- In the heart of an ancient Chinese dynasty, a young emperor reigns with wisdom beyond his years but carries a heart heavy with unresolved grief. Years ago, he lost his beloved under mysterious circumstances, a loss that has since haunted him. Fate...
As I made my way through the palace grounds, I could feel the baby's movements more intensely than ever. Xianzong was busy with his father, deep in discussions about important meetings and state matters, but I couldn't sit still. The baby inside seemed to be full of energy, shifting and kicking with a strength that made it hard for me to find any comfort. Every step felt heavier, and as I tried to soothe the discomfort by gently stroking my bump, it almost felt as though they were doing somersaults inside.
I paused for a moment, leaning against the cool stone wall, taking in a deep breath to steady myself. It wasn't just the physical discomfort—it was the sense of anticipation, the growing feeling that soon, everything was going to change in the most profound way. I pushed myself forward again, determined to make it to the terrace where I knew some relief awaited.
Finally reaching the terrace, I spotted the soft, fluffy chairs with blankets already laid out, as if someone knew I'd be in need of them. Carefully, I lowered myself into one, moving slowly to avoid the sharp twinges of discomfort that seemed to accompany every shift in position. Once I was seated, I wrapped the blanket around myself and exhaled deeply, trying to find some peace amidst the constant movement inside me.
The baby shifted again, and I winced slightly, placing my hand on my bump as if to calm them. "You're quite the active one, aren't you?" I whispered softly, smiling despite the discomfort. Though the movements were overwhelming, there was something magical about feeling the life growing inside me, a constant reminder that soon, I'd be holding them in my arms.
I leaned back, letting the soft breeze from the terrace cool my skin, and closed my eyes for a moment. The palace around me was quiet, and for a brief moment, I could almost forget the discomfort as I let the peacefulness of the terrace settle over me.
As I leaned back, trying to find a position that eased the discomfort, the baby's kicks and movements grew more intense. It felt like a relentless surge from within, as if they were stretching to every corner of my body, leaving me breathless. I placed both hands on my swollen belly, trying to soothe the restless life inside, but the pressure kept building. Sweat gathered on my forehead, trickling down the side of my face. Every movement the baby made felt sharper, heavier, as though they were far larger than they should be at this stage.
