Murong Jiu gave birth very quickly this time.
From entering the birthing room to hearing the cries of the babies, it took less than half a shichen.
The siblings were born one after the other, as smoothly as if there were no obstacles, just like their lives were recorded in history books—utterly seamless.
Jun Yuyan's heart, which had just been lifted with worry, was quickly covered by joy.
He carried the cleaned-up twins to Murong Jiu's side, happily saying, "They look a lot like Zhijin and Zhiyu, but the sister seems to look more like me."
Murong Jiu, not tired from the childbirth and no longer in much pain, carefully examined the two little ones and nodded, saying:
"Xiao Si indeed looks more like you, now you should be happy,"
"I am happy no matter who they resemble, it's just that you've been through so much. I can't let you get pregnant again."
