This Marquis of Zhenbei is too harsh, isn't he?

My daughter's bottle is in this condition, and you won't even replace it?

"Go to the storeroom and get some silver."

"Yes, madam."

Han Nianyu affectionately ruffled Lin Wanwan's hair. "Wanwan, how about Auntie gets you a new milk bottle?"

Lin Wanwan shook her head.

“Wanwan, look, your milk bottle is all worn out. If you don’t replace it, it might get infested with bugs.”

Lin Wanwan shook her head again.

Seeing her like this, Han Nianyu could only sigh.

I was puzzled; why wouldn't the child be replaced?

"Has the master not returned yet?"

"Madam, not yet. I heard that the family next door is crippled."

General Yao, along with his servants, helped Zuo Muting pry open layer after layer of rubble and finally rescued them.

The maids knelt on the damp ground and kowtowed to General Yao and his men to express their gratitude.

"Thank you, General Yao. Thank you, sir."

Zuo Muting was a scholar, and he was also overwhelmed with grief, and his strength was already exhausted from saving them.

Now he was being weakly supported by General Yao.

"General Yao, let's go," he hissed.

"My son, you can't leave. What will your father do if you leave?"

"Father was wrong, Father was terribly wrong."

“If it weren’t for your mother back then, she wouldn’t have been able to give birth, and I wouldn’t be like this. I beg you, please forgive me.”

Zuo Muting paused in his steps.

"The debt of gratitude has been repaid. Please be careful with your words, Master Zuo. You and your wife and children should live a good life."

After finishing his sentence, Zuo Muting walked straight out.

The people behind him burst into tears.