Gu Youyou sensed something was wrong—her water broke first, unlike Miss Du's case.
She said urgently, "No, I'm one of those who has a fast labor; there's no time, help me to the couch quickly."
At this moment, how could Miss Du, tired as she might be, manage to sleep? She busily struggled to sit up in bed to watch Gu Youyou.
The contractions started quickly, the pain coming at a very fast frequency. She hadn't guessed wrong; she was indeed the type to give birth quickly.
Cuiya, holding the baby, at a loss whether to turn left or right, said, "What do we do now? Should I help?"
Miss Du said, "Put the baby on the bed, and hurry to boil some hot water."
No outsiders were allowed in this yard; they had to deal with it by themselves.
Xiang Chun urgently said, "I... I'm going to notify the Eldest Prince."
Gu Youyou stopped him, saying, "There's no time, bring me the ginseng soup."
Besides, Miss Du was still here. How could they let him in?
