"Can I take off the blindfold now?" Churi Huaizhu felt as if she had walked into a room, but then stopped here. Presumably, this was the final destination.
Wangquan Baoye personally removed the black cloth from in front of her eyes. Churi Huaizhu slowly opened her eyes. She seemed unable to adapt to the brightness at first. Gradually, she saw everything around through her fingers.
There was a large rack in front, with lights and shadow puppets behind. The characters were extremely lifelike.
"Huaizhu, sit down. Let's watch together." Wangquan Baoye helped Churi Huaizhu to a chair. The two of them sat right in the middle of the shadow puppet show.
At Wangquan Baoye's hint, the shadow puppet show slowly began.
A beautiful piece of music sounded from behind the screen. Several characters started to appear on the stage. It seemed that they were still wearing masks, just like the original Masked Group.
Then, a small male shadow puppet appeared. He was standing gracefully on a tree, while the female shadow puppet was on the ground, looking up at the one on the tree and saying, "A sword and a mask. Could this be the legendary sword immortal?"
Seeing this, Churi Huaizhu remembered the first time she met Wangquan Baoye.
"Hello, miss. Since you've woken up, I'd like to take the liberty to ask you for a favor." These were the first words Wangquan Baoye said to her when they first met, and she still remembered them clearly.
After that, the shadow puppet show presented all the stories of their acquaintance, encounter, understanding, and falling in love. The two of them lived happily together, from Huaizhu's pregnancy to giving birth, raising their children, and growing old together. The whole story was so wonderful that it made Churi Huaizhu cry her eyes out.
"Huaizhu, why have you been so tearful lately? Did the flood wash away the Dragon King's temple?" Wangquan Baoye wanted to tease Churi Huaizhu.
As a result, Churi Huaizhu was left not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She never expected that Wangquan Baoye would give her such a special gift. This kind of plot relieved her mood a bit and made her gradually forget about the nightmare.
"Come on, show me all your tricks. Let me see how capable you are."
Churi Huaizhu wiped away her tears and looked at the handsome man in front of her.
Wangquan Baoye took out a small cloth bag from his chest and handed it to Churi Huaizhu.
"What's this?" Churi Huaizhu was very confused.
"Open it and you'll know." Wangquan Baoye had a look of amusement on his face.
Churi Huaizhu slowly unwrapped the cloth bag. Inside was a small piece of clothing. The patterns on it were not very elaborate, but it was still quite nice.
There were four embroidered characters 'Huai Ye Chang Jiu' in the corner of the clothes. The style of the clothes was quite good.
"Is this... did you embroider this?" Churi Huaizhu's face showed an expression of disbelief.
Wangquan Baoye nodded, looking quite proud. He was very satisfied with his handicraft.
"How many things are you still hiding from me? I can't believe you can embroider! But you did a good job on our baby's clothes." Churi Huaizhu reached out and pinched Wangquan Baoye's face to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
Churi Huaizhu looked at the embroidery on the clothes and touched the stitches with her hand. Her heart was filled with warmth and she was very touched. She never thought that they would need to prepare these things now. Wangquan Baoye was so thoughtful.
Suddenly, Churi Huaizhu's expression changed. Her smile turned into a pained look. A sharp pain came from her stomach. She covered her stomach and tears fell from her eyes.
"Huaizhu, you... go back to the room quickly!" Wangquan Baoye was in a hurry. He quickly helped Churi Huaizhu back to their room, covered her with a quilt, and prepared everything.
In a hurry, Wangquan Baoye also called for the midwife. The servants were also bustling around, carrying hot water into the room.
"Hurry up! Where's the midwife? Where is she?" Wangquan Baoye shouted at the servants beside him. He was also very anxious. He had heard that giving birth was very painful, like walking through the gates of hell. He was very worried about Churi Huaizhu.
"Master! Master! The midwife will be here soon. She's already on the way!" Steward Fei also rushed over in a hurry after hearing the news.
Churi Huaizhu was lying in bed, enduring the sharp pain. She felt the baby moving around in her stomach. "Son, what are you struggling about in there?" Churi Huaizhu murmured while in pain.
"The midwife is here!" Someone in the panicked crowd shouted. Everyone looked towards the door.
The midwife also rushed in in a hurry. She stood beside Churi Huaizhu to check the situation and prepared to deliver the baby.
"I... I don't seem to have a stomachache anymore." Churi Huaizhu suddenly said. She slowly sat up in bed as if nothing had happened.
Hearing her voice, Wangquan Baoye also quickly walked in.
"Huaizhu, you... are you okay?" Wangquan Baoye looked very confused. Suddenly, he remembered that their baby wasn't even ten months old yet. He burst out laughing.
"Why were you in such a hurry?" Churi Huaizhu gave a charming smile. The tense atmosphere in the room eased a lot.
"Our young master is so cute. The baby isn't even ten months old yet, and he's already in a hurry to let it come out." The servants also joked on the side, which made everyone laugh.
At this time, Steward Fei walked in from outside. He was holding a lot of things in his hands, all kinds of things for Huaizhu's confinement and the baby. Everything was very well - prepared.
"Are you... not giving birth anymore?" Steward Fei asked in confusion.
He saw the happy smiles on everyone's faces, while Wangquan Baoye looked rather embarrassed.
"Our young master is a first - time father and has no experience yet! Haha, madam, don't be disappointed!" Steward Fei's old face was full of smiles. His joke made Churi Huaizhu laugh too.
After experiencing that terrifying stomachache, Churi Huaizhu didn't dare to mention this matter again, for fear that Wangquan Baoye would call a lot of people over again. The scene would be so embarrassing.
Another day, Churi Huaizhu was sitting in the room, covering her stomach. She looked very painful. The expression on her face had already been covered by pain, and beads of sweat began to ooze from her pores.
"What's wrong these days? Why do I always have a stomachache? Is it really this painful for a woman to be pregnant? Why didn't I see others like this in modern times? Why are my symptoms so severe?" Churi Huaizhu covered her stomach and murmured to herself.
After more than ten minutes, Churi Huaizhu slowly sat up straight. The pain had eased a lot. It wasn't as painful as when it first started.