Hidden Marriage, Overbearing Love: Mr! Please Let Me Go

Xia Qingqian slowly sat down against the stone door, her body convulsing in pain, unable to think about anything!

Are she and her children going to die here? If she doesn’t give birth soon, the children will only die in the womb!

But how can she deliver the baby by herself?

Just when Xia Qingqian was in despair, the stone chamber suddenly lit up with light, the unexpected brightness causing her to squint her eyes involuntarily.

”Xia, Xia Qingqian?” A woman’s voice suddenly shrieked, then drew out once she clearly saw the woman sitting on the ground.

Hearing someone call her name, Xia Qingqian hurriedly opened her eyes, taking in the sight of the woman in black standing not far away, and urgently beckoned, ”Madam Rong! Save my child, I’m about to give birth!”

Both being women, and Madam Rong having experienced childbirth herself, she felt compassion seeing Xia Qingqian in such pain and quickly went over, supporting her to a room.

Inside, everything they might need was available, just like a home.

Madam Rong helped Xia Qingqian lie down on the bed, then said, ”Endure for a moment, I’ll fetch some hot water and call for help!”

Xia Qingqian nodded in pain, gritting her teeth, unable to speak.

Madam Rong said she would call for help; could there be others living here? Isn’t this place forbidden? Why is Madam Rong here?

In no time, Madam Rong brought in a basin of hot water, followed by another person, Xia Qingqian slightly turned her head, faintly seeing the woman in a snow-white dress, with long wavy hair cascading naturally over her waist, like a queen stepping out from a fairytale.

She was so dignified and luxurious.

Yet, the woman’s face was icy cold, almost translucent in color.

Perhaps it was due to long absence from sunlight.

”Who is this?” A voice, ethereal and distant, escaped from the noblewoman’s mouth; her hands gently rested at her waist, her gaze calm and unwavering.

Even though she was speaking right beside Madam Rong and Xia Qingqian, it felt as if her words were an echo from a distant mountain.

”Replying to the Great Madam, she is Young Master Yao’s woman...” Madam Rong softly responded to the woman.

”Young Master Yao’s woman?” Hearing Beitang Yao’s name, the woman slightly furrowed her brows, her gaze falling on Xia Qingqian, observing her greatly swollen belly, then asked, ”Is this child Yao’s?”

Great Madam?

Xia Qingqian, in pain, couldn’t even open her eyes, but hearing Madam Rong refer to the Great Madam, her senses cleared a little.

The title Great Madam was familiar; it was Young Master Yao’s mother!

But hadn’t Young Master Yao’s mother died in a car accident eighteen years ago?

Who is the Great Madam now?

Could it be a supernatural event?

”Yes, Great Madam, please help me deliver her!” Madam Rong thought of reconciling with Beitang Huan, remembering how Xia Qingqian had somewhat helped in the past.

Moreover, she was carrying the bloodline of the Beitang Family; her child might even become the heir of the Beitang Family. Also, Xia Qingqian’s status was different now, Beitang Yao had openly stated that once she had given birth and recovered, they would marry.

The inevitable Young Madam of the Beitang Family belonged solely to Xia Qingqian.