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The gauzy bed curtains hung low, with layer upon layer of drapes.

Inside, someone clutched the bedsheet tightly, his slender fingertips turning white. His swollen belly heaved violently. The other person held his hand tight. That was what kept him going.

"Ah, it hurts so much!"

"Shao'er!" The person seated beside the bed was full of worry, wishing he could take on some of the pain for the one lying there.

"Your Highness, push! The heir is about to be born. Push!"

"Ah!" The pain went on without end.

The sky began to turn pale, like that person's bloodless face.

"Your Highness, push! The heir's head is almost out. Push!"

"Ah!" Murong Yunshao summoned the last of his strength. At last, a soft, fleshy form slid out from between his legs. The faint cry of a baby rang out.

The instant the child was born, Murong Yunshao smiled with relief, his face filled with contentment and joy.

Tianman, Shao'er has finally given birth to your child.

At last, his eyes closed weakly...

Looking at Murong Yunshao's lifeless, pale face and tightly shut eyes on the bed, Ying Tianman kissed his slender hand and gently brushed the disheveled, sweat-damp hair from his brow. His heart ached terribly.

Shao'er, how can I treat you in this life to repay everything you've given me?

Shao'er, hold on. We will never be apart.

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