Lin Wanwan and Li Lizhi stood up at the same time. The latter grabbed Lin Wanwan's arm, eyes filled with anxiety, and said, "Le'an, I'm entrusting my mother to you."
Lin Wanwan patted her hand and said calmly, "Don't worry, it's fine. Haven't you been accompanying Her Highness the Empress in walking and exercising every day? She will definitely give birth to your little sister safely."
"That's good, that's good." Li Lizhi let go of her hand, her brows slightly furrowed, not daring to relax.
For a woman, childbirth feels like stepping halfway into the gates of hell.
Even in modern society, there is still a probability of difficult labor leading to death, and under ancient conditions, the mortality rate is even more unspeakable.
If one is not careful and hygiene is inadequate, even if the delivery goes smoothly, one might die from postnatal infection.
