"Ugh!"
The abdomen, which had been tightening in waves, suddenly brought a dull pain, catching Shang Ruyi off guard. Her body leaned against the couch.
Tushere, standing beside her, was taken aback and dashed forward to support her. Su Qinglan, who had been sitting next to them in conversation, also jumped up in fright, "Princess, what's wrong?"
Shang Ruyi did not speak, and she looked down at her belly again. The feeling suddenly vanished, but the high bulge of her belly was no longer stable. Since early morning, she had felt some tension, and now a continuous wave of indistinct, faint pain came from within. Although not severe, it made her extremely anxious, and cold sweat immediately covered her forehead.
Su Qinglan was also sweating nervously, "Princess, is it time to give birth?"
"I, I don't know either."
