Chang Jiao carried the child into the inner room and said calmly, "They brought Brother Lin back."

Looking at the child in her arms, tears welled up in Old Madam Chang's eyes. "Have you asked them why?"

Chang Jiao shook her head. "Is there any need to ask?"

She just sent the divorce papers over by the mosquito, and now she's sending the child over too. What does this mean, Madam Chang? Does she really not understand?

As soon as Madam Chang took the baby in her arms, tears streamed down her face and fell onto the swaddling clothes.

"I..." She was at her wit's end.

She couldn't hold on any longer, but who else could she entrust Lin Ge'er to?

"Help me up, let's go find the prince."

"What else do you want to do?" Now that things are like this, what's the point of going to Shang Tian again?

Madam Chang gritted her teeth and said, "After the war, there will surely be many orphans. The prince must have made arrangements. I want to send Brother Lin to keep them company."

Orphan...orphan...

These two words lingered in Chang Jiao's ears like a spell.

What should she do?

Do we really want to watch Lin Ge'er be sent to keep the orphans company?

Even if Shang Tian is very kind, the people he takes care of are ultimately different from his own elders.

Is the last child of the Chang family really destined for such an end?

Chang Jiao took a deep breath and said, "I will raise him." She took the child from Old Madam Chang's arms, gritted her teeth, and walked out of the Chang family home.

Standing at the entrance of the Chang family home, she felt a moment of bewilderment.

Who should she go to?

She was faced with two choices: one was to become Shang Tian's slave, and the other was to marry Wenzi.

mosquito......

The image of a mosquito involuntarily appeared in her mind. She took a deep breath and walked towards the mosquito's home.

She knocked on the door and asked, "Is Mr. Mosquito home?"

Mosquito opened the door, glanced indifferently at the child in her arms, stepped aside to let her in, and said, "Let's talk inside."

"Okay." Chang Jiao carried the child into the house, and Wen Zi didn't lock the door.

He poured her a cup of tea and asked bluntly, "Have you thought it through?"

"Yes," Chang Jiao said with a hint of shyness, "but I want to take this child with me."

Mosquito felt incredibly heartbroken. Even though Shang Tian had told him all of this, he still couldn't help but feel sorry for her seeing her so aggrieved.

She shouldn't be like this. She should be a pampered girl, someone who is always cherished and spoiled. She should be unreasonable and carefree.

But now... but now, she has sacrificed her entire life for the sake of a distant relative's child.

"No regrets?"

No regrets.

Mosquito didn't try to persuade him any further, only saying, "I will explain things to the young master and arrange the wedding date as soon as possible. You should be prepared."

"Yes." Chang Jiao nodded obediently.

After she left, Mosquito, carrying a flask of wine, went to the Shang family's door.

"Young Master," he said pitifully, "could you have a drink with me?"

Shang Tian nodded, poured him a glass of wine, and asked, "She won't agree?"

Mosquito shook its head, "I agreed, but I feel sorry for her when I see her like that."

She shouldn't be like that.

That shouldn't be the case.

"Then you won't marry me?"

"No," the mosquito said firmly. "I've driven her to this point, and now I'm telling her I won't marry her. How desperate she must be."

I married her, and I will treat her well for the rest of my life.

"Then why are you still drinking? Why don't you hurry home and get ready?"

Three days from now will be an auspicious day.

Mosquito: "Isn't this a bit too hasty?"