The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

Zhou Zigu sneered and said, "Now that the person is dead, what's the point of you talking about this?"

After saying that, Zhou Zigu took another deep look at the coffin.

There was a hint of forbearance on his face.

He didn't want to believe that his only child died like this.

"Mu Sheng is not destined to be with you. You will have your own children in the future, so you should be more open-minded."

Jiang Wanqing comforted her with good intentions.

But he also knew that these words pierced Zhou Zigu's heart.

After all, Zhou Zigu no longer has the possibility of having children.

This is his only son.

Sure enough, after hearing Jiang Wanqing's words, Zhou Zigu's face darkened again.

for a long time.

He suddenly said, "You are right. Now that Mu Sheng is gone, Xiao Xiao is my only child. If you have time, please bring Xiao Xiao to visit me often. After all, our divorce has nothing to do with the child.

Now, I think you have let go of the matter of Mu Sheng. Xiaoxiao is my daughter after all, I still love her very much, and it is time for me to fulfill my responsibilities as a father. "

Jiang Wanqing's brows furrowed slightly.

Listen to what Zhou Zigu meant.

Could it be that he has finally 'woken up'?

Jiang Wanqing was unwilling to believe this.

I think Zhou Zigu probably knew that he would never have children in this life, so he suddenly remembered that he still had a daughter.

Only then did I think about having a good relationship with my daughter.

Now that his son is dead, he starts talking about responsibility and loving his daughter.

Before Mu Sheng died, Zhou Zigu never took the initiative to look at Xiao Xiao.

Of course, Jiang Wanqing still obeyed Zhou Zigu's words on the surface: "This is natural. After all, you are Xiaoxiao's biological father. But how did Mu Sheng get into trouble?"

Zhou Zigu sighed.

With a trace of self-blame on his face, he said, "He did fall into the pond, and it's my fault for punishing him. He felt drowsy and had a fever these past two days, and he fainted in the pond from time to time. Mu Sheng is most afraid of water, and there were no one around the pond at that time."

Ever since he paid off the debt to Wuyou Pavilion, Zhou Zigu dismissed many servants.

Ultimately, Zhou Zigu still felt that it was because of himself.

So he kindly consoled her, "We didn't expect these things to happen. But, you care about Mu Sheng more than I thought. You actually know that he is afraid of