She eagerly awaited the arrival of the new life and was full of hope for the future.
She sewed baby clothes for her child by hand, selected exquisite swaddling clothes, and imagined what her child would look like, often with a happy smile on her face.
Looking at her daughter's happy appearance, the matriarch of the Wen family was pleased but also had many thoughts.
She was afraid that telling her daughter about this complicated situation would upset her, cause miscarriage, and endanger the baby.
So she could only keep this secret buried deep in her heart, thinking that after Wen Ruo gave birth smoothly and recovered, she would arrange for the two sisters to meet and the family to reunite.
Who could have foreseen that fate would be so capricious once again? Just as Wen Ruo was about to give birth, such a huge change occurred.
Outside the delivery room, servants from the Luo family were going in and out, their expressions panicked, and the air was filled with tension and fear.
The midwife anxiously ran around inside and outside the house, calling for hot water and clean cotton cloth.
Upon hearing the news, Madam Wen was extremely anxious and rushed to the Luo residence. Her hair was disheveled in the wind, and her face was full of anxiety and worry.
When she stepped into the delivery room, she saw Wen Ruo barely breathing and on the verge of death. Her heart sank into an ice cellar, and tears welled up in her eyes.
At that time, Luo Qi'an was beginning to distinguish himself in the imperial court. With his outstanding talent and wisdom, he won the praise and appreciation of many people and had a promising future.
He had more and more social engagements in official circles, but he always kept his wife at home, who was about to give birth, in his heart.
The matriarch of the Wen family couldn't bear to part with such an excellent son-in-law, and she couldn't bear to see her daughter's flesh and blood raised by someone else.
In her panic, the image of 'Wen Ruo', who was still being raised in the other courtyard, flashed through her mind, which led to the series of events that followed.
It was at that time that Wen Ruo entered the Luo residence with mixed feelings.
Qin Qianlu felt as if her head had been hit hard by a heavy hammer, buzzing and blurring. Her vision was blurry and her thoughts were completely mired in a chaotic mess.
She stared intently at the two identical faces on the screen, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.
With each glance, the doubts in my heart grew stronger, like a tangled ball of silk that was impossible to untangle, leaving me utterly bewildered.
Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaved violently, and her hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white from the force.
Upon hearing the ending of the story, she couldn't help but slightly open her mouth, as if something was choking her throat.
After a long while, he finally let out a sigh with a heavy nasal tone, his voice full of emotion and sympathy.
The "Wen Ruo" before us has such a tragic fate, like a lone boat adrift in a storm, unable to find a safe harbor, which evokes pity.
Due to the cruel twist of fate, she was ultimately unable to leave behind even a name of her own, which is truly tragic and lamentable.
Even with such a tragic background, it should never be an excuse for her to hurt Luo Yuning.
Luo Yuning is her blood-related niece; blood is thicker than water, and this kinship should be the warmest support.
How could she be so cruel as to hurt her own family?
The more Qin Qianluo thought about it, the angrier she became. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.
Luo Qi'an was also bewildered by this complicated situation, his mind seemingly shrouded in a thick fog, unable to escape.
He stared blankly at the images flashing across the screen, which spun rapidly before his eyes like a carousel.
But his mind was a jumbled mess, unable to process the information and piece it all together.
His brows were furrowed, and deep wrinkles appeared on his forehead, each line filled with confusion and anxiety.
His eyes were full of confusion, and he kept muttering to himself, as if he were talking to himself or asking for help from others, trying to figure out the intricate relationships involved.
He kept scratching at his hair, which had become messy and disheveled. A few strands of hair fell beside his face, making him look even more haggard and helpless.
In contrast, Luo Yuning's eyes were fixed on her mother's figure on the light screen from beginning to end, and her eyes instantly reddened, as if they had been injected with hot blood.
Tears welled up in her eyes, like a flood about to burst forth, ready to spill over at any moment.
Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but endless sorrow choked her throat, and she could only let out a few weak sobs.
So that's how it all was? So, my mother had already passed away.
She left this world forever when she was still innocent and ignorant and needed her mother's love the most.
Thinking of this, Luo Yuning felt as if her heart was being torn apart. An overwhelming sadness surged into her heart like a tidal wave, completely engulfing her.
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