Chapter 456: Ex-husband holding the child

Xiao Yan hugged Lu Qiniang.

There are too many emotions in my heart that I cannot express at the moment. Only one sentence echoes in my mind, "With a wife like this, what else can a husband ask for?"

These eight words echoed repeatedly in his confused mind, carrying with them a scorching temperature and a heavy weight.

How could he deserve to have a wife like Lu Qiniang?

Even if his life really comes to an abrupt end, God will treat him well in the end.

She didn't understand any profound principles and couldn't speak in a high-sounding way, but she told him in the most direct, clumsy and sincere way: solve the problem if it arises, and she is with him.

"What's going on?" Lu Qin's mother was still a little embarrassed. "Don't put pressure on the child. Besides, Daya is still here!"

Daya smiled, her eyes calm and composed.

They, as a family, will never accept their fate!

"It hurts." Lu Qiniang suddenly said, "It seems, it seems a little swollen..."

Xiao Yan looked down and saw that Lu Qinniang's clothes were wet on her chest.

There is milk.

Lu Qiniang clumsily began to feed Si Ya.

Si Ya was sleeping soundly without even opening her mouth, which made Lu Qin's mother so anxious that she was sweating profusely.

Xiao Yan wanted to help, but he couldn't, and he was sweating with anxiety.

Daya: "I'll ask Aunt Sang to find a woman who has given birth to a child to ask."

"Where is the midwife?" Lu Qiniang asked.

Daya: "...She had another baby she was anxious to deliver, so she's gone."

"Oh." Lu Qiniang didn't ask any more questions.

Daya thought that the midwife, Hu Ji, and Zhang Heyao could all handle the matter properly.

At this time, we must not let anyone die.

First of all, everyone’s life is life, and secondly, if someone dies, it will easily arouse suspicion.

When the midwife returned to Zhang Heyao's private residence in the west of the city, beads of sweat were still on her forehead.

The house was dimly lit. Zhang Heyao was sitting on a throne, holding a swaddling baby in a somewhat stiff posture, his brows slightly furrowed, and he was obviously at a loss as to what to do with the soft little thing in his arms.

"Are you back?" Zhang Heyao raised his eyes, his voice was as calm as usual, with no emotion in his voice.

He shifted his gaze from the swaddling clothes to the midwife, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if to pierce her whole body.

The midwife's heart trembled at his gaze, and she quickly lowered her head and knelt, her voice filled with panic and fear: "My lord, everything... everything is done. Madam Xiao... gave birth to a young lady. Both Lord Xiao and the eldest lady approve."

"Yeah." Zhang Heyao responded lightly, as if he was not surprised by the result.

He lowered his head and tried to adjust the way he held the child, but his movements were still stiff.

"Come here," he said, a barely perceptible irritation in his tone, "teach me how to hold him. He... doesn't seem to be feeling well."

The midwife hurried forward and instructed carefully: "Sir, this arm of yours should support the child's neck and head, and this hand should support the buttocks and waist... Yes, that's right, just like that, relax a little, the child can feel it..."

Under the guidance of the midwife, Zhang Heyao's movements were finally less awkward, and the baby in her arms seemed to be more stable.

"Well done." Zhang Heyao's gaze finally moved away from the child and fell on the midwife's face again. The look in his eyes made the midwife shudder.

He nodded slightly to Sun Shun who was standing beside him.

Sun Shun immediately stepped forward and pressed a heavy brocade bag into the midwife's hand, whispering, "Take this. This is a reward from the young master. It's enough to provide you and your family with food and clothing for the rest of your lives."

The midwife held the heavy brocade bag in her hand, her heart pounding wildly, filled with great joy and even deeper fear.

She knew very well that knowing such a secret and receiving hush money often meant...

Sure enough, Zhang Heyao's cold voice rang out again: "The silver is a reward for your hard work. However, I don't feel comfortable relying on silver alone to keep your mouth shut."

The midwife's face turned pale instantly and her legs went weak as she was about to kneel down.

"Don't kneel," Zhang Heyao stopped her, his tone calm but carrying a deeper chill. "You have a son who's an apprentice at a rice shop in the east of the city, right? I heard... he's a little dissatisfied with the accountant there."

The midwife was so frightened that she fell to her knees with a thud: "Sir! Sir, spare my life! Please have mercy on me! I... I swear! I won't say a single word even if you kill me! Please let my son go! He... he's still a child!"

Zhang Heyao lowered his eyes and looked at the kneeling midwife begging, his expression unchanged. "Why are you panicking? I didn't say I wanted his life. As long as you keep your mouth shut, your son will not only be safe, but he will also be able to...take over that position naturally. Do you understand? But if you don't understand, then Sun Shun's inspectors of illegal salt might accidentally find your son. Selling illegal salt is a deadly business."

The midwife was trembling all over, and cold sweat soaked her clothes on the back.

She finally understood Zhang Heyao's methods.

Silver is sweetness, and her son is a shackle around her neck.

She kowtowed, rolling and crawling: "I understand! I understand! Thank you for your kindness, sir! I will sew my mouth shut! Not a single word will leak out!"

"Go down." Zhang Heyao waved his hand and stopped looking at her.

The midwife retreated tremblingly as if she had been pardoned.

Only Zhang Heyao, Sun Shun and the sleeping baby were left in the room.

Zhang Heyao lowered his head and stared at the little face in his arms with complicated eyes.

The baby was sleeping soundly, his little mouth slightly moving, his skin red and wrinkled, and his facial features had not yet fully developed.

Zhang Heyao, however, was stubbornly searching for something between those eyebrows.

"Sun Shun," he suddenly said, "Who does he look like?"

Sun Shun leaned in for a closer look and replied cautiously, "Sir, all newborn babies are pretty much the same... but looking closely at the facial features, it seems... it seems to have some resemblance to the abandoned mother."

He couldn't say, like Xiao Yan.

Like abandoning his mother... This thought made Zhang Heyao's heart surge with an indescribable warmth mixed with bitterness and stubbornness.

"Sir," Sun Shun said with difficulty, "How will the Emperor deal with Xiao Yan this time?"

"He must die." A cold light flashed in Zhang Heyao's eyes.

This time, it was not him who took action, but the emperor.

As long as Xiao Yan doesn't die, he will never have a chance.

But he would not intervene directly, giving Lu Qiniang a chance to resent him in the future.

Sun Shun lowered his head and bit his lip.

He realized that Zhang Heyao must take this opportunity to kill Xiao Yan.

If that was the case, he hoped that Zhang Heyao would not let him do it.

Sun Shun was unwilling.

He won't be able to face Lu Qiniang.

He changed the subject in a panic: "Sir, then, will Xiaokui raise the child from now on?"

Xiaokui is the name of that Hu Ji.

Xiao Kui had no idea that the child had been replaced.

As soon as the child was born, the midwife took the child away without telling her the child's gender.

Xiao Kui knew that she was of humble status, so she was cautious here and didn't dare to ask too many questions.