The Great Han gave birth to eight sons

  "Yi er," Liu Bang was taken aback for a moment.

  Madam Qi raised her head, smiled brightly, and revealed two small dimples. The lamplight shone on her face, casting a shadow under her eyelashes. She looked both charming and alluring. "I don't want to get involved in any political affairs," she said. "I just pity Princess Chang. Let's put ourselves in her shoes and try to make things convenient for her."

  If Zhang Yan is pleading for mercy today, it's all for Lü Yu, and even if she dies, she won't budge an inch. Even if Your Majesty agrees, she'll still try to turn things around with her clever mind.

  But Zhang Yan was for Lu Yuan.

  Although she had been at odds with Lv Lian for half her life, she didn't particularly dislike the gentle and almost weak personality of the elder princess. In fact, originally, if it were up to her wishes, she would have just sat on one side drinking a few cups of wine and watching a play, but Zhang Yan had said something that moved her heart.

  She glanced at the man beside her.

  He was the emperor of the great Han, supreme and invincible, with a majestic aura. At the same time, he had become an old man, his hair and beard were flecked with white, and wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

  If one day I fall ill and am in pain, I will also hope he is by my side.

  Irrelevant of love, he is already the person who has accompanied me the most in life.

  Thinking of this, she recalled the scene of Ruyuan crying and screaming in pain at the critical moment of production in the Pei Fang Palace, and her heart felt a little bit sore. Being able to loudly call out the name of one's loved one while in pain is not a happiness that everyone has the qualifications for. Just like herself, if one day she loses her beauty and falls ill, calling out the Emperor's name, would the Emperor come to see her?

  "Is it okay?" She looked up at Liu Bang, as if asking whether he was willing to let Zhang Ao go with Lu Yuan now, and also as if she was asking whether he would be willing to come see her in the future.

  Madam Qi's frowning expression was both delicate and beautiful. The land of beauties is the burial mound of heroes, and even a hero like Liu Bang cannot resist. He sighed, and summoned Wei Ji Zhao Cheng: "Hold my token, go to the Tingwei and bring out Zhao Wang Zhang Yi, escort him to the Pepper Chamber."

  Zhang Yan was overjoyed and knocked her head on the ground in gratitude, saying "Thank you, Emperor."

  Liu Bang hummed and turned sideways to kiss Zhi Yi's cheek, smiling and saying, "If you want to thank me, then thank my wife."

  Qī Yì was greatly embarrassed and scolded, "Not serious at all. Doesn't even know how to restrain oneself in front of children."

  Zhang Yan carefully wiped her face clean, stood up and gave Qi Yi a slight bow, "A Yan thanks the lady on behalf of her mother."

  Madam Qi gave her a sideways glance and said listlessly, "Go ahead. I just wanted you to know that I'm not someone who only knows how to make things difficult for people."

  When I came out of the Temple of the Immortals, the sunlight had gradually slanted downwards, hanging on the distant side of the hall, and like yesterday, it showed a thin bright red.

  Exhausting all her strength, Zhang Yan stood for a while before slowly walking back to the Pepper Chamber.

  As she passed by the wine pool, she pulled out a handkerchief, wet it in the pool, and gently wiped her face. Looking at the stained sleeves, she couldn't help but laugh at herself. This supposedly hundred-plus-yuan dress was ruined by her, and she really couldn't wear nice clothes.

  When they returned to the Pepper Chamber, the sky was already slightly dark, and the wind lamps under the corridor were lit one by one, forming a passage. Zhang Ao had not yet arrived, but Lu Yuan's cries in the hall gradually weakened.

  She has been exhausted by the production of these several hours.

  "How could this be?" Outside the palace, Lü Zhi flew into a rage and said, "Hasn't she already given birth to one child?"

  "The princess was in a difficult labor that time," Tu Tu said softly with red eyes, "it was almost a case of mother and daughter both dying. At that time, the empress was not in Handan, and later, Princess Chang was afraid you would worry, so she didn't let anyone tell you. Moreover, since Princess Chang became pregnant this time, she has been busy and worried all along, and..."

  Lü Zhi let out a sigh, and her eyes also became moist.

  "Bring me my mourning attire - I will go beg for an audience with Your Majesty." Lü Zhi turned around and said resolutely.

  "It's all right," Zhang Yan stood in front of her, slightly raising her head and forcing a smile, "I've already gone to ask the Emperor, he promised to let Father come see Mother, he should be arriving at the Pepper Chamber soon."

  The imperial physicians, midwives and maids all let out a sigh of relief. If Prince Zhao rushed over, Princess Ruyuan should be able to perk up her spirits. In childbirth, the morale and spirit of the parturient woman are very important; if she has the will to live, everything will go much more smoothly.

  "Ayuan just asked where Father Emperor was, was it to go find Father Emperor to plead for mercy for your father?" Liu Ying, dressed in white, stood under the corridor outside the hall, and asked softly.

  Behind him was a lamp that had just been lit, the candlelight flickering and casting a bright streak on his profile, half of his face bright and half dark. Outside, daylight had not completely faded away, and the distinction between light and darkness was somewhat blurred.

  "Uh-huh." Zhang Yan nodded and walked to Liu Ying's front, lowering her head. "A Yan saw that Mother was in a lot of pain, so she thought of this way to make her happy. She offended Uncle, but Uncle shouldn't be angry with A Yan, okay?"

  Lv Wei's stern face couldn't help but reveal a faint smile, and she reached out to pat Zhang Yan's head. "Foolish girl," she scolded, "although it was very reckless, your mother knows the thought behind it."

  The bed curtains hang low, Lu Yuan's forehead is covered in sweat.

