Chapter 1809 – Confirmed Names, Biological Mother
Soon, the midwife realized she was merely a decoration, as a man appeared in the delivery room who should never have been there.
“Blindfold them, so they don’t see what they shouldn’t.”
Jiang Pengji spoke in a calm tone, showing no signs of being a pregnant woman about to give birth.
Wei Ci said, “Leave the Lord to me.”
The delivery room was cleared, and unrelated individuals were driven to a partition to wait, including the midwife and the physician. Only the maid responsible for heating water remained outside, all of them under close surveillance. Some harbored ill intentions and were fearful, while others felt inexplicably scared but dared not complain.
“This atmosphere doesn’t seem like what one would expect for Jiang Jun’s delivery.”
At this moment, Jiang Pengji still had the composure to joke.
Wei Ci replied, “Too many people moving around during childbirth isn’t necessary; it not only leads to chaos but also provides opportunities for those with ulterior motives.”
Despite his experience, Wei Ci’s hands trembled nervously.
Numerous concubines and princes from court history met their demise in such a way, without a soul aware.
Jiang Pengji genuinely felt pain at this moment, lying on the delivery bed while noticing her somewhat embarrassing labor posture. She smiled at Wei Ci and said, “I’ve heard that in the past, if a man accidentally saw his wife giving birth, he’d become listless and lose interest in her afterward.”
Wei Ci said, “I’ve seen it twice; do you see any such situation with me?”
Jiang Pengji was taken aback by Wei Ci’s boldness today.
“If it were you in the past, you would likely be too embarrassed to say a word.”
Wei Ci sighed, “With the Lord in labor, whatever you say, I must respond, and I need to cheer you up; that’s my duty.”
A woman’s positive mood is beneficial for childbirth; severe fear can even lead to the baby changing positions from a favorable birthing position to a difficult one. Wei Ci couldn’t afford to take that risk; if making the Lord more comfortable meant cracking a few jokes, why not?
“What are you doing touching my belly?”
Once her pregnancy became apparent, she became particularly ticklish. Wei Ci’s warm fingers caressed her abdomen, making her want to burst out laughing.
“Checking the fetal position; if it’s improper, we can try to adjust it before the baby enters the pelvis.”
“There’s such a thing?”
Wei Ci said, “I sought someone out to learn this, disguising myself to observe a few childbirths and picked up a trick or two.”
Jiang Pengji laughed, “You didn’t go in women’s clothing, did you?”
Wei Ci patiently answered, “If I were in men’s clothing, they wouldn’t let me in; they’d probably kick me out.”
Women’s clothing… Wei Ci?
He wasn’t kicked out?
Jiang Pengji carefully scrutinized Wei Ci’s serious face and wasn’t too surprised.
His appearance was already delicate and beautiful, neither too harshly masculine nor overly feminine.
With a slight disguise, some makeup to cover up, and wearing looser women’s clothing, he could easily pass as a stunning beauty.
“Even though it’s twins, the fetal positions are quite normal.”
After the examination, Wei Ci sighed in relief. The odds of a successful delivery with twins were slim; many times one would suffer a demise.
“Were the positions improper in previous difficult births?”
Wei Ci replied, “The Emperor was unwell, burdened with worldly matters and not nurturing the pregnancy properly; complications arose during childbirth, but ultimately, mother and daughter were safe.”
When it comes to a woman giving birth, outsiders can’t do much to help.
Despite how dramas portray busy delivery scenes with midwives struggling and maids rushing around.
In modern delivery rooms, one nurse usually oversees multiple mothers.
Based on drama portrayals, it’s as if doctors and nurses have three heads and six arms, which isn’t feasible.
“Wait until the cervix is nearly opened before exerting effort; for now, the Lord can conserve some strength.”
Wei Ci used a napkin to wipe away the sweat on her forehead that nearly dripped into her lashes, preventing discomfort.
“Then stay and chat with me for a while.”
Jiang Pengji had a high tolerance for pain, but this body wasn’t the original, and even her incredible endurance had its limits.
“What would the Lord like to talk about?”
Jiang Pengji said, “Anything is fine; I’m really in pain, talking would help distract me.”
Her pain was genuine, not like the times she pretended to be hurt to tease Wei Ci.
Unfortunately, Wei Ci could only watch, unable to share in her suffering.
Jiang Pengji forced a somewhat stiff smile, “I want to hear how you fell in love with me.”
Their voices were soft, distant enough that those waiting outside the delivery room couldn’t hear a thing.
Feng Jin and the others waited for over an hour, perhaps the longest they had ever waited.
In hindsight, some joked that even their wives giving birth wasn’t this agonizing.
Right now, however, no one had the mindset for self-mockery; the delivery room remained silent, their hearts elevated and unable to settle.
Some even couldn’t help but speculate about bleeding, difficult labor, and so on; the more they thought about it, the more anxious they became, those imagined scenarios clinging to their minds.
The reality contrasted sharply with their imaginations.
Jiang Pengji’s delivery was quite smooth.
Due to her unique physique, she only truly showed at seven months, and her pregnancy nutrition hadn’t been excessive; the baby was not large.
When Wei Ci said he could see the baby’s head, despite feeling some numbness from the pain, she still exerted effort.
At that moment, Wei Ci appeared calmer.
He steadily used his hands to assist the baby in coming through the birth canal, efficiently handling everything.
Jiang Pengji felt a relief in her abdomen and, drenched in sweat, asked, “Boy or girl?”
“A girl, it’s a girl.”
Even though Jiang Pengji had already known the answer, asking the question felt significant in its own right.
The eldest daughter was small but had a surprisingly powerful voice; her cries echoed all the way to the main hall outside the delivery room, shouting with a pitiful tone.
Jiang Pengji: “…”
No matter how Wei Ci tried to soothe her, she wouldn’t stop crying.
Jiang Pengji weakly waved her hand, “Let her cry for a bit; she’s feeling wronged.”
Wei Ci: “???”
But Jiang Pengji couldn’t reveal to Wei Ci that this girl was quite literally kicked into position for delivery.
Don’t think her spiritual awareness wouldn’t allow her to see what was happening in her abdomen.
That Pei, kicking my daughter, what’s going on?
Look at how she’s crying!
The second child arrived just as swiftly, taking only the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, and her cries were weaker, infantile.
Pulling this little girl’s leg, taking a careful look, “Another girl.”
At first, Wei Ci had also been anxious, but upon inspecting the two children’s appearances closely, he breathed a sigh of relief.
They were different; that meant security.
Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
Fraternal twins weren’t identical twins; it was perfectly normal for them to look different.
Little did she know that Wei Ci had worried about these two children for a long time. For a period, he even dreamed of two identical children standing before him, insisting he distinguish which one was the elder and which was the younger. If he guessed wrong, one of them would be lost.
“Have you decided on names?”
Wei Ci said, “There are a few options; should we continue using Jiang Yan?”
“Let’s skip it; that wouldn’t be fair to either of them.” After a moment of silence, Jiang Pengji said, “How about Linlang, one Jiang Lin, and one Jiang Lang?”
Wei Ci: “???”
The Lord is really trying to set her daughter up for a lifetime of trouble, isn’t she?
The character “Lang” has a good meaning, but does the Lord remember her own surname?
Jiang Lang…
Jiang Lang talent runs out?
“Why not… have each person choose one?”
Jiang Lin is acceptable, Jiang Lang sounds like only a biological mother would name.
