The Empress Dowager was originally seated but upon hearing the noise, she immediately stood up, walked hastily towards the front, pushed open the screen, and entered, asking, "What exactly is going on?"
Mother Xia shrugged her shoulders.
Forget it!
Her own Empress Dowager is actually worried about the child, with a tongue sharp as a knife but a heart soft as tofu.
The midwife, sweating profusely like rain and shaking like chaff, muttered, "Your slave, your slave has touched the child, but it's not the head, it seems to be a hand!"
The Empress Dowager stepped back twice in succession.
Su Luo's hair was already drenched with sweat, her whole body pale and frail, and she asked softly, "What, what does this mean?"
The expressions of the midwife and the Empress Dowager looked quite bad.
Mother, struggling with her words, said, "Empress, you, you are having a difficult birth!"
