Reborn as a crazy female disciple of the God who killed his wife three times

The night deepened, the sky became dark blue, and the swaying shadows of the trees cast a shadow on the faces of the people inside and outside the room. They all had serious expressions, as if this day of delivery was not ordinary and the mother's condition was not well.

There was a little girl in the courtyard, about ten years old, with a confused look on her face. She walked cautiously towards the inner room with a basin of hot water. When she saw an old woman, she raised her voice and asked, "Mrs. Zhang, this..."

Mrs. Zhang's face changed drastically. She immediately put her fingers on her lips to stop her from speaking further, and lowered her voice and said, "Speak softly. Don't speak loudly, in case you scare the one inside..." She didn't say the next words, but the little girl could see the seriousness of the matter from her solemn expression. She didn't know why she couldn't even speak loudly while her aunt was giving birth. Normally, this concubine didn't seem to be favored by the fourth young master much, but today, everyone seemed to think that the concubine in the house was unusually pampered.

Could it be that the children inside are particularly different?

But the fourth young master already has four children. If this one is born successfully, that would be five children. Moreover, the second and third children are boys. Even if the concubine gave birth to a boy, he would not be the eldest son of a concubine. This should not make the servants in this courtyard tremble with fear, as if it were a very important matter...

Of course, she didn't dare to say this. After all, she was just a concubine, which was something that they could only dream of. The son born by a concubine was also a descendant of the Zhao family, and was the master they would kneel at his feet and serve sincerely in the future.

There was silence all around, except for the screams of the woman in labor and the soothing whispers of the midwife. Outside the house, there was only the rustling of leaves and the footsteps of servants. The atmosphere in this space seemed tight and filled with a sense of uneasiness...

When the water broke, a strong smell of blood filled the air, accompanied by the scream of the mother and the cry of the baby "Waaah...Waaah..." The atmosphere suddenly changed, and there were tiny sounds inside and outside the house, breaking the strange silence outside.

Amidst the noise, the door of the hall outside was pushed open with a creaky sound, and a series of footsteps came from outside. Li Mo looked carefully and saw that more than a dozen men came in with swords and spears. She thought for a moment, then disguised herself as a servant and entered the yard, hiding in the crowd.

The leader was a middle-aged man in blue. When people saw these people coming in, they were a little scared and nervous, and stared at them blankly.

But they said nothing, just stood outside the house in silence, without moving.

All I could hear was the weak female voice in the room saying intermittently: "Sister Yinghong...child, child...how is it..."

Ying Hong in the room did not answer, but was silent for a while, then she forced a smile: "The child... is fine, he is a little prince, you should have a good rest..."

"Let me see...let me see..." The woman's voice became weaker as she spoke, and she almost lost all her strength, but she still murmured the strongest obsession in her mind.

"Just lie down and have a good rest..."

"No... show me."

Yinghong hesitated in the room, but the midwife beside her quickly took the baby from Yinghong's hand. The baby moved and cried even louder. This cry aroused the mood of the parturient, and she suddenly shouted: "Let me see my child, my child——"

The sound became sharp, frightening the servants outside the house so much that they trembled.

But the group of fully armed men outside the house did not even frown. They stood silently in the night, like lifeless statues.

"My child, my child..." The screams of the mother and the helpless cries of the child were like a sharp dagger cutting through the night, making people panic.

The servants outside the house were in a commotion. The woman was young, but she was hoarse with pain from being tortured by a repressed life. The newborn child seemed to be her only hope and expectation in life, giving her infinite strength. Such strength could also shake people's hearts, which made their numb faces fluctuate a little, but it was just a little. They could do nothing beside a group of fully armed strong men.

In fact, the concubines of the Zhao family are just servants one level higher than them. In the Zhao family, the masters at the top are everything.

Figures moved in the house. Through the light, a maid-like girl was seen trying to snatch the baby from the middle-aged midwife's hands and show it to the woman lying on the bed unable to move. But the midwife avoided her hand, walked past the two of them, and opened the door from inside the house holding the child. The door opened with a creaking sound, as if a hole was opened in the heart, and the shoulders of the people outside the house were all trembling in shock in the night...

When the midwife walked out of the door, she was accompanied by a shrill and crazy scream from inside the house: "Child... Give me my child..." The voice was like a ghost in the night, causing a sharp pain in people's eardrums. The timid girls even covered their ears, but the group of strong men remained motionless, as if they had expected this. The moment the midwife opened the door, they also stepped forward in unison to protect her.

There were constant screams in the house, and Yinghong came forward to comfort the child in a soft voice. The two voices mixed and flooded into people's ears, making them even more curious about the child in the midwife's arms. However, the midwife's hands were always tightly covered on the child's face. Even the child's cries of difficulty breathing did not make her hands move at all. The swaddling clothes embroidered with big red gold coins wrapped the tiny, tender life. Only the sound of his pain could be heard, but the expression on his face could not be seen.

When the strong men surrounded the midwife and walked out of the courtyard in an orderly manner like a tide, people knew that they could not see the new young master's appearance at all, so they withdrew their gazes in disappointment. The middle-aged man who looked like the yard manager came forward with a hunched back, ignoring the crying of the woman in labor in the room behind him, and whispered to the man in blue: "Master Qian, do you want a few servants in our yard to help you?"

"No need, Manager Li has prepared everything, you don't have to worry about it."

"Yes, yes, yes..." The yard manager nodded hurriedly.

The man in blue glanced at the servants in the yard who were numb and terrified. He raised his voice in a cold voice and heard everyone: "Tell them to keep their mouths shut and not let any information get out. If any news gets out to outsiders, I will hold you accountable... You also know what methods our Manager Li used."

These words chilled the hearts of the people present.

"Yes, yes, yes..." The yard manager's expression became even more respectful.

As soon as the strong man and the midwife left, the yard manager turned around and immediately changed his face. He said harshly: "Everyone heard what I said just now, remember to keep your mouths shut. No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened tonight, including any details. Did you hear me?"

"Yes." Everyone lowered their heads and responded.

Ying Hong, who was standing at the door watching everything, gradually became numb and cold on her face. The expression on the woman lying on the bed became even worse, making the night even colder...