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“This child must never be kept; he is the reincarnation of a nemesis…”

“He brings ruin to his parents. His birth mother died during childbirth because of him, and his birth father died early because of him…”

Kang Yu Yi, who was more than nine months pregnant, woke up suddenly from a nightmare, gasping for breath and drenched in sweat.

Her frequent nightmares during pregnancy had become so common that the Emperor, who slept beside her, had become used to them.

He gently patted her back and then held her tightly in his arms.

Kang Yu Yi buried her face in the Emperor’s chest, her shoulders shaking slightly as she cried, her face covered in tears.

Three months ago, Kang Yu Yi had used her pregnancy as an excuse to persuade the Emperor to let her leave the palace and visit the area around the former Qin Wang Fu.

This wasn’t the first time she had left the palace; she had often convinced the Emperor to let her go out in disguise for various reasons.

The street was crowded with vendors shouting their goods and people moving in a steady flow. Yet, next to the plain-clothed imperial concubine and her husband, there was a clear space, and no one dared to come near them.

Suddenly, a Taoist priest with a snake-head walking stick and a white beard approached and began speaking in a long, mysterious manner.

He was quickly and quietly removed by hidden guards stationed nearby.

Kang Yu Yi knew that the white-bearded Taoist priest was just pretending to be mystical.

It was discovered that he was deliberately acting mysterious in front of her, a pregnant woman, to scam her out of money for talismanic water meant to ward off bad luck.

Even with this knowledge, she couldn’t control her fear and anxiety. She kept having nightmares where she died in childbirth, with the bed soaked in her blood…

When the sobbing in the Emperor’s arms finally stopped, he tried to lie down with her to continue sleeping.

However, although her tears had stopped, her swollen, full breasts began to leak milk again, and it seemed like it might start to spurt out.

“Your Majesty… could you help me with my milk? It’s coming in again, and it hurts so much!” Kang Yu Yi’s voice, slightly nasal and soft, was full of desperation.

From early in her pregnancy, the red tips of her breasts had been leaking milk, soaking her underwear.

As she got closer to giving birth, her full, smooth breasts became increasingly swollen and painful. She needed the milk to be sucked out to relieve the pressure.

“Uh-huh.” The Emperor carefully avoided her large, rounded belly, which looked like a watermelon, and leaned down to undo her milk-stained clothing.

His stern, cold face pressed into Kang Yu Yi’s swollen, hardened breasts. He first kissed the full, plump mounds, then gently sucked on the red, tender nipples that were already dripping with milky white liquid.

Seeing the Emperor greedily drinking her milk, Kang Yu Yi felt relieved as the milk was extracted, and a familiar tingling sensation began to spread between her legs.

After both of her swollen breasts were emptied, Kang Yu Yi’s small, delicate hands began to explore the Emperor’s body.

She boldly pulled down his trousers and began stroking his large, erect cock.

“Your Majesty, I’m so thirsty.” Kang Yu Yi, with her large, distended belly and unable to get out of bed, requested help.

When the Emperor heard this, he got out of bed, poured a cup of warm tea, and brought it to her.

Kang Yu Yi had first soaked his undergarments with her tears and then he had sucked a significant amount of her breast milk.

If she hadn’t been so insistent on drinking water, the Emperor might have wondered if she was made entirely of liquid.

The Emperor, with nothing on below, had a huge, hard cock that swayed with his movements.

The tip, as large as a goose egg, stood up proudly, while the entire shaft was a purplish flesh color, clean, and visually appealing.

His muscular body, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, made holding such a large cock look less unusual.

Kang Yu Yi was intensely aroused by the sight of him approaching with his large, erect cock. Her body had already been agitated when he was sucking on her nipples earlier.

Suddenly, she felt a large gush of fluid leaking uncontrollably from her pussy. She experienced sharp pain and her face twisted in discomfort.

Seeing the water spreading across the bed, the Emperor reached out, touched it, and noted its sticky texture. Frowning, he said, “Your water has broken.”

He immediately put on his underclothes and got up to summon the midwives who were waiting in the side hall of the Luhua Palace.

These midwives were chosen personally by the Empress Dowager. Upon hearing the call, they efficiently gathered their things and instructed the palace staff to start boiling water.

“Your Highness, don’t be nervous. It’s still early. Save your strength for later!” one of the midwives said encouragingly.

