The next day, just after noon, Xiao Wanyi went into labor.
The servants in the courtyard were well-trained and didn't panic; they went about their duties calmly.
Chu Hanlin and Madam Shen arrived immediately upon hearing the news.
"How is it going?" Madam Shen asked anxiously.
She had rushed over so quickly that, despite the early winter chill, her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat.
"Mother, Wanyi has just started labor; it won't be over soon," Chu Ye said. "But Sixth Sister is already inside and says that Wanyi's condition is good."
Madam Shen sighed with relief and clasped her hands together, murmuring, "May the Bodhisattva bless them both with safety and peace."
Chu Hanlin chuckled, "I told you not to rush, but you insisted on coming hurriedly."
Madam Shen shot him a look. "And I wonder who was so impatient that they almost tripped over their own shoes and nearly fell?"
Chu Hanlin, of course, denied it. "Who was so flustered?"