The Legend of Concubine Su

Chapter 115 Princess Gesang's Difficult Times

Inside the magnificent palace, resplendent walls and dazzling gemstone decorations embellish the entire space, creating a suffocating atmosphere of luxury. However, within this gorgeous scene, there is a pervasive atmosphere of tension and unease.

Princess Gesang lay quietly on a large, beautifully decorated delivery bed, her body enveloped in soft silk and precious fabrics, yet she appeared so fragile and helpless. Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of color, as if the life force was gradually leaving her. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead and cheeks, soaking the luxurious sheets beneath her.

Her breathing was rapid and shallow, each breath accompanied by a sharp pain that made her brow furrow and her lips tremble slightly. Her hands tightly grasped the soft fabric, her knuckles turning pale from excessive force, and even the veins were visible. Her eyes were filled with fear and despair, as if in this vortex of pain, this sole grasp and persistence had become her last line of defense.

During this long wait, time seemed to slow down. Her pain and struggle showed no sign of abating, but instead intensified. Her voice grew deeper and fainter, as if it could be lost in the silence at any moment. Her body began to tremble, and each tremor intensified the pain.

Despite the immense pain she endured, Princess Gesang remained resolute. She struggled to contain the pain, trying not to make any noises that might cause further worry. She knew this moment hinged not only on her own fate but also on the fate of her unborn child. She hoped for a smooth birth and a healthy baby, bringing joy and hope to her family.

A heavy, tense atmosphere permeated the room, as if the very air itself had grown heavy. Midwives bustled anxiously around the bedside, their faces etched with tension and worry, their foreheads covered in beads of sweat. Their hands raced rapidly through the cold water, as if in a race against time, attempting to complete their tasks as quickly as possible. Basins of bloody water were constantly carried out of the room, the pungent smell of blood filling the air with dread, as if the entire room were drenched in blood.

Princess Gesang's personal maids paced anxiously nearby, their steps frantic, yet they struggled to maintain composure. Their gazes were fixed on the princess, groaning in agony on the bed, filled with worry and fear. They paused periodically to listen to her breathing and groans, hoping to find some comfort. However, each time they heard the princess's cries of pain, their hearts tightened, worrying about whether she would survive this ordeal.

Despite their hearts filled with anxiety and uneasiness, the maids tried to remain calm. They knew the princess needed their support and encouragement, and any signs of panic would only exacerbate her anxiety. Therefore, they tried to control their emotions, reassuring her with gentle words and caring looks, assuring her that everything would be fine. In their hearts, they prayed silently, asking the heavens to protect the princess and her child.

"Princess, push! The baby's almost out!" The midwife's voice, a hint of urgency and nervousness, echoed throughout the delivery room. Princess Gesang clenched her teeth, beads of sweat covering her forehead as she exerted all her strength to push the baby out. However, her force seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier within her body. Each push was accompanied by unbearable pain, as if it was tearing her apart. The agony made her feel like she was on the verge of fainting, and her consciousness gradually faded.

The scene before her began to blur, and she felt as if she were in a chaos. But within this chaos, the beautiful moments of the past shone like twinkling stars, illuminating her memory. She recalled the sweet memories of her time with the Tsampo, their strolls across the grasslands, admiring the beautiful scenery; the warm evenings they spent together, sharing their deepest feelings. These beautiful moments were like a warm strength that filled her heart, giving her the courage to continue.

At the same time, her anticipation for the birth of her unborn child fueled her perseverance. She imagined his adorable face and what he would look like as he grew up. This child was the fruit of her and the Tsanpo's love, the bearer of their hopes and future. For this child, she was willing to make every effort, even endure the greatest pain, to bring him safely into this world.

In this difficult moment, Princess Gesang's heart was filled with unwavering faith and boundless maternal love. She knew that as long as she didn't give up, she would be able to overcome the difficulties and welcome the birth of a new life. So, she took a deep breath, gritted her teeth once again, and with all her might, she pressed forward toward the light...

Suddenly, a midwife screamed in panic, "Oh no! The baby's in an awkward position!" Her voice, filled with fear and anxiety, shattered the already tense atmosphere. This cry was like a bolt from the blue, shrouding the entire room in fear. Everyone's heart leaped into their throat, and the atmosphere in the room instantly grew even more solemn and tense.

Upon hearing this news, the midwives gathered around, anxiously discussing solutions. Some began trying various methods to adjust the fetus's position, hoping to help the baby be born smoothly. However, no matter how hard they tried, Princess Gesang's pain did not ease at all, but instead became more severe.

As time passed, Princess Gesang's strength gradually drained away. Her face grew pale as paper, and beads of sweat, the size of beans, trickled down her cheeks. Her eyes grew empty and helpless, as if she were trapped in an endless darkness, unable to escape. Her lips had been bitten, blood trickling from the corners of her mouth. She uttered agonizing moans, the sound echoing through the silent palace, stirring pity in the listeners.