  "Princess, princess," Tu Tu called out repeatedly in front of her bed.

  "The king is about to arrive." She said softly.

  Lu Yuan slowly opened her eyes, and after a great deal of effort, she finally made out the appearance of the person in front of her. "Tú Tú, you don't have to deceive me anymore," she said weakly. "ào Gē is being held by the Emperor in the Ting Wei Fu, how could he possibly come here?"

  "It's true." Tu Tu fell to tears, "This is the grace that Xiao Weng's master ran to the emperor's face for his mother. Princess, Weng's master is just outside, you don't think of others, can you bear to let her lose her mother and spend her whole life under the shadow of killing her mother and younger siblings?"

  Lu Yuan's eyes faintly lit up, and he forced himself to prop up his energy, but it collapsed again.

  "Princess." Tu Tu's tears fell like rain.

  "Ah Tu, don't cry." Lu Yuan said intermittently, "I didn't want it to be like this either."

  "Tell Ah Yan that Mother doesn't blame her... not one bit. Mother," she gasped for breath, almost fainting.

  "Princess." Tu Tu's voice trembled with a loud cry, his heart burning with anxiety.

  "Mother," Zhang Yan heard the crying in the hall, let out a sharp cry and rushed towards it. Lü Yu held her back tightly from behind, his long fingernails digging into her skin.

  "Mother... I love her so much." Lu Yuan struggled to finish his sentence and closed his tired eyes.

  If this world is really so exhausting, I would rather sleep forever and never wake up.

  The entire hall of the Pepper Chamber was filled with loud wailing. Amidst this cacophony, the sharp voice of the palace attendant stood out as particularly jarring: "By order of His Majesty, Zhao King Zhang Yi is summoned to pay his respects to Grand Princess Ru Yuan. This is a great honor bestowed from above; why do you not kneel and express your gratitude?"

  Zhao Wang Zhang Jiong's figure emerged from behind the inner attendant, as if still carrying the wind and sand of the wilderness.

  "Brother-in-law," Liu Ying took a step forward, pushing him into the bedroom, "Don't say anything else, go take a look at your sister quickly." He said with red eyes.

  "According to the rules, men are not allowed into the women's delivery room." The midwife said loudly.

  With a loud "slap", Lü Yu's palm hit her face, crisp and cold: "The princess is almost dead, are you still concerned about etiquette?" she said in a chilly tone.

  The girl's face turned pale with fright and she didn't dare say another word.

  "You still don't go in and attend to her." Lü Zhi said in extreme anger.

  "Agreed."

  Lu Yuan seemed as if he had just woken up from a dream.

  She dreamed of her younger self, wandering in the suburbs between Feng and Pei, with the air filled with the fragrance of green grass.

  At that time, she was not a princess yet, but just an ordinary rural girl between Fengpei countryside.

  The sound of horseshoes came from all directions, as if thousands of horses were neighing at the same time. Where was she now? Why were there so many pursuers chasing after her?

  Lu Yuan hugged his younger brother, and one by one they were pushed down from the running horse carriage by their father. Xiahou uncle hugged them, with red eyes shouting "You don't want them, I do."

  She hid in the haystack, she hid under the ridge. She and her brother got separated, the long shadows of the setting sun fell from the west, she stood in the empty wilderness, hugging her elbows, her heart was chilled by the cold wind.

  The sound of horseshoes echoed from afar, a young man riding a white horse came from the direction where the sun set. He leaned forward on his horseback and asked softly, "What's your name?"

  She hesitantly stretched out her hand and replied in a low voice, "My name is..."

  "Full of Chinese."

  "Manhua——"

  "Full of Chinese."

  A familiar yet strange voice comes from afar, calling out one by one.

  Someone grasped her hand, the palm was a familiar rough callus. He whispered in her ear, "Manhua, open your eyes, I haven't seen the son you gave birth to for me yet, you can't just go like this."

  Lu Yuan's whole body shook.

  "Ge." Her lips opened slightly, uttering the name that had been tied to her heart for thousands of times, with a difference of only a fraction.

  "Manhua," Zhang Kou's shout was filled with wild joy, his tears falling down, scalding hot, burning Ruyuan's heart. "You've finally woken up." Zhang Kou gently kissed her forehead and said, "I really thought you were going to be gone for good this time. Luckily, you always remember me. Luckily."

  "Uh-huh." Lu Yuan nodded and opened his eyes, "I've always been thinking of you, Ao Ge."

  Her eyes were once again filled with radiance.

  "Come on, Princess, use a bit more strength," the midwife said confidently. "Just a bit more and it'll be fine, this time you'll definitely give birth."

  Lu Yuan felt the hand holding hers was warm, she looked up at her husband sitting beside her, who had lost a lot of weight in just over a month, his facial features were more defined. The luster of youthful success had faded from his dark eyes, replaced by a hint of calmness and introspection.

  But what's the difference? As long as he is still with me, it's all right.

  As long as I'm still with him, it's fine.

  Pain came in waves, Lu Yuan gritted his teeth and used all his strength.

  "Waaah—" The baby's wail echoed through the Pepper Chamber.

  "It's born! It's born!" was Tu Tu's joyful voice.

  "It's a boy." The midwife who delivered the baby said with a smile.

  "Congratulations to King Zhao, congratulations to Princess Chang—"

  Lu Yuan fell asleep in exhaustion amidst the joyful noise, still tightly holding Zhang Jiao's hand.

  The second watch of the night, the second watch.

  Got it? The ticket is for you as a reward.

  Covering my mouth and saying a word, I wish someone a smooth delivery today, with both mother and child safe. It wasn't until I posted this that I realized how coincidental it is.

  Moreover, reader group 79863877 awaits your joining if you love books.