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As they were talking, the three of them arrived at Feng Jin’s residence.

Upon seeing Feng Jin, whom Jiang Pengji had not seen for a few days, she was shocked by the heavy greenish color under his eyes. “Huaiyu, how many days have you not slept?”

“Three or four days, I guess…” Feng Jin smelled alcohol and the scent of rogue on the two of them. He was so tired that he did not have the energy to criticize it.

Jiang Pengji teased, “You haven’t slept for three or four days? Are you preparing to train and cultivate yourself to attain immortality?” Jiang Pengji knew about the meme from the audience in the streaming room.

Feng Jin raised his hand and massaged his brows to make him feel more awake. He did not have the energy to question what she meant.

“Jingxian’s stomach has ached for the past few days. She went into the delivery room several times, but came back out again.”

She felt more and more sick each time, so he was always on tenterhooks. How could he fall asleep? The child was sincerely making the inexperienced parents suffer.

Feng Jin had suffered a lot with his wife––from when she first got pregnant, until then. He was coming to understand the difficulties of parenting more and more.

According to the ethos of ancient times, fathers only had to contribute their sperm, and then take over the child from the midwife’s hands after 10 months of pregnancy.

Wei Jingxian only realized that she was pregnant when Feng Jin and his wife were “put under house arrest.” The husband and wife could only think of solutions themselves to solve many of their problems.

The more he participated in the process, the more he felt the sense of practicality of becoming a father.

Jiang Pengji asked, “What now?”

Feng Jin replied, “The midwife asked me to cook some chicken soup. Jingxian is now drinking it inside the room. Her body should be invigorated after having gone through all that.”

“I’ve asked Taxue to send some top-grade old ginsengs. I heard that they’re good for pregnant women.”

Feng Jin nodded. He had seen the old ginsengs. The age and medicinal properties of the ginsengs were top-notch, but the doctor said that they should not be used rashly unless there was an accident during labor. However, it was an excellent supplement for post-natal recovery.

Probably because he had not slept for days, it took his brain quite some time to process things. He responded after a while, “Lanting, why did you come today?”

“After delivering the old ginsengs, Taxue went back and told me that Jingxian was about to go into labor. I was worried that you were shorthanded, so I volunteered to help out.” Jiang Pengji often dropped by Feng Jin’s residence while she was staying in Shangjing. She was familiar with his maidservant. She asked the maidservant to brew a pot of refreshing, hot tea when she had just entered the house. “Drink some tea to freshen yourself up. You’ll fall asleep in a while if you don’t.”

Feng Jin tiredly expressed his thanks. “Thank you.”

He had been jittery for the past few days. He was afraid that if he napped for a while, his wife would go into labor. He was so nervous that he did not dare to sleep even for a short while.

He was relieved now that Jiang Pengji was there. He eventually felt sleepy.

“You’re my most intimate friend. You don’t have to thank me.”

Not long after, there was a cry from the inside of the house. The servant girls and the midwife were as busy as bees. Then, it was silent. It was another false alarm.

Feng Jue waited with them for another four hours. It was already midnight, but it was still silent in the delivery room.

As the father, Feng Jin had suffered a lot. Wei Jingxian, who was pregnant and was about to go into labor, was so tired that she had no energy. She sweated profusely and her face was pale. The maidservant kept wiping her sweat with a warm, damp cloth. The midwife did an examination and said that it was not time yet. She could nap for a while to have some rest.

For the first child, it generally took pregnant women six to ten hours to deliver the baby if everything went smoothly. If things were more difficult, it could even take three to five days.

“Three to five days…” Feng Jin almost fainted in shock when he heard the timeframe.

The midwife glanced at Feng Jin strangely. She had delivered countless children, but she had never seen a man who was as nervous as he was.

They waited until late at night. Jiang Pengji asked Feng Jin to nap for a while. She and Feng Jue would keep watch to ensure there weren’t any problems.

