After the princess was reborn, she kissed the ruthless kidnapper

Chapter 229 "Changle, I'll wait for you, but can you please not sleep too long..."

Changle...

Changle, don't leave me.

Please, Changle, don't leave me alone...

Jiang Ci'an stood outside the door in a daze, his hands and feet cold.

Compared to the last time he heard Shen Changle's screams of pain outside the delivery room, the silence this time made him even more devastated.

The tumbling flesh and the bursting belly flashed before his eyes again and again...

He really didn't know what to do...

"Ci'an! What happened?"

Jiang Wen received the news and rushed over.

Seeing him standing outside the door with blood on his hands, I was also shocked.

Holding his shoulders and turning him around, I saw that there was a wound bleeding on his half-exposed chest.

"You, you are injured, go bandage it!"

Jiang Ci'an stared blankly at the wound on his chest, his brain slowly and with difficulty understanding Jiang Wen's words. After a long while, he shook his head hesitantly.

"No, wait for Changle, I want to wait for Changle..."

"Ci'an, I've asked around, and childbirth is very slow, not that fast. You should go bandage it first..."

“Wow, wow, wow—”

Before Jiang Wen could finish his words, the faint cry of a baby could be heard from inside.

He was a little confused.

"How come it's so fast? Didn't the imperial physician say it would take at least an hour?"

Jiang Ci'an shook his head, and when he turned around, tears were streaming down his face.

"Changle, cut open his own... stomach..."

"what?"

Seeing that he was unstable, Jiang Wen hurried forward and hugged him.

"Ci'an, you, don't get excited first, let's ask the imperial physician first."

Immediately afterwards, a midwife came out from the inner room holding the child.

Sweating profusely and looking nervous.

"Your Highness, Commander Jiang, the Crown Princess has given birth to a little boy."

"Where's Changle? How's Changle?"

Jiang Ci'an rushed over and grabbed her collar.

"Is she..."

The midwife hurriedly hugged the child in her arms, as he shook her so hard that she couldn't stand steadily.

"Don't worry, Your Highness. The doctors are still helping the Crown Princess sew up her wounds... I think she'll be fine."

Not dead...

Changle is not dead!

It’s good that you’re not dead!

He pushed the midwife away and stumbled inside.

Fortunately, Jiang Wen pulled him back.

"Ci'an, don't be anxious. Don't disturb the imperial physician from saving the patient. Let's...let's take a look at the child first."

How could Jiang Ci'an be in such a mood?

Leaning against the door, my heart was beating like a drum.

Seeing that his emotions had calmed down, Jiang Wen went to look at the child in the midwife's arms.

I saw the wrinkled little baby with wet hair, eyes closed, and purple face, and it didn't look very healthy.

He was a little puzzled and asked the midwife doubtfully.

"This child...are all children born like this? Why does he look so scary?"

"Uh...Reporting to Commander Jiang, the young master may have taken too many drugs in his mother's womb, and his body is a little weak.

If I don’t take good care of it in the future, I’m afraid…”

She stole a glance at Jiang Wen and the distracted Jiang Ci'an, and whispered:

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to support him."

"what?"

Jiang Wen took a half step back in shock and looked at Jiang Ci'an helplessly.

But now Jiang Ci'an has no time to care about these things!

Changle's life or death is uncertain, and he himself doesn't want to live anymore, so how can he have the energy to care about anything else?

If Changle were alive, he could be a good father, a good son, and a good emperor;

But if Changle is not there, what is the point of him doing all this?

What's the point of him living...?

My thoughts were in a mess and my whole body was shaking...

He buried his face in his hands, wishing he could crush his head!

I don’t know how long it took, but the door behind me finally opened again.

The smell of blood spread, he turned around hurriedly, and grabbed the imperial physician's arm in a trance.

Asked anxiously:

"Changle, how is it?"

Several imperial doctors looked at each other and knelt down.

Jiang Ci'an's heart was in his throat, and he subconsciously took a step back on his tiptoes, trying to avoid their next words.

His fists were clenched and his breathing was rapid.

His eyes were fixed on the group of imperial doctors, and he didn't dare to look up at Shen Changle lying on the bed.

He fears……

"Reporting to His Royal Highness, we have sutured the Crown Princess's wound, but we don't know when she will wake up..."

I wonder when I will wake up?

"What do you mean you don't know when you'll wake up?"

The leading physician hesitated, and the physician behind him answered on his behalf.

"Your Highness, the Crown Princess's pulse is very strange. It seems that the medicine has protected her heart meridian, but the poison has not completely dissipated.

Maybe... maybe once the remaining poison is cleared, the Crown Princess will be able to wake up..."

"So, how long will it take?"

The imperial doctors looked at each other, and no one dared to answer this question.

"Tell me! How long will it take!"

"As short as ten days and a half months, as long as ten or eight years..."

Ten days and half a month...

Ten or eight years...

"So, she will wake up sooner or later, right?"

Jiang Ci'an's eyes were red, but he was forcing a smile on his lips.

It sounds like a question, but also like a soliloquy.

"As long as she can wake up, as long as there is time... I can wait for her..."

"Your Highness, your injuries..."

The leading doctor saw that the blood on his body had not yet dried and asked to bandage him, but he was ignored.

He seemed relieved and staggered towards the cleaned bed.

Qingying, Ziyuan and the others were all sweating profusely and their steps were unsteady.

Seeing him coming, they all retreated with a glance.

The room was quiet again. Jiang Ci'an looked at Shen Changle lying quietly on the bed and could no longer hold back his emotions.

He knelt beside the bed and grabbed her slightly cold hand.

He felt her weak pulse and burst into tears.

"Changle, didn't you say... that we should live a good life together? Why, why did you treat me like this?"

He took her hand and pressed it against his face.

Just like her gentle touch in the past, she helped wipe away her tears.

Touch me again, Changle...

Kiss me again...

He tilted his head and rubbed her palm.

With his hazy consciousness, he climbed onto the bed and held her in his arms.

Trembling hands...

He carefully brushed across the suture scar on her abdomen, then instantly flicked it open.

My originally damp mood suddenly became a little more open-minded.

Fortunately, Changle was unconscious...

Otherwise, such a wound would be so painful...

"Changle, I'll wait for you... I'm willing to wait for you, but can you please promise me not to sleep too long...

I’m afraid… I’m afraid I can’t hold on…”

He leaned against her neck, just like before.

He thought, I'm just here and not going anywhere.

That way she could see him next to her as soon as she opened her eyes.

He believed that Changle would not let her wait too long, and he would always be with her...