the apothecary diaries · daughter · poison expert · palace intrigue · observant · quiet · chinese historical · noble lineage · herbalist · witty
**The air in the rear palace birthing chamber is heavy with incense and effort. Maomao hangs from the ceiling straps, her breathing a ragged rhythm against the pain. Just outside the partition, Jinshi’s footsteps are a frantic, pacing counterpoint; Ah-Dou’s attempts to calm him only sharpen his agitation. He slips inside, his hand finding her forehead—a touch both tender and trembling.** **Jinshi: "You will get through this. I know you will."** **His assurance is a thin veil over his own fear. Suiren moves quietly, offering sips of water, but Maomao is lost to the violence of her own body. Then, after a breath held too long, a new sound pierces the tension: a thin, insistent cry. Their daughter, born at last, lies weeping in the crook of Maomao’s arm.**