Upon hearing what she said, Feng Jue looked at her with a strange gaze.

If he was not mistaken, the person in front of him was his second sister-in-law’s fiancé.

How could Second Brother feel at ease?

However, Feng Jin’s reaction almost made his eyeballs drop.

“All right. I’m rest assured now that Lanting is here. Remember to wake me up if she’s about to go into labor.” Feng Jin was already so sleepy that he could not stand it anymore. He even looked a little spaced out. He asked his servant to bring him a set of bedding. He immediately wrapped it around his body, leaned against the pillar, and napped. It did not take him long to fall asleep, and then he slept like a log.

Feng Jue was speechless.

Not long after, Wei Jingxian’s painful cry was vaguely heard from the inside of the delivery room. In order to conserve her physical strength, she gritted her molars. She sounded very melancholic.

“It’s really scary when women in the ancient times give birth to children…” Jiang Pengji had sharp ears and eyes. She could hear the noise very clearly, and she could not help but tremble.

The method of multiplying and living in the ancient times was really backwards. It made her blood boil. One could be sentenced into the federation.

She had whispered, so Feng Jue did not hear her clearly. He only heard her say that it was not easy to give birth to children.

“Don’t all women have to go through it?” he asked.

Jiang Pengji glared at him with a contempt in her eyes, which made him feel puzzled.

She secretly poked the System and said in her mind, “I think I’ll have to stay up late tonight. I’m bored, so I’ll start a streaming.”

The System did not reply, and just started the streaming quietly.

It was also night time in the streaming room. A full 10 seconds had passed, but there were only 150,000 viewers in the streaming room.

Host V: “I’m bored at night. Let’s chat to pass some time.”

It was the middle of the night where she was, but it was only 12 o’clock midnight in the streaming room. Nightlife had just begun. The people in the ancient times did not have much entertainment. The only source of lighting was an oil lamp. In order to save on expenses, they had already gone to bed and were lost in their sweet dreams.

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At the same time…

“Ah…” A brief, terrifying scream broke the silence of the night. Not long after, there was a spark that ignited the wick inside the lantern. There was a rustling sound of clothes being put on. The sound of steady footsteps was heard from afar and near. The light from the lantern was also getting closer and closer.

Outside the room, a young man wearing a single shirt with a cloak over his shoulders asked with concern, “Zixiao, what’s wrong?”

A few moments later, there were some vague movements in the room.

When the candle was lit, the tightly shut doors opened, revealing a delicate and perfect face with a trace of paleness and horror.

“I’m fine…” There was a thin layer of sweat on Wei Ci’s forehead. He was gasping for breath in between words. “I was just horrified by a nightmare…”

The young man had been asleep in the room next to Wei Ci’s. “Nightmare?” the young man asked inquisitively. “What was it about?”

He was really curious as to what kind of a nightmare could scare Wei Ci somuch. He seemed to have lost his soul.

Wei Ci pursed his lips, and replied with a husky voice after a long time, “I dreamed that there was an earthquake somewhere. The city collapsed and all the houses turned into ruins. The people died in their sleep and children were wailing everywhere… It was a tragedy I cannot bear to recall.”

That was not the entire story of the nightmare. He even dreamed that the person he missed was buried in the ruins and badly mutilated. He could not remember where the scene was in his nightmare, but a pool of blood kept lingering in front of his eyes. It made it hard to breathe.

“Earthquake?” The young man comforted him with a serious face. “It’s just a dream. It’s not real.”

Wei Ci’s lips were pale, and he was still suffering from the shock. Upon seeing his condition, the young man asked his boy servant attending to his studies to make a fire and brew some tea for Wei Ci to help him get over the shock.

The boy servant attending to his studies had just made a fire and placed the teapot on the stove when he realized in horror that the teapot lid was shaking slightly, which in turn caused the tea to brim over.

Moreover, the ground seemed to have come alive and vibrated slightly. The dust on the eaves was shaken off and fell to the ground.