CMWKSD -Chapter 285 Knock Your Head, Why Don’t You

Prince Hui was dead.

The Northern Barbarians’ emperor was dead.

Zhuo Ya used the excuse of “seeking justice for her imperial father” and directly brought the Northern Barbarians emperor’s corpse onto the court.

The appearance of both a real and a fake Northern Barbarians emperor threw the entire hall into an uproar.

The Northern Barbarians instantly became a laughingstock of the world.

But Zhuo Ya did not care.

All she needed was a Northern Barbarians emperor’s corpse.

In reality, this was to win over the hearts of the Northern Barbarians people.

Zhuo Ya had made thorough preparations.

The fake emperor simply could not withstand it.

The most laughable thing of all was this—every single royal child conducted a blood test of kinship with the fake emperor, yet none of them turned out to be his children.

Zhuo Ya, on the other hand, knew very well who her biological father was.

But did it still matter?

It didn’t.

Regardless of whether she was Prince Hui’s child or not, she was the next emperor of the Northern Barbarians.

Moreover, Great Qi had put in no small amount of effort behind Zhuo Ya.

By the time the other princes reacted, Zhuo Ya already had overwhelming public support, and the situation was beyond saving.

Zhuo Zhuo and several other princes roared and raged in the court hall.

Zhuo Ya, dressed in imperial robes, merely looked at them indifferently—as if looking at grasshoppers after autumn.

And the very first thing Zhuo Ya did after ascending the throne was to bow her head and submit to Great Qi.

Zhuo Zhuo and the others felt that Zhuo Ya had completely lost her mind.

They had thought the Northern Barbarians’ people would surely curse Zhuo Ya to no end.

Who knew that Dark Moon Pavilion’s people had long since infiltrated the Northern Barbarians.

Openly and covertly, they spread word of the benefits of becoming citizens of Great Qi.

From the royal family down to the common folk—only when matters truly touched upon one’s own interests would people genuinely put themselves in others’ shoes and think things through.

In the end, no one objected anymore.

Thus, Great Qi took over the Northern Barbarians without shedding a single drop of blood.

This left Emperor Fengyuan feeling as if a breath was stuck in his chest—neither able to go up nor down.

It was just… too easy!!!

He raised his hand and summoned Li Feng, about to say that Jiu Yue should be called over.

Then, in a daze, he remembered—these days were precisely Jiu Yue’s due date.

Every time he thought of this, Emperor Fengyuan became unbearably nervous.

He didn’t trust the people from the Imperial Medical Academy at all.

From the moment he learned of Jiu Yue’s pregnancy, Emperor Fengyuan and the Crown Prince had wanted to shove every midwife and obstetrics physician straight into the Ji household.

They had completely forgotten that the best doctor was the pregnant woman herself.

Ji Yiqing had deliberately taken several days off.

Every day, he stayed by Jiu Yue’s side without leaving her even a single step.

Shen Mei had prepared another table of delicate dishes.

Jiu Yue smacked her lips and suddenly wanted to eat something else.

This was the first time during her entire pregnancy that Jiu Yue had actually craved a particular food.

Ji Yiqing hurriedly instructed the servants to prepare it.

Shen Mei grabbed a spatula and pulled out every skill she had ever learned in her life.

She made Jiu Yue a bowl of hot-and-sour rice noodles.

As Jiu Yue slurped the noodles, she felt a twinge of pain in her abdomen.

She put down her chopsticks and lifted her hand to take her own pulse.

Uh…

It was time.

Jiu Yue glanced at the nervous Ji Yiqing and said, “Prepare hot water. I want to bathe.”

Ji Yiqing looked up at the sky—she had bathed just last night, and it was only noon now.

But he never refused Jiu Yue’s requests.

The servants quickly left.

Jiu Yue stood up, one hand bracing her lower back, and beckoned to Ji Yiqing. “Come over and support me.”

Ji Yiqing blankly responded with an “oh,” then reached out with both hands to help her.

Earlier, handrails had already been installed in the courtyard for Jiu Yue to hold while walking.

Jiu Yue couldn’t help thinking—if only there were a yoga ball right now.

But this era didn’t have that kind of technology.

Making one was simply impossible.

As Jiu Yue walked, she chatted with Ji Yiqing.

Shao Qing was merely relaying messages.

Listening to Shao Qing, Shen Mei couldn’t understand where Jiu Yue’s sudden appetite had come from.

She had ordered no fewer than ten kinds of desserts and ten kinds of dishes…

It felt as if she were eating her last meal before being sent to the execution ground.

Thinking this, Shen Mei hurriedly spat twice—no, no, she shouldn’t think like that.

After Jiu Yue finished bathing, she saw the bloodstains on her undergarments.

Though she had never given birth before, she still knew what this meant.

Labor had begun.

Finally… it was time to unload the cargo.

Jiu Yue almost wanted to howl at the sky.

