Penghao's heart became cold, she knew. The dream she had today was not good. She knew she was finished, and her child was finished too. In fact, after the old lady died, she had thought about this. It was not just her who thought about it,
The slaves in the house all thought: Who is the old lady taking away this time? It doesn’t matter, it’s the fate of being a slave. No one knows whether the last one is someone else or whether the next one will be themselves. She also heard that
The master chose various people for the old lady. In the past two days, Wang Yishao in the kitchen couldn't eat.
Everyone knows that the old lady likes to eat steamed fish balls made by Wang Yishao the most. Everyone also knows that the old lady likes not only to eat, but also to wear new clothes. This embroidery slave room is destined to have one.
But no one knew who it was. At this moment, Aunt Zhang started crying as soon as she came in, and Penghao understood that it was her. The master had chosen her.
Yes, this is also conceivable. When the old lady was alive, she liked to wear basil-embroidered clothes the most, and the eldest lady also liked it. There was a little friction between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law because of this. The master is a filial son. He made them all for the old lady.
An exquisite gold platform. How could you disobey me on such a trivial matter? This time, the eldest lady will not argue with the old lady.
In the dark night, there was a willow tree by the window. Its branches were swaying, and in the dim shadow of the light, there was a chaotic appearance of demons dancing on the window lattice. Penghao sighed deeply. She knew that she was finished.
. She didn’t want to say anything, and she didn’t want to fight. Even if she wanted to fight, she couldn’t fight. In fact, since she was ten years old, she felt that there was nothing left to miss in this world.
It's just that she felt sorry for the child. She touched her belly. It was already more than five months old. Her child had to go with her worthless mother. It was nothing, really nothing. She smiled bitterly.
So what if he is born? His noble father will not want both mother and son. No matter if he is a boy or a girl, if he is born, if his father does not recognize him and follows his mother, he is destined to be a slave. A slave born
A little slave. She couldn't stand the thought of it. Yes, she couldn't let her child become a slave. Living such a life where death could happen at any time.
Zhongzhong is healed. It's over, everything is over. Both mother and son are over. No one in this world can save them. Will anyone come to save them?
She called her name, what are you thinking about?
What is there to worry about in this cold world of Lanshu? Yes, there is nothing to worry about. Father, she is not looking for her anymore. Nurse Yalin, I hope you will have a good ending. Mother, yes,
Mother, at this time, Penghao thought of her mother again.