"Miss, you are so confused." The nanny was very disappointed with her.
At any time, a mother’s status is determined by her son.
Even if the young lady from the Bai family really marries into the Gu family, a son born to a concubine, also the eldest son of a concubine, can help Song Niannian win the man's heart!
If Song Niannian gave birth to the child outside, the Gu family would really not recognize the child.
Song Niannian, "Mammy, I won't hide it from you, but this child, I really won't be happy. If you don't believe me, then go ahead. I'll be waiting for your good news in the courtyard."
Of course Mammy didn't believe it.
She stepped on her big feet, put on her newest clothes, and emptied the silver in her dressing box.
A woman who has left the mansion and wants to return to the mansion has to make arrangements everywhere. Those people in the Gu mansion are all looking down on others...
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Song Niannian was eating the peach blossom pastry made by her maid.
Watching the sun in the sky, from rising to becoming hot, was unbearable. She moved the chair and went into the house.
The maidservant was standing by, her brows furrowed for a long time.
As the only person who knew about the matter, the maid was sent by Gu Chenshu to keep an eye on Song Niannian.
But now, Song Niannian is pregnant!!
This child wasn't Gu Chenshu's at all, she knew it best... She wasn't the first to discover this, but the nanny, unaware of the pros and cons, actually went to the prince to claim credit...
"Miss, when did you become pregnant?" The maidservant tried to hold back, but finally couldn't help asking.
Song Niannian, "Well, not long. Just two days or so."
Maid, "But your period hasn't come for a long time, hasn't it?"
As women, the maidservant was not as easy to fool as Gu Chenshu and Lu Yue.
Song Niannian had not had her period during those many days in Qinlou and Chuguan. The night she was with Zhou Yan, she took the fertility pill.
"Ah, it seems to be true." Song Niannian pretended to be surprised.
Her expression was so fake that she didn't even bother to pretend.
"Xiaoshu, you have to follow me. Without you, everything would be a mess." Song Niannian said lazily.
She sat on the edge of the couch, holding a travel journal in her hand.
This world is different from any world she has been to before.
Although it is set in ancient times, it is probably fictional.
Song Niannian is now used to understanding the background, customs and culture of a dynasty no matter which one she goes to, which seems unrelated.
However, as a person in power, from these details, one can get a glimpse into the political layout of the dynasty, the people's livelihood, and even see what kind of person the emperor is...
It’s a pity that Song Niannian can only get a few books.
As a concubine's daughter, it was already a concession from Gu Chenshu that she could find a few books.
All the books in this world are controlled by the nobles. If a poor person wants to get even a few words, he must visit the home of a highly respected elder!
"Miss……"
The maid Xiaoshu was left speechless by Song Niannian.
How could Song Niannian still read when the situation was so urgent? She looked like a lazy cat, yet she still looked like a book...
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It was already evening when Gu Chenshu learned the news.
A nanny who is sent to the "lower village" cannot get in the way of other things, no matter how big the matter is.
Listening to the nanny kneeling there, saying "The prince is so happy" all the time.
Gu Chenshu sat behind the desk, his tall and slender figure, his cold eyes slightly lowered, and the coldness emanating from his body almost swallowed people up.
The nanny said a few words, but instead of receiving any reward from Gu Chenshu, she felt Gu Chenshu's anger.
Only later did she realize that Gu Chenshu... seemed to really dislike this child!
"You go back first and serve your master well. You don't have to report this kind of thing to me again in the future!" said Gu Chenshu.
He clenched the paperweight in his hand. The ink pen was dipped in thick ink, and the stroke was undecided. Suddenly, the ink fell along the tip of the pen, landing heavily on the rice paper, leaving a thrilling ink dot.
Crumpling up the rice paper and lowering his eyes, Gu Chenshu's eyes were still filled with the unsightly blue and red marks on the side of the snow-white neck.
The ambiguous kiss marks are like ink spots, which fall on the rice paper and completely ruin the good rice paper.
"Prepare the car."
Two diametrically opposed commands.
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