Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

and Phoenix Palace, Chief Physician Lin and Imperial Physician Wu were already there.
The midwife had gone into the room.

The curtain at the front of the bed had been pulled open and a few midwives surrounded the bed, trying to calm Lu Liangwei down with soft voices.

“It’s going to be fine, Your Highness.
There’s no need to be nervous.
Judging by your current situation, it would take a while before you begin giving birth.”

There was a pillow supporting Lu Liangwei’s back.
Half of her body was lying down on the bed.
Even though Zhu Yu helped to wipe off her sweat as best as she could, her clothes were still completely drenched.

Long Yang returned to his normal self when he entered the room.
It was as if the person who had acted so abnormally in front of the imperial court officials was not him, but someone else.

When he entered, the midwives were about to say something and advise him to leave the room as men were not allowed to enter the room when a woman was in labor.
However, the thought of how much the Emperor adored the Empress made them swallow their words and they stood aside instead.

Long Yang sat down next to Lu Liangwei in bed and held her hand.
“Weiwei, how are you feeling right now?”

“It hurts a little,” Lu Liangwei replied honestly.
Just after she answered, she realized that His Majesty’s hand, which was holding hers, was actually trembling slightly.

She looked at his calm face in astonishment.

The next thing she knew, she suddenly let out a short laugh, her feeling of nervousness disappearing as she suddenly felt more relaxed.

She never thought she would witness the day when His Majesty would become a bag of nerves.

Long Yang was confused by her laughter.
He could not understand how she could still laugh in this situation.

This should be the time for her to lunge into his arms pitifully, demanding to be consoled.

Why was this situation different from how he imagined it to be?

Lu Liangwei pinched his tightly-wound arm.
“Are you feeling very nervous, Your Majesty?”

Long Yang shook his head.
“I’m not nervous.
I’m just worried that you are.”

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