Zhuang Xiaoyu raised her chin, signaled Yinling to put all these things on the carriage, and said to the lotus: "Here are the cloths, bedding and clothes I bought for the children, and they won't be needed anyway if they stay with me. Sent it to you to take back."

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaoyu was determined to drive the family of three out of the house, He Hua had to say goodbye to Zhuang Xiaoyu crying, and left with Ma Liuyi with a carriage and the child in her arms.

Zhuang Qingyun had just returned to the priest's mansion when he heard that Ma Liu and He Hua had left with their children in their arms. Immediately, he felt that one head and two were big, and he rubbed his brows tiredly.

He only knew that Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Xiaoyu got into a quarrel a few days ago for some reason. Qin Wuyan left everything behind and guarded Zhuang Xiaoyu for several days. He thought the two had reconciled, but who knew... ..

It turned out that the child's matter was brought to light!

Zhuang Qingyun didn't dare to go into this muddy water, and planned to let Qin Wuyan solve this matter by himself.

He was ashamed of Zhuang Xiaoyu, and he was ashamed to face her.

When Qin Wuyan stepped into the bedroom, he thought that Zhuang Xiaoyu would be haggard and would not think about eating and drinking, but he didn't expect that Zhuang Xiaoyu was sewing a new thin cotton coat, which was exactly the same as the one she had stitched before, with fox circles around the collar and cuffs. White hair, red satin, looking beaming.

The cloth and cotton wool for making the tiger head hat were placed on the table. Even though he knew that he had come in, Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't even raise his eyelids.

Qin Wuyan didn't know what to say, sat down beside her, and asked, "Don't you like children, why don't you keep that child?"

Zhuang Xiaoyu picked up the scissors, cut off the end of the thread, and said softly, "I like my own, I don't like other people's."

Qin Wuyan paused for a moment, and planned to ask if you liked Min Huizhu's child as well, but he didn't say these words after all.

However, Zhuang Xiaoyu seemed to see through Qin Wuyan's thoughts: "At the beginning, I thought I couldn't have children, so I thought about adopting other people's children. Later, when I was able to have children myself, I realized what it's like to lose a child.

In this world, not all women can be like the young lady of the Min family, who can do everything she can, those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me perish, even their own flesh and blood..."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu yawned, put down the needle and thread in his hand, went to the bed and lay down: "Forget about the hundred-day banquet."

As for how Qin Wuyan should explain the matter of the child to the big families, Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't bother to worry about it.

Qin Wuyan looked at Zhuang Xiaoyu's back, blew out the candle, followed her on the bed, lay down beside her, and held her hand: "Xiaoyu, I will definitely find a way to make you conceive again. Our children's."

Zhuang Xiaoyu took his fingers out of Qin Wuyan's palm, yawned again, and said softly: "Let's talk about the future, it's late, go to sleep."

After a while, the sound of even breathing rang in Qin Wuyan's ears.

Zhuang Xiaoyu actually fell asleep.

Qin Wuyan only felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Qin Wuyan had no choice but to arrange for the girls and women in the yard to stay by Zhuang Xiaoyu's side every step of the way, fearing that Zhuang Xiaoyu would not be able to think about it, so he would kill himself.

Fortunately, Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't seem to have the slightest sign of committing suicide. She shut herself in the bedroom all day without leaving the door, sewing all kinds of clothes, shoes, socks and hats for children.

Her needlework is getting better and better every day, and she can embroider simple leaves and small animals such as cats and dogs on the children's coats......