Seeing that the Guifei’s water had just broken and she was already so terrified she could hardly breathe, the midwives were a bit amused.

However, Kang Yu Yi was haunted by thoughts of her nightmares, imagining the intense pain of childbirth and the possibility of death.

Her face was as pale as paper, her lips trembling uncontrollably, and she was unable to calm down.

“Your Highness, take deep breaths. Don’t be afraid. The uterus is opening up, and you’ll be able to give birth soon,” a midwife said reassuringly.

Lying on the soft bed, Kang Yu Yi trembled in pain, her tears falling continuously, feeling a deep, heart-wrenching pain underneath her body.

The Emperor, who stayed by her side, carefully wiped the tears and sweat from her face with a silk handkerchief.

Usually impassive, his brows were tightly furrowed, and he crushed the jade ring on his thumb, with the fragments sinking into his palm.

“It hurts…” The contractions came in waves, making Kang Yu Yi sweat profusely, with stray hairs sticking to her neck.

Several midwives suggested that the Emperor wait outside, but they were intimidated by his imposing presence.

After a brief exchange of glances, they chose to remain silent.

Unable to convince the Emperor to leave, they turned their hopeful eyes toward Kang Yu Yi, hoping she would ask him to step out.

Kang Yu Yi was too consumed by pain to understand their intentions.

Months of nightmares had left her terrified of dying during childbirth, and she was too focused on her fears to care about the Emperor’s presence.

“Your Highness, the cervix is already three fingers open. You’ll be able to give birth very soon. Please hang in there,” the midwife said with a tone of relief.

After about two more hours of exertion, Kang Yu Yi gave birth to the baby, biting down on a cotton cloth to manage the pain.

The older midwife, who appeared slightly more affluent, held the crying baby and weighed it gently in her hands.

She then wrapped the baby in a soft satin blanket and smiled, saying, “Congratulations, Your Majesty, and congratulations, Your Highness! The little prince weighs six pounds and two ounces!”

The Empress Dowager, who had been anxiously waiting in the antechamber, heard the baby’s cry and rushed inside.

Kang Yu Yi lay on the bed, pale and exhausted, her sweat-soaked hair sticking to her face.

She struggled to look at the baby, but her disappointment grew when she saw the baby’s wrinkled, reddened skin.

“Your Highness, most newborns look like this,” the midwife said with a smile, finding her reaction amusing.

After the delivery, Kang Yu Yi finally relaxed and fell into a coma from exhaustion.

The Emperor immediately called the physician who was waiting outside to examine Kang Yu Yi.

“How is Your Highness?” the Emperor asked with a rare, thick nasal tone.

Several physicians examined her pulse for a long time before reporting, “Your Majesty, the Consort is only suffering from postpartum fatigue. There is no major issue.”

It wasn’t until the next afternoon that Kang Yu Yi woke up groggily.

Enduring the pain underneath her, she asked her nursemaid to bring the baby to her.

Just after one night, the little prince had transformed; he was no longer wrinkled and red.

Though his eyes were still closed, his well-defined nose and dense eyebrows indicated that he was an exceptionally handsome baby.

Kang Yu Yi’s chest was swollen and painful. With the baby born, she no longer needed the Emperor’s help to suckle her milk.

She unfastened part of her bodice and, with her weak, trembling hands, held the little prince, guiding him to her breast.

The tiny baby, just moments old, latched onto her milk-filled nipple with an insatiable hunger, sucking hard.

The newborn’s sucking power was unexpectedly strong, far surpassing what even his father could manage.

Kang Yu Yi gasped and gritted her teeth, trying to endure the sharp, intense pain in her chest from the vigorous sucking.

Despite the searing pain from her engorged nipples and her still-aching body, her face flushed with a deep, unusual color.

She involuntarily moaned as a wave of agitation and an itch-like sensation coursed through her body.

Overwhelmed by the sensations, she abruptly jerked the baby away.

The startled little prince cried out loudly, his body turning red as his desperate wails filled the room.

Had it not been for the thick, soft blankets on the bed, he might have been seriously injured from the fall.

The nannies, shocked and horrified, quickly moved to pick up the baby and carry him away.

Kang Yu Yi, watching the chaos, felt a mix of shame and distress. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at her shaking hands.

She nearly killed her son with her own hands. The overwhelming guilt made her unable to face the Crown Prince and too ashamed to hold him again.

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