The child looks somewhat like Ping An.

It looks somewhat similar to the mask on Lu Wujiu's face!

Oh my god!

Things seem to be getting complicated.

"Mother, who is that?" The little girl also had a bad feeling. She glanced at Su Jiaoniang and asked the question that was on her mind.

Su Jiaoniang covered the little girl's eyes.

He whispered, "They're opera performers!"

No matter who guesses, they would all think this child is the regent's legitimate son, the heir of the royal family.

At this moment, Lu Wujiu was disguised as the regent, and his every move was being observed.

Even tigers don't eat their cubs. Even if some people in the know understand that this former princess had an affair, the child is still the prince's.

The prince can be ruthless towards her.

We can't let a child be without a mother!

This is a difficult problem!

Su Jiaoniang walked into Lu Wujiu's study, which was empty and deserted.

I sat at my desk in the study.

Looking at the thick stack of official documents on the desk.

Su Jiaoniang flipped through it.

The little girl followed along and looked through them!

Su Jiaoniang looked at the little girl and asked, "Can you understand it?"

"I can understand it. It says here that the Luanxi River was flooded, and the people's grain and houses were washed away. They have nowhere to live and nothing to eat, and they are starving to death!"

After Xiaoya finished speaking, a hint of melancholy appeared on her face.

"Mother, what should we do? I can give my inkstone to Mr. Feng to make his life easier, but I don't have enough money to help so many people."

"Then what do you think we should do?" Su Jiaoniang rested her cheek on her hand, her gaze falling on Xiaoya.

Xiao Ya thought for a while and said, "Let Brother Changsheng send people to deliver clothes and food. That way we can survive. These people are all Brother Changsheng's subjects. He can't just ignore them!"