I will ensure that you give birth to this child safely, you give him to me, and I will educate him so that you can live comfortably. What do you think?"
Mrs. Gu turned the light brighter: "Of course, you can also refuse. I don't like forcing people the most."
Murong looked at Mrs. Gu blankly, knowing that she had no right to refuse.
At this point, who can help her?
Even her husband refused to help her.
And that person...
She shook her head to calm herself down: "So you wanted this child, why didn't you tell me earlier? You have to treat me like that, and it's totally merciless to make things like this."
Mrs. Gu smiled slightly: "Who wants to be friendly with you? If I don't step on you into the mud, how will you know how to cherish it and how will you be obedient?"
Murong clenched her fists instantly. Thinking of what Mrs. Gu did that night, her heart bled with hatred: "Did you do it on purpose?"
Mrs. Gu looked at her sideways: "What do you think? Do you agree or not? Hurry up, I'm still busy!"
If you agree, you can still live a good life for a while.
If you don't agree, you will never have a good life.
Maybe, even this child will not be born.
This is her only chance and she can't give up.
Murong raised her head and looked at Mrs. Gu gloomily: "I agree, but..."
"Don't make terms with me, you're not worthy!" Mrs. Gu threw the tea cup away with a cold look.
Murong shivered in fright and shrank into her chair.
Mrs. Gu said coldly: "Here comes someone!"
Murong thought something was going to happen to her, so she screamed and hid in a corner.
"Look at your potential! You just had a good life and a good pregnancy. It's a pity that you don't have that kind of blessing."
Mrs. Gu raised her voice and ordered her servants: "Change the charcoal basin and give the midnight snack to those who should be there. Then go find the clothes that Madam Ninth used to wear, and wait for her to go out early tomorrow morning."
When the two women came in again, they changed their flattering expressions, neatly put on the hot charcoal basin and hot water, and brought in the bird's nest soup to serve Murong.
Murong's face was expressionless, and her every move was like a marionette.
The night passed quickly.
Early in the morning, sisters Mu Yunhan got up.
Mu Yunhan was busy packing Mu Ying's husband, waiters, and gifts into the carriage, and then he breathed a sigh of relief as he watched them heading towards the Meng Mansion.
He took Xiaomi and Mu Li with him, appointed a group of capable servants, took five hundred taels of silver and sacrifices, and went to Muhou Mansion.
The gold-lettered signboard "Funinghou" on Muhou's house is still hanging, but the red lantern has turned into a white lantern.
There was white paper on the red lacquered door, and the dozens of boys in front of the door had turned into four. They were wearing coarse linen clothes and tied with straw ropes. Their energy was not as good as before, and they were wilting.
When Mu Yunhan's carriage arrived, no one came to greet him. Mu Li went forward with a straight face: "Who is the director?"
A few boys then lazily stepped forward and saluted: "The master of the house hasn't gotten up yet, please wait a moment."
Mu Li frowned: "Who is having a funeral and you haven't gotten up yet? Aren't you going to keep a vigil all night?"
Mu Yunhan waved his hand and told her not to ask her carriage to go in. She would go in by herself.
She got out of the car and walked in with her head held high and her expression solemn.
The boy came forward to stop him: "This is..."
Mu Yunhan stopped and looked at the boy blocking the road calmly: "What's your name?" (To be continued)