I thought it would be nice if I could be this child's stepmother. I could be the princess of a county and have a child who could help me win favor. That would also be great.

Among them was Meng Niaoniao, who was deeply infatuated with Yan Zhuo. She stood not far from the carriage, her handkerchief about to be torn to pieces.

He said hatefully, "Bitch! Brother Zhuo was originally going to marry me, so the child he's holding now should be his and mine!"

Thinking of this, Meng Niaoniao ignored everything and walked towards Yan Zhuo with her skirt lifted.

When she got closer, she put on her most charming smile and the most beautiful posture, and bowed gently, "Your Highness, congratulations on the hundredth day of your first child's health."

She wanted to show her generous side so that Yan Zhuo might see her.

After all, although he was going to marry a principal wife, the two positions for concubines were still vacant. She didn't believe that the Bodhisattva of the Jiang family could really tolerate a favorite concubine and a concubine's eldest son.

Once Yan Zhuo is dissatisfied with Jiang Yilin, she will definitely have a chance!

So, Meng Niaoniao became even more enthusiastic, pretending to like the child very much. "Your Highness, this child really looks like you. He will definitely be handsome and intelligent when he grows up. Niaoniao heard that Your Highness's hand was injured. If Your Highness doesn't mind, you can let Niaoniao hold the child. Niaoniao has many brothers and sisters at home, so she is the best at taking care of children!"

She hated Jiang Ying and wanted to kill her, but if her son could be a stepping stone for her to enter the Prince's Mansion, then she could barely consider it and let the child grow up normally.

At this time, Jiang Ying was still in the car. When he heard Meng Niaoniao's voice, he subconsciously slowed down his pace of getting out of the car.

However, Yan Zhuo didn't give her the chance to be a coward. He glanced coldly at Meng Niaoniao who was approaching him, freed one hand, and tapped the carriage with his fingers, "Ying'er, it's time to get off."