[曦澄 | XiCheng]: The Fear Of Falling In Love [~PART 2~]

[192.] Blood and hot water. [TW]

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Trigger Warning

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Source:   https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chinese_titles#Women 



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The midwife arrived within the hour, hurrying as much as possible  –  the baby of the Lan Clan had been expected for some time now, and she was prepared to give her best. 

When she got dragged to the threshold of the master bedroom (Zewu-Jun's housekeeper was far too nervous to observe any typical decorum today and was dragging the poor woman forcefully at full speed, running and rushing forward), she was welcomed by an astonishing scene: Zewu-Jun was being held back by four Lan Clan members, and two servant girls were standing in front of the door, blocking the way, and frowning.

- What... What is going on here?  –  she gasped, breathless after the urgent marathon she had been forced to take.

- LET ME IN!!! I MUST BE THERE WITH HIM!!!

Lan Xichen seemed so angry that he looked rabid.  

The maids tried to explain to him that he could not possibly get inside, it was not the habit, it was not allowed. No one but the midwife and the doctor were to go in. He was yelling, gladly sending them all  to  Hell,  promising them punishments that they would never forget, trying to get rid of the annoying hands, holding him back. Jiang Wanyin was screaming inside, and his heart was going to burst.

The servants were all too happy to see the midwife finally arriving, thankful too that Zewu-Jun was far too distressed to even think about using his magic to  kill them all   in a heartbeat.

- Nǚshì,  please, tell Zewu-Jun! Tell him he cannot go in!  –  they begged.

A smart woman, she grasped the situation too quickly, and laughed a little, now bowing to Lan Xichen, and waving a hand at the disciples to let go of him. They did, hesitantly, perhaps slightly terrified of the promised punishments indeed.

Lan Xichen shuddered, finally free, but looked down at the small woman with contempt  –  was this really  the best   his husband was to receive? 

She bowed again, and said merrily:

- Esteemed Zewu-Jun, please!  You are not the first worried husband who wants to stay with his wife while she is having her hard times. But we cannot have too many people inside now, can we? Can you imagine what fuss it will be, if we let absolutely everyone in? The Mistress needs her peace and concentration too, if she is to deliver a healthy son to you, Master. I am sure all will be fine!

He frowned, furious.

- Mistress?  What the Hell are you even talking about, woman?!?

It was now her turn to frown; she could not understand  -  it all was a bit too extreme, this behavior, and also  –  what did the Master's last words mean?

She turned and opened the doors to the Hánshì  wide, now gaping, stunned. 

Zewu-Jun rushed momentarily to the entrance, almost sobbing.