Married To The Male Lead's Father (Translation)

CHAPTER 82

Duke of Ding's Manor

In the delivery room, Jiang Ningbao lay on the bed, experiencing waves of labour pain, with contractions coming stronger and weaker in turns. Four midwives stood by, preparing essential items like hot water, scissors, clean cloths, and copper basins.

Chunxi, nervous, held the lady's hand tightly. Despite the cold weather outside, her forehead was beading with sweat in the warm room. She kept asking, "Madam, does it still hurt?"

Jiang Ningbao couldn't help but smile. With another contraction tightening her abdomen, she found Chunxi's nervousness more palpable than her own. Seeing Chunxi's pale face, she quickly reassured her, "It's fine. I can still handle it."

As someone who had never given birth before, Chunxi's anxiety was understandable. Especially since Jiang Ningbao was carrying twins, the delivery was expected to be more challenging than usual.

The contractions were just the beginning.

Jiang Ningbao could endure the pain; she had experienced worse in her past life. This level of discomfort was nothing compared to what she had endured before, and she didn't cry out in pain. The midwives were surprised, observing the Duchess endurance.

According to their experience, it was clear that the lady was enduring considerable pain.

At this moment, Mama Huang brought over a bowl of ginseng soup, offering a spoonful to Jiang Ningbao. She said with concern, "Madam, drink some ginseng soup quickly. Labor consumes a lot of physical strength and energy, so you need to drink plenty of ginseng soup."

Jiang Ningbao forced a smile, nodded, and drank the soup sip by sip.

"There's more ginseng soup simmering. When your strength and energy start to wane, you can have more later. Madam, save your strength for now," Mama Huang said, withdrawing the spoon and giving an earnest reminder.

Jiang Ningbao responded, "Yes, I know."

Just then, another contraction began, coming in waves, but the amniotic sac hadn't ruptured yet, so labor had not fully commenced. The midwives continued to help with abdominal massages.

Outside the delivery room, Old Madam Xie supported by a maid waited anxiously. All the servants in the Duke's manor were focused on Jiang Ningbao's labor.

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News of the labor had spread, and everyone's attention was on the Duke's manor. Since Jiang Ningbao was expecting twins, no one knew whether they would be boys or girls until they were born.

Yang Shuqing, not focusing on Princess Qin that day, went to the small Buddhist hall specially set up for her by Prince Qin. She burned incense, knelt before the Buddha, and silently prayed for Jiang Ningbao to give birth to twin daughters.

"She must have daughters, daughters..."

In the small Buddhist hall, Yang Shuqing's murmured prayers continued.

"No, no, that's wrong. It should be one corpse and three lives. In the end, Jiang Ningbao won't survive, and she and her children will die," Yang Shuqing suddenly thought of something and prayed again.

"May the Buddha bless and ensure that Jiang Ningbao, this malicious woman, gets her comeuppance!"

At the entrance of the small Buddhist hall, Qian Rong and Qian Xin exchanged glances. Although they did not know exactly what the young lady was doing in the hall, it was clear it wasn't anything good.

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In the main courtyard, Princess Qin, stroking her flat abdomen, listened to the report from her trusted maid and sneered, "Does Yang really think the Prince's residence is her domain? She openly curses the Duchess in the small Buddhist hall."