Zhuang Xiaoyu walked to the front yard and looked at the bright lights in the lobby. She gathered up her cloak and asked the guard on duty: "Is there anything important today?"
"Reporting to Madam, the aristocratic family has sent a ceremonial officer here, and they are discussing with the housekeeper about the high priest's ascension to the throne in three months..."
"Oh, that's it!" Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded knowingly, looked at the brightly lit place for a moment, then turned around and walked back.
Back in his own courtyard, he saw that the lamp was still burning in the bedroom, but the lamp in the other room was off. Zhuang Xiaoyu thought that the lotus was still in the room coaxing the young master, so he gently pushed open the door and walked in... ...
There was no one in the room, Zhuang Xiaoyu was about to call for someone, but heard a movement from the side room next door, it was low sobbing.
Zhuang Xiaoyu approached on tiptoe, and through a crack in the door that was not closed tightly, a voice from inside came clearly:
"Don't cry, you have to leave the priest's mansion sooner or later anyway, it's better to leave sooner than later, just treat this child as not destined for us." It was a man's voice of persuasion.
The woman cried more and more depressed and sad: "I know, although we are his biological parents, the high priest and his wife are his biological parents. I just don't want him. Anyway, he is a piece of flesh that fell from me. Ah, woo woo woo..."
"Okay, okay, the older this child is, the more he looks like us. When this child is half a year old, if we stay in the mansion, no matter how much Madam loves this child, she will become suspicious of his life experience.
The money Master Qingyun gave us is enough for us to raise a few more children without worrying about food and clothing. We will have our own children. This child will stay in the priest's house and become the future high priest... ..”
Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't listen to what else the two people said.
She just felt that her whole body was spinning, and her eyes turned black, and she almost couldn't even stand still.
Zhuang Xiaoyu firmly supported the wall, forcing herself to wake up. After the initial dizziness passed, she supported the wall, moved to the side of the bed step by step, and leaned on the bed...
The candlelight in the house was dim and flickering, and a line of tears fell from the corner of Zhuang Xiaoyu's eyes, which wet the mandarin duck embroidered pillow...
This child was bought by Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Qingyun bought it from outside and raised it under her lap, so what about her child?
Where is her child?
Zhuang Xiaoyu's mind was buzzing, as if he heard the sharp and cruel voice of the wizard again: "Keep the big or keep the young, if you keep the young, the lady's hanging breath is just enough to give birth to the child, and then it will disappear Jade perish..."
The reason why she didn't die was because Qin Wuyan didn't choose to keep her young, but to abandon the child in her womb, and firmly and resolutely keep her life!
Her child has already passed away.
No wonder the lotus cried when she first took over the baby from the wizard. It was a mother's instinctive reaction. Giving up her child to another woman for upbringing has nothing to do with cutting out a mother's heart and soul. What's the difference?
The child is weak and sick, suffering from an incurable disease. Only the wizards in the priest's mansion can cure it. The child is sensitive and only feels safe about the smell of his mother, so no matter how clean she cleans herself up, when she goes to hold the child, The child would still cry out of breath, but as soon as the lotus took over, the child stopped crying.
The child has a weak stomach and can only eat the breast milk of the lotus flower. If he eats other people's breast milk, cow milk and goat milk, he will spit up milk, so Zhuang Qingyun had to bring the lotus flower into the priest's house, so that the lotus flower changed from the child's mother to a child. wet nurse...