Feng Yi watched the expressions flit across Song Yunzhao's face and assumed she was afraid. He squeezed her hand and said softly, "Don't be scared."
'Men don't have to give birth, of course they're not scared,' Song Yunzhao thought.
The Imperial Physician kept his head bowed, listening to the Emperor gently console Song Jieyu, and thought, 'The rumors of her immense favor are clearly true.'
Song Yunzhao collected her thoughts and extended her wrist, placing it on the pulse-taking pillow.
Xiangxue stepped forward and draped a handkerchief over Song Yunzhao's wrist. Only then did the Imperial Physician place his fingers upon it.
Song Yunzhao watched the Imperial Physician's expression, which remained completely unchanged, making it impossible to tell whether something was wrong or not.
After a good while, the Imperial Physician removed his fingers, stood up, and replied, "Replying to the Emperor, Song Jieyu is in good health. There is nothing amiss."