Only heaven knew how many months she had carried this child, nearly bottling herself up to the point of illness.

She got up and dressed, then came out of the washroom with wet hair.

Ji Yiqing hurried over with a towel to dry her hair.

Jiu Yue spread her legs and sat in a very unrestrained posture, both hands resting on her knees.

The pain was growing stronger, the contractions more frequent, accompanied by soreness in her lower back.

Jiu Yue looked at Ji Yiqing, who was drying her hair.

She knew that if she opened her mouth, he would probably lose his mind.

But right now, she really didn’t have the strength to shout.

Jiu Yue had a high pain tolerance.

But labor contractions were still hard to endure.

Mainly because they lasted far too long.

“Husband…”

It had been a long time since Jiu Yue had called him “husband” so formally.

Ji Yiqing’s hands trembled, and he nearly dropped the towel.

But his body reacted faster than his mind—he crouched in front of Jiu Yue, reached out, and held her hand.

Her palm was soaked with sweat.

“I’m here. What is it?” he asked.

Jiu Yue forced a smile.

“Go tell the midwife and the doctors. I’m about to give birth.”

Ji Yiqing: …blank.

Seeing his suddenly absent-minded expression, Jiu Yue found it a bit amusing.

Fortunately, she still had the energy to tease him a little.

She lifted her finger and lightly hooked his chin. “Go on. What are you standing there for?”

As soon as the words fell—

The usually steady Ji Yiqing shot up like a puppet.

Then he turned around and started walking—same hand, same foot.

After just two or three steps, it was as if his wandering soul finally returned to his body.

He turned back in terror and glanced at Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue smiled at his movements, and when he looked at her, she even had the leisure to raise an eyebrow at him.

The result?

Before Ji Yiqing could even turn his head back, his leg stepped out first—and he tripped over the threshold, falling flat on his face.

Jiu Yue was just about to stand up—when Ji Yiqing sprang up with astonishing agility and shouted at her, “Sit still! Don’t move!”

Then he turned his head and roared into the courtyard, “Someone come quick! Jiu Yue’s about to give birth!”

Good heavens—one stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The entire courtyard instantly erupted into chaos.

Shao Qing ran at full speed, wishing he could fly to grab the midwives and doctors and haul them over.

Ji Yiqing’s fall had been a solid one.

It must have hurt badly.

Yet somehow, at this moment, he didn’t feel the pain at all.

After shouting, he ran straight back into the room to check on Jiu Yue.

Jiu Yue had just endured another contraction and was easing slightly.

She sucked in a breath of cold air and beckoned to Ji Yiqing. “Come over. I still need to walk a bit more.”

Ji Yiqing was at a complete loss, his mind refusing to work.

Supporting Jiu Yue, he didn’t even know whether he should let her walk or not.

Everything Jiu Yue had previously told him about childbirth precautions had long since vanished.

His mind was completely blank.

And then, in a moment of utter stupidity, he asked, “The baby… it won’t fall out, will it?”

That single sentence made Jiu Yue, who was fighting the contractions, burst out laughing.

“If giving birth were that easy, that’d be great.”

The midwife was carried into the room on Shao Qing’s back.

Seeing Jiu Yue calmly walking back and forth inside, the midwife couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—As expected of Great Qi’s Xuyu Princess. Even giving birth, she was so composed and unruffled. Truly someone who had accomplished so many great things.

Once the midwife entered, Ji Yiqing retreated immediately.

He didn’t dare delay even a second, rushing outside, afraid that if he lingered, the midwife or servants might waste time attending to him.

However, he still stood by the window—the spot he had long agreed upon with Jiu Yue.

The closest place to the birthing bed.

Every now and then, Ji Yiqing would knock on the window, letting Jiu Yue know that he was standing right outside.

So she could feel at ease.

It wasn’t that Jiu Yue was worried Ji Yiqing wouldn’t be able to handle seeing blood.

After all, he had seen far bloodier scenes before.

The main issue was—she couldn’t handle it herself.

Ji Yiqing was a strange man.

You could say he was brave, and you could also say he was timid.

But his love for Jiu Yue was absolutely genuine.

It could even be said that he cared about her more than she cared about herself.

If, while she was giving birth, Ji Yiqing were at her side, clutching her hand and crying rivers of tears out of heartache—Jiu Yue might actually feel the urge to kill someone.

She knew he would be crying out of concern for her.

But at that point, who could give birth while also comforting a husband bawling his eyes out?

Not cursing him out would already be a mercy.

So Jiu Yue resolutely forbade Ji Yiqing from coming inside.

Now, listening to him knocking on the window again and again—Jiu Yue was in pain, and the fire in her heart surged uncontrollably upward.

She grew more and more irritable.

Damn it, even when he wasn’t right in front of her, she still couldn’t hold it in!

She just wanted to curse someone!

Anyone!

“Knock your damn head, why don’t you knock!!!”