Bab 1093: Childbirth

Every time Yu Youyao finished walking, she was panting, as if she had been squeezed dry.

In her eighth month of pregnancy, Yu Youyao's stomach became bigger and bigger. Yu Youyao walked a little longer every day than before. No matter how hard it was, she endured it.

Yin Huaixi felt the same way. He felt his insides burning. He hugged her weak body and said in a hoarse voice, "No matter if this child is a boy or a girl, I won't let you give birth again in the future."

The Ruoshui Mountain Courtyard was quite successful. All the women of the Great Zhao Dynasty were proud to be able to study and read. Even the children of poor families would be sent to the cottage, the library, and the school to learn how to read. The enlightened image of the Northern Song Dynasty reappeared in the Great Zhao Dynasty. The Empress was no exception.

The million soldiers in her hands were not to be trifled with.

Yu Youyao took a deep breath, feeling terrible. "Okay."