Inlaid With Jade - Chapter 104

Chapter 104
As wished

When Li Heming arrived at the mansion, people had surrounded the bedroom. Several brown wooden chairs were at the door, and two imperial physicians were sitting with medicine boxes to prevent accidents.

Lin Jing walked back and forth anxiously at the door with his hands behind his back. Uncle Chen was waiting in the yard with a dozen people, worrying he would need someone later.

The bedroom door was half open, and the maids and grannies kept going in and out with copper basins and wooden trays. Clean hot water was sent in, quickly brought out, and poured into the yard. It was bloody as if it had been dyed red by ink, which was frightening.

Lin Jing’s face relaxed when he saw Li Heming striding into the yard. He stopped a maid and said quickly, “Go and tell your madam that her husband is back.”

The maid nodded and walked in quickly.

Since ancient times, people said that giving birth was like going through the gates of hell for women. In the short time that Li Heming walked from the courtyard gate to the room’s door, he finally understood what this meant when he saw the maid bringing half a basin of blood out of the room and pouring it on the ground.

“Ah——”

Suddenly, Lin Yu’s cry came from the room. Because of the unbearable pain, the sound was long and trembling, and it seemed to ring in Li Heming’s ears.

He frowned, walked without stopping, and rushed into the room without thinking, but Uncle Chen stopped him quickly: “Master, you, you can’t come in!”

Li Heming didn’t expect to be stopped. He looked at the door anxiously, and the veins on his forehead burst out in anxiety. In a deep voice, he said, “Get out of the way!”

Lin Yu had been delivering almost an incense stick. Before Li Heming came back, she didn’t know how many times she called “Second Brother” in extreme pain. Her voice was hoarse, which distressed Lin Jing.

Lin Jing naturally sided with his sister. When Li Heming was stopped, he stepped forward to pull Uncle Chen: “Why can’t he enter? I also entered the inner room when my wife gave birth, and both mother and child were safe, and everything was fine.”

It was a rule pa$sed down for thousands of years that men could not enter the inner room when their wives gave birth, but Uncle Chen did not stop Li Heming because of this. He said: “Master is different from you. Master is–“

Uncle Chen did not finish his words, and Lin Yu was crying in the room again: “Ah–Second Brother–“

She cried pitifully, and her voice was urgent and weak. Although she only called her name, Li Heming knew Lin Yu wanted him to go in and accompany her. The man who did not change his face even when he entered the imperial prison was now anxious and red-eyed. Li Heming stretched out his hand to press the sheath and said regardless: “I say it again, move!”

Uncle Chen and Lin Jing did not have time to react. Seeing that Li Heming seemed about to use the sword, the two imperial doctors were frightened; their faces changed, and they stood up directly.

A kinder imperial physician hurriedly explained to Old Chen: “This old servant must have good intentions. Lord Li, please don’t use the sword! You have been in charge of the Northern Office for many years and have more or less killed several lives. You are born with bad luck. If you enter the room, you may harm the pregnant woman and the unborn child. Don’t be anxious!”

The imperial physician’s words were blunt, although a little ignorant, but they involved Lin Yu, which scared Li Heming.

He knew nothing about women’s childbirth, so he had never heard of such a saying. He didn’t believe it, but worrying made him confused. In this situation, even the strange and supernatural became the golden rule.

Uncle Chen saw Li Heming’s forehead sweating, and he couldn’t bear it: “I know you are worried, but this saying has been passed down to this day. There must be a reason for it. We must consider it.”

Old people were used to seeing too many things in the world that could not be changed by human power, and they always believed in ghosts and gods in their hearts, but Lin Jing didn’t take it seriously: “Folk rumors are groundless and unfounded, so why should we be afraid?”

Li Heming was anxious and in a mess. He didn’t know whether to go in or wait. At this moment, Lin Yu’s crying came from the room again.

The maid had told Lin Yu the news that Li Heming had returned. She called several times but couldn’t see his shadow. She was so angry and aggrieved that she stammered and cursed: “Li Heming, bastard, wu…get in — get in here!”

She cried miserably, but her curse was powerful. She was probably in great pain, so she cursed like a rogue shrew.

Lin Yu had been brilliant and polite since she was a child. Lin Jing had never heard her spit out vulgar words. Suddenly hearing her cursing, he couldn’t help but be shocked and mutter inwardly: How could my well-behaved little sister become so fierce now?

However, he felt relaxed a little. She still had the energy to curse, meaning she was in good spirits and nothing serious happened. The two doctors probably thought so, too, and they stroked their beards and sat back down with peace of mind.

Only Li Heming looked increasingly flustered after hearing Lin Yu tell him to get in. He threw the physician’s words behind his head, pushed Uncle Chen aside, and rushed in.

Lin Jing followed him and grabbed him: “Sword, sword! Whose child was born with a sword in his father’s arms.”

Li Heming paused, took out the sword, and threw it to Lin Jing, calling “Qiqi” as he entered the door.

Uncle Chen saw that he couldn’t stop him, so he put his hands together and faced the west to pray for blessings: “Amitabha, Buddha, please don’t blame, Buddha, please don’t blame.”

Soon, the crying in the room became quieter. Lin Jing listened carefully, not knowing whether he had heard it wrong. He seemed to hear a crisp slap, followed by Lin Yu’s vague complaints of grievance. Li Heming’s voice was unheard, but it was easy to guess that he was whispering to admit his mistakes and coax the person on the bed.

Lin Jing put down Li Heming’s sword, followed Uncle Chen’s example, closed his eyes towards the sunset in the sky, raised his hands, and worshiped the Three Pure Ones and the Bodhisattva Tianzun.

After praying for the well-being of mother and child, he prayed for the safety and togetherness of the family of three. With greed, he also wished for the stability of the people and the dynasty. There were too many requests, which weren’t easy to understand, so he recited them again.

Perhaps the gods and Buddhas heard the wish and sent a long breeze from the sky to blow through the courtyard, through the busy streets and quiet alleys, towards the clouds and mountains, and finally to the sycamore tree full of marriage cards. The sunset was beautiful, and the cards were swaying gently. On one of the wooden cards high on the branch, someone had written a line of words at some point –

May there be love in the world, and everything goes as wished.

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