Lin Youning cradled her belly with her hand. Although the pain in her abdomen was intensifying, she was sweating on her forehead, yet she still managed to hold back any cries.
"If it hurts, just cry out. Don't worry about what the midwives say about saving your strength for later," Gu Yifeng said, looking distressed and anxious, unable to help.
Lin Youning smiled with pursed lips, "Big Brother, please help me to the birthing room. I'm fine. What woman doesn't go through this? Besides, if others can do it, so can I. It's just a little earlier than expected."
Gu Yifeng wouldn't let her walk, so he gently picked her up and carried her outside. The West Wing had been prepared as the birthing room beforehand, and as soon as the news was shared, the courtyard was as bright as daylight with lights. Gu Yifeng walked through the corridor in the snow to the West Wing, where Shanmoi was already there, holding the curtain open and directing the young maidens.
