Chapter 1269: Chapter 1264: Yan’er, I’m Sorry

Xiao Yu’s eyes instantly reddened with fury, “She must not be in any danger, you and the doctor must ensure Yan’er’s safety! Is she unconscious now? I will go in and accompany her.”

He believed he could awaken her.

“Alas, young master, you cannot! The birthing room is bloody; men must not enter!”

Aunt Yin hurriedly, along with several maids, blocked Xiao Yu, urgently reminding him, “Young master, your status is too noble to be tainted by this bloody Qi. There’s nothing you can do to help a woman giving birth.”

“I can stay with her!” Xiao Yu had never contradicted Aunt Yin before, but now he seemed somewhat out of sorts.

“Yu brother… Yu brother!”

Su Miaoyan’s crying could be heard from inside, and Xiao Yu, heedless of everything else, pushed open the door and barged in.

Inside the birthing room, people were at a loss about how to handle the situation. The senior doctor, an expert in gynecology and pediatrics, was surprised to see Xiao Yu but had to tell him the truth, “Eldest Young Master, madam is showing signs of a difficult labor if she cannot push anymore, and if the child does not come out soon, it might be too late to save either of them.”

“Impossible!”

Xiao Yu rushed to Su Miaoyan’s bedside, where four maids held up a piece of brocade, and beneath, a large pool of deep red blood was already visible.

Su Miaoyan lay weakly against the headboard, her face pale as paper, drenched in sweat, and feebly called out, “Yu brother…”

Xiao Yu quickly scooped her up and placed her head on his lap, his eyes intense, “Yan’er, don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

“Yu brother, it hurts so much…” Su Miaoyan’s voice was hoarse from crying, “It really hurts, but the baby…just won’t come out.”

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She had already tried her hardest. It felt like her body had been torn open with a huge gash, yet she couldn’t give birth to her baby, and she no longer had the strength to continue.

“Madam, you must remain conscious and hang on, push with all your might once more.”

The elder doctor, from behind the screen, instructed Su Miaoyan from outside.

Seeing Xiao Yu had burst in, Aunt Yin knew she couldn’t possibly make him leave, so she decided to serve by the bedside instead.

Xiao Yu gently patted Su Miaoyan’s face, “Yan’er, have some ginseng soup and hold on a bit longer.”

Xiao Yu brought the ginseng soup to her lips, and Su Miaoyan, smelling its bitterness, cried even harder, “It’s so bitter, it hurts so much… Yu brother, I can’t do it anymore, it really hurts!”

“Yan’er, don’t cry.”

Xiao Yu’s hands, which never shook when he wrote, were now trembling uncontrollably. He pressed his forehead against Su Miaoyan’s, equally anxious, “Yan’er, just hold on a little longer, the baby is almost here, it’s our child.”

Su Miaoyan was in so much pain she wanted to give up, and she was on the verge of passing out, but Xiao Yu was there, encouraging her by her ear.

Su Miaoyan sobbed, forcing herself to push again, each breath tearing her deeper with pain, each moment a struggle between life and death.

“Ah–”

Su Miaoyan let out a cry of despair.

Xiao Yu felt as though his heart had been viciously ripped open too.

After her prolonged effort, she finally heard Aunt Yin’s relieved shout, “The child is coming! The child is coming! Madam, push harder, push harder!”

The several younger maids around her also called out for Su Miaoyan to push.

Su Miaoyan felt like death couldn’t be as painful as this, and she cried until she was voiceless.

But when she opened her eyes, she saw the man’s clear and handsome features before her; he too was drenched in sweat, his eyes bloodshot, his expression even more pained than hers.

In that moment, Xiao Yu hated that he couldn’t bear even a fraction of her pain.

This was the one thing he could not help Su Miaoyan with.

He whispered hoarsely into her ear, “Yan’er, I’m sorry.”