Chapter 4: Cesarean Section

A flash of cold, sharp light flickered in her deep purple eyes. Solomon Yin—or rather, Xuanyuan Yinyue as she was now—spoke coldly to the terrified midwives: "Give me a knife!"

Upon hearing Xuanyuan Yinyue’s words, the midwife who had previously confirmed her death trembled all over. Looking at her with trepidation, she asked, "Are you human or a ghost? It was the Second Princess who ordered us to do this; please, don't come looking for my life!"

The other midwives were also so frightened that they collapsed onto the floor, staring in disbelief at the "reanimated" Xuanyuan Yinyue.

Xuanyuan Yinyue swept a sharp, piercing gaze over them. To conserve her strength, she couldn't even be bothered to say another word to them, simply uttering a ruthless "Get out!"

The fierce look in her eyes, the cold words, and her sharp expression immediately terrified the midwives, who had been faking their tears moments before. They scrambled toward the door, crawling and tumbling; they were convinced that Xuanyuan Yinyue had truly turned into a vengeful spirit coming to claim their lives.

After the midwives had rolled out, wailing like ghosts, Xuanyuan Yinyue drew upon the sparse memories of her foolish host. She retrieved a life-saving pill given to her by Xuanyuan Ming from the spatial ring on her finger and swallowed it. Then, she pulled out a sharp dagger, struggled to get out of bed, and after sterilizing the blade over the charcoal fire for a moment, she lifted her clothes and sliced into her own abdomen.

With cold sweat beading on her forehead, Xuanyuan Yinyue whispered to the child in her womb, "Child, I hope you are brave. Mommy is going to bring you out now!"

After cutting open her stomach, Xuanyuan Yinyue bit down hard on the corner of the quilt. She tossed the dagger aside, pulled out the infant—whose face was turning blue from suffocation—and placed him by the bedside. Then, she took an embroidery needle and thread to her own stomach, using her indomitable willpower to stitch her wound shut.

Just as Xuanyuan Yinyue was halfway through sewing her abdomen, a loud cry of "The Emperor has arrived!" echoed from outside. Moments later, a figure in bright yellow walked into Xuanyuan Yinyue’s palace with hurried, unsteady steps.

Seeing Xuanyuan Yinyue stitching her own stomach as if she were mending clothes, Xuanyuan Ming’s expression changed drastically. He rushed to her side in a panic and shouted in a voice trembling with rage, "Summon the Imperial Physician!"

The eunuchs and palace maids who followed him in were so terrified by the sight of Xuanyuan Yinyue’s actions that their legs went weak.

As for the few gorgeously dressed men and women who had entered with Xuanyuan Ming, they stared at Xuanyuan Yinyue in shock, their faces filled with disbelief.

Ignoring the shocked expressions of the others, Xuanyuan Yinyue said calmly to Xuanyuan Ming, "Have them all leave, and send some hot water over!"

Her tone was faint, yet it carried an irresistible, magical authority. In his panic, Xuanyuan Ming didn't even realize that Xuanyuan Yinyue was actually speaking to him in a commanding tone!

It was precisely because of the natural way Xuanyuan Yinyue spoke that Xuanyuan Ming immediately noticed she was different from before. Her purple eyes were clear—where was there any trace of the dullness from before?

"Yinyue, you must hold on. I will have it done at once!" Xuanyuan Ming said, nervous and agitated.

With that, Xuanyuan Ming roared at the people standing at the door, "Did you not hear the Eldest Princess? Go and bring hot water here!"

"And you lot, are you standing there like door gods? Yinyue needs quiet to recover, get out!"

Xuanyuan Ming’s roar made the small hand Xuanyuan Yinyue was using to stitch her wound tremble slightly. She rolled her eyes, speechless.

Quiet to recover? You’re the loudest one here, aren't you?