and said in a panic: "Snow girl, you go to the kitchen to boil water.

"I'm going to give birth," I was startled, and I stood in the courtyard for a while, and then I went into the kitchen and stuffed firewood into the stove, and kept saying, "Boil water, boil water, boil water, ......."

I have never seen a woman give birth to a child, but I have heard that a woman giving birth to a child is actually only separated from the Lord of Yama. As long as one is not careful, let alone a child, even adults will die. However, although I have never seen it, I have heard a lot of news about the death of a concubine in Xianyang Palace every year.

There was a heart-rending wail from the room, and my hand holding the branch clenched, and even beads of sweat broke out.

"Snow Maiden." Mrs. Qian shouted to me, "When the water is boiled, bring it quickly."

"Oh...... Okay." I hurriedly threw down the branch in my hand, and hurriedly added water to the basin with a scoop, not even caring that the back of my hand was burned red.

"The water is coming." I rushed into the room with a basin and nervously asked, "How is my sister?"

"No, it hasn't come out yet." A layer of sweat stretched out from Qian Po's forehead, she grabbed Yu Ji's hand, and encouraged: "Force, madam, hurry up."

I've never seen Yu Ji like this.The muscles are bursting out.The sweat is raining.The hands are clutching the sheets at the side.The pain is heartbreaking.

"What should I do......" I was so anxious that I wanted to cry, and I cried in her ear: "Good sister, just endure it, just endure it, you must hold ......."

"Snow Maiden, go and change the water." Qian Po pointed to the wooden basin that had become blood-red and said anxiously, "Hurry up."

"Blood ......" I looked at the red in the basin, and my legs and feet instantly softened: "There is a lot of blood ......"

"It's nothing, women bleed when they give birth, go change the water."

"Yes......" I ran back to the kitchen with a disordered pace holding the basin, numbly pouring water and changing the water.

"Wow"

A cry resounded through the sky, I shook my hand holding the hot water, a basin of hot water splashed on the ground, splashed on my feet, trouser legs, I stood in the yard in a daze, and murmured, "I gave birth to ......."

"Snow Maiden." Mrs. Qian shouted with joy: "Mother and son are safe, it's a boy."

"Peace ......" I covered my mouth and cried with joy: "Peace is good......

Yu Ji finally returned to her newborn child and her beloved husband.

Qian Po went back to the kitchen to boil hot water, and I sat down on the edge of Yu Ji's bed. Her hair was all drenched with sweat, and a few strands were still sticking to her face.

"It's small." She laughed, and her voice floated, "The thought that this little body could become like his father in the future makes me feel that life is full of hope."

"That's nice." I can't stop crying." Both of you are fine...... It's so nice......"

"Don't cry......" she reached out to touch my face, smiling helplessly, "I really don't know who the child is."

Later, Yu Ji once told me that when this child was born, she felt as if a warm light shot into her heart, this light made her happy, and she couldn't help but look forward to the child's hopeful future, she felt very happy, the infinite possibilities that emanated from that little body, the power of life that broke through the ground, and moved her to tears, because it was the testimony of her and Xiang Yu's life.

That night, for the first time, I dreamed of my mother, whom I had never met, standing in the morning light with her back on her back, surrounded by the catkins of spring.

"What a beautiful catkins, like snow...... she stretched out her hand to stroke her bulging belly, and said softly, "I'll call you Cher, the snowflakes that fly in the spring, never melt, just like your future and life."

Also on this night, my tears wet my pillow, and I surrounded myself with the incomparable warmth of my heart, as if I were still in my mother's womb.