Mr. Mu was stunned by Mo Xiao's question, and then he said: "The queen gave birth to blood, Your Majesty should avoid it."

In fact, most people now believe that a woman’s delivery room is ominous, so men will not set foot in the delivery room, especially the powerful and wealthy, who are more particular about this.

Throughout history, no emperor had ever waited in the delivery room for his concubine to give birth, so Mr. Mu naturally thought that Mo Xiao would also be waiting outside the door.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xiao did not intend to move even a step, and said in a deep voice: "I will stay here today and accompany her all the time."

"Okay, just do your thing and pretend I don't exist. I won't interfere with you."

Mr. Mu: "..."

Mr. Mu and Doctor Chen looked at each other. Doctor Chen's eyes were full of requests for help. With His Majesty here, he felt it was difficult to breathe. How could he pretend that Mo Xiao didn't exist?

Mr. Mu shook his head at Doctor Chen. Based on his understanding of Mo Xiao, he knew that Mo Xiao was a man of his words. If he said he would stay here today, then he would definitely stay here and had no intention of leaving.

Doctor Chen's mouth twitched. There was really no other way. This was the only way.

On the other side, Lin Jiuqing already had a feeling.

Although the bowl of Ma Fei Tang temporarily prevented her from feeling severe pain, the feeling of discomfort was still strong.

The midwives also came in from outside at this time. At first, they were a little uncomfortable seeing Mo Xiao here. Later, as Lin Jiuqing got angry, these midwives no longer cared about His Majesty and began to focus all their attention on Lin Jiuqing.

At first, Mo Xiao was sitting beside the bed watching over Lin Jiuqing, but later he was driven away by Mr. Mu and the midwives and squeezed outside the crowd. He could only stretch his neck to look inside.

The only voices that could be heard in the entire room were those of Mr. Mu and the midwife. Lin Jiuqing did not utter a word from beginning to end.

Mo Xiao couldn't hear Lin Jiuqing's voice, and after a while he couldn't help but ask, "How is he? Is he okay?"

No one present paid any attention to him.

Mr. Mu: "Madam, take a breath first, and then push harder when I tell you to."

"My lady, you are doing very well. It is almost there. I can see the end."

……

Mo Xiao's ears were filled with words that he completely didn't understand, but some of the words still made his scalp tingle and the hairs on his body stood up.

He was standing there, unable to help in any way. Listening to these words and watching this scene, he felt as if his soul was floating away.

He felt anxious, fearful, and deeply powerless.

Time seemed to slow down, as if it was as long as a lifetime, making him wonder why it wasn't over yet.

He didn't know how long it had been, but he suddenly heard Mr. Mu's surprised voice: "It's out!"

Mo Xiao shuddered and his vision instantly focused. He saw clearly that Mr. Mu was holding a wrinkled baby in his hands. The baby's body was covered with a layer of white greasy substance and some blood. It did not look good.

Mo Xiao took a step forward, his fingers feeling very numb.

Mr. Mu took the cloth that he had prepared long ago, wiped the child clean carefully, and then wrapped him in a swaddling cloth.

After doing all this, Mr. Mu looked around and saw Mo Xiao standing there numbly. He took a few steps over and put the child in Mo Xiao's hands: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, it's a little prince."

Mo Xiao: “…”

He suspected that he was dreaming.