The Mid-Autumn Festival arrived quickly.
The feast was set in Ningshou Palace, and Noble Concubine Shih sent out invitations to all the palaces. No one dared not to attend. However, it was a different story for Xia Ruqing. Her belly had grown so large that walking had become difficult. Even the Noble Consort wouldn't dare to force her. Therefore, it was only natural that Xia Ruqing would not go.
That morning, upon waking, Xia Ruqing felt that something was off. Once Zi Yue lifted the quilt, the mattress was completely soaked.
"My lady!" Zi Yue panicked for a moment but quickly regained her composure. "Please don't be afraid, my lady. All the necessary items have been prepared. I will go call for help!"
She was about to leave after speaking, but Xia Ruqing swiftly grabbed her, enduring the pain, and said, "Go tell Sister Huang and the others to send Chenchen away quickly!"
Childbirth was a bloody affair. A two-year-old child should be spared from such a sight if possible.
