Chapter 182 Congratulations, Auntie, for giving birth to a little girl
Lu Yin was very good at observing people's words and expressions. When she saw Zhao Yinlian's expression, her heart skipped a beat.
"Madam, the young master only has you to rely on now, you can't abandon him."
When Zhou Baili died of hemorrhage during childbirth, Lu Yin took the young master to see the marquis' wife, so she was not there when her master died.
When Lu Yin returned to the house, she found that Zhou Baili had died with her eyes open.
Lu Yin was not very satisfied with Zhou Baili's behavior, but her loyalty to her master was beyond doubt. Especially after Zhou Baili died of hemorrhage, she was the only one left with the child. Lu Yin spent a lot of energy to take care of the child.
She knew very well that there was only one reason why both the Marquis' Mansion and the Zhou Mansion attached importance to this child.
But the child is weak and now deaf. The other two concubines are about to give birth, so the child's future is destined to be bumpy. Lu Yin can only place her hope on Zhao Yinlian and pray that she will have some mercy on the child.
Lu Yin hoped that Zhao Yinlian would have sympathy for the bloodline left by her daughter. When she raised her eyelids and saw the indifference in Zhao Yinlian's eyes, Lu Yin felt a chill in her heart and slowly tightened her hands around the child.
"No matter how bad the Marquis' Mansion is, it still has the support of the Marquis and his wife. I am the only one left in the Zhou Mansion. I can't take care of this child."
Zhao Yinlian sighed deeply, completely disappointed in this child. She was so devastated that she wanted to ask the heavens and the earth why they treated her like this.
"The affairs of the Marquis' Mansion and the Marquis's Young Master are naturally taken care of by the Marquis and his men. It is not my turn as an outsider to comment on them." Zhao Yinlian's words had already made her intention clear. "Luyin, from now on, you should do your best to take care of the Young Master."
After the woman finished speaking, she left the mansion in a state of despair, supported by the nanny. She only asked Lu Yin to do her best to take care of the child, but did not mention growing up and raising the child, which was undoubtedly a fantasy.
From that day on, Zhao Yinlian put all her focus on Zhou Changying and no longer cared about the affairs of the Marquis' Mansion.
At first, the Marquis's Mansion did not give up on the child outright. They successively sought out famous doctors in the capital and neighboring cities. The Marquis even sent a letter to the palace to invite the imperial physician to treat the young prince, but all were helpless.
Doctor Bai, who is nowhere to be found, cannot be relied upon, which means that the child's illness is of unknown origin and no medical treatment can cure it.
After a month or so of hard work, the marquis' wife gave up when she realized that the child's hearing could not be restored. The couple's attention to the child diminished, and they tacitly gave up on the child.
"Madam, I heard that the young master couldn't eat much today. He vomited the milk he drank several times and is in a rage."
He is the only junior in the mansion, so if anything happens there, the servants will come and inform the marquis's wife.
The Marquis' wife has spent a lot of effort on this child, but there has been no improvement so far, and her heart has long since turned cold.
"Since he can't eat, let's wait an hour or two before feeding him. It's enough to leave one wet nurse over there to take care of him. With Lu Yin's help, there's no need to worry too much. The other wet nurses can go over to Aunt Hui and Aunt Qing to take care of him."
The Marquis’s wife waved her hand and gave the order without changing her expression.
That child is too weak. In fact, as long as we don't pay too much attention to him, it would be enough to leave only two people to serve him. The old woman who came to deliver the message was stunned. The two maids sent by the Zhou Mansion had just returned. Was the Marquis's wife going to remove most of the servants in the young master's room?
Although somewhat surprised, the servants understood what the Marquis's wife meant and did as she instructed.
The marquis's wife looked at the flickering candle on the candlestick with a slightly frown on her face. The child born by Zhou Baihe was useless. Now she could only wait and see whether the children born by the two concubines were boys or girls.
Thinking of the two unborn grandchildren in the two concubines' bellies, the Marquis's depressed mood lightened a little, and she comforted herself that there was still hope.
Therefore, in the following time, the Marquis's wife focused her attention on the two concubines.
As for the eldest grandson, if he fell ill, they would ask someone to call a doctor and give him any medicine he needed, but the Marquis's wife and the Marquis never went to see the child again.
After waiting for a long time, the day of the concubine's delivery finally came. However, one rainy night, the servant came to the marquis's wife crawling and said that Concubine Qing had miscarried.
"Isn't it time to give birth? Even if it's a premature birth, we have to keep this baby!"
It was already late at night when the servant came to deliver the message. The marquis's wife was undressing to rest and was woken up from her sleep. She sat up and asked to save the child first, just as she did with Zhou Baili.
The servant who came in the rain was soaked, but he didn't care about that at the moment: "Mrs. Qing rolled down the steps under the corridor and hit the stone pillar of the stone lamp on the side of the road, injuring the baby in her belly, and she lost a lot of blood!"
"Stop talking nonsense! Where is the person now?" The marquis's wife interrupted the servant impatiently.
"Because she was too pregnant, the baby in her belly was injured and could not be born. Just before I came here, Aunt Qing died and the unborn child died with her."
When the servant finished speaking, his voice was drowned out by the sound of rain outside the door.
The heavy rain seemed to fall not on the ground, but in the heart of the Marquis's wife.
Aunt Qing died, along with her child, leaving two lives behind. Her funeral was even more sloppy than Zhou Baili's. Because she was just a maid, she was buried in a coffin and even the coffin was set up in the courtyard where she lived.
As if things weren't bad enough, not long after Aunt Qing died, Aunt Hui gave birth prematurely at noon one day.
When the Marquis's wife learned that Aunt Hui had given birth prematurely, she began to doubt her life, wondering if something had happened to the Marquis's mansion to cause such bad luck.
Fortunately, although Concubine Hui gave birth prematurely, the child was born safely. Unfortunately, it was a daughter. Upon learning that Concubine Hui did not give birth to a son, the Marquis seemed to have lost all her vitality.
Aunt Hui lay on the uncleaned bed and asked the midwife to show her the wrapped baby.
"My dear son, your features are exactly like the prince's. When he grows up, he will surely be as elegant as the prince and become a man of integrity."
A woman who has just given birth has infinite hope for the child in her arms.
The midwife's face changed when she heard this, and she reminded him, "Congratulations, Auntie, for giving birth to a little girl."
A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, reflecting Aunt Hui's face, which was as pale as paper.
"What did you say? The baby I gave birth to was clearly a baby." Aunt Hui's heart was beating like a drum, but the midwife had no reason to lie to her.
Aunt Hui hurriedly unwrapped the child's swaddling clothes. When she saw clearly that the child was indeed a daughter of a wealthy family, Aunt Hui's blood boiled and she leaned on the soft pillow behind her, feeling dizzy and headache.
The midwife was worried that she would drop the baby, so she quickly took the baby and handed it to the maid beside her, motioning her to take it to the marquis's wife who was waiting in the second room.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
