The Scoundrel and the Vile Woman
Torrential rain poured down, engulfing the grand sleeping chamber. Not a soul could be seen within its vastness. "Ah... my stomach hurts so much! Someone, please come!" Gu Shiyan clutched her nine-month pregnant belly and writhed on the bed incessantly. The pain was accompanied by cold sweat, and her cries left her voice hoarse. Despite the presence of many guards outside the chamber, not a single person entered.
Suddenly, a warm liquid flowed from her lower body. Gu Shiyan was taken aback. "My child, my child..." She hadn't reached the due date yet, so how could her amniotic fluid suddenly break? Fear of losing her child consumed her, compelling her to struggle and crawl off the bed.
"Hexiang, where are you? Is anyone there?" Just as she stepped onto the ground, darkness enveloped her vision. She stumbled and fell heavily to the floor. Fortunately, she protected her abdomen tightly, ensuring her child remained unharmed. The pain in her abdomen grew increasingly intense.