Meanwhile, the people outside the palace waited anxiously. Unaware of what was happening inside, they could only silently pray that everything would be safe. Meanwhile, the midwives in the delivery room busied themselves with anxiety, trying every possible means to ensure Princess Gesang and her child's safety.

Just when everyone was feeling extremely desperate, an experienced old midwife suddenly shouted decisively: "Quick, help the princess up and let her kneel down and try!" The maids did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly did as they were told. They carefully helped the weak Princess Gesang up and let her kneel on the delivery bed.

Princess Gesang's face was pale as paper, with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. Her lips were bleeding from being bitten, and her eyes had lost their former brilliance. But she still clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth to persevere, because she knew this was her and her child's only chance.

The old midwife stood by and looked at Princess Gesang nervously. She comforted Princess Gesang and told her how to adjust her breathing and push. Princess Gesang listened to the old midwife's words and prayed silently in her heart that this method would work.

Finally, after a difficult attempt, Princess Gesang felt a surge of strength within her. She gritted her teeth and used all her strength to push the baby out. Meanwhile, the old midwife and other maids gathered around her, offering her encouragement and support.

Time ticked by, and Princess Gesang's body was nearing its limit, but she refused to give up. With everyone's combined efforts, the baby was finally born safely, with a clear cry. Cheers erupted throughout the delivery room, and everyone was thrilled.

Finally, after a long and painful ordeal, a loud baby cry pierced the night sky. This sound was clear and melodious, like the sound of nature, bringing endless joy and hope to the whole world.

Princess Gesang successfully gave birth to a healthy boy. His tiny body, wrapped in soft swaddling clothes, exuded a faint milky fragrance. With his eyes tightly closed, he lay quietly beside his mother, as if still immersed in sleep.

At that moment, everyone in the room breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Their tension was instantly released, replaced by overflowing joy. The birth of this new life brought a surge of warmth to everyone's hearts, and everyone congratulated Princess Gesang and offered their most sincere blessings.

Princess Gesang collapsed onto the bed, relieved, a tired yet happy smile on her face. She gently stroked the child's face with her frail hands, her eyes filled with the radiance of maternal love. She knew that both she and her child had survived this difficult ordeal and were entering a new beginning.

The arrival of this little life will bring joy and vitality to the entire kingdom. He will become a star of hope for the future, carrying the expectations and dreams of countless people. At this moment, Princess Gesang feels extremely relieved. She knows that she shoulders a heavy responsibility, but she also firmly believes that she can provide the child with the best care and education.

As night fell, the magnificent palace was ablaze with lights. Princess Kelsang, fresh from a difficult childbirth, looked pale, but the fatigue in her eyes was tempered by the joy of new motherhood. She quietly gazed at the tiny life beside her bed, the fruit of her love for the Tsampa and her new hope for the future.

The midwives carefully packed the room, their movements so gentle as if they were afraid to wake the newborn. They deftly gathered used towels, basins, and other items, carefully checking the bed for cleanliness before nodding with satisfaction and leaving. A tranquil and warm atmosphere permeated the room, as if time had stood still.

Meanwhile, the maids who had been waiting nearby began to bustle about, preparing essential items for the princess, who had just given birth, such as a change of clothes, hot soup, and snacks. Despite their busy schedule, the maids' faces were filled with joy, for the princess had successfully given birth to a prince, a truly joyous occasion for the entire court.

At this moment, Princess Gesang was immersed in the happiness of being a new mother. She gently stroked her son's pink cheek, her eyes filled with endless tenderness and love. She knew that as a mother, there were still many things waiting for her to face and solve in the future, but at this moment, looking at the lovely little life in her arms, she felt extremely satisfied.

Just as Princess Gesang was enjoying this rare parent-child time, there was suddenly a slight sound of footsteps outside the door, followed by the eunuch's sharp and loud announcement: "The prince consort is here!" For a moment, everyone in the room stood up, knelt down respectfully, and greeted Princess Gesang's husband with the most pious attitude.

The Tsanpo tiptoed into the room, afraid to wake the woman in bed. His eyes were filled with endless tenderness and love, as if he wanted to give her all the beauty of the world. He carefully walked to the bedside and gently held Princess Gesang's hands. Her hands looked a little pale from having just given birth, but they made the Tsanpo feel deeply distressed.

He lowered his head and said to her gently, "Thank you for your hard work, my princess." His voice trembled slightly, as if he was trying to control his emotions. Princess Gesang smiled slightly, raised her head slightly and looked at the Zamp, her eyes full of happiness and satisfaction. She shook her head gently and said, "It's not hard. As long as our child is safe and healthy, everything is worth it."

The Zamp nodded and held Princess Gesang's hand tightly, feeling her warmth. He knew that this was the most important person in his life, the one he was willing to protect with his whole life. At this moment, he felt incredibly lucky and happy.

Accompanied by the Zamp, Princess Gesang spent the most difficult but also the happiest moment of her life. They all looked forward to the future, hoping that this new life would grow up healthily and bring more joy and hope to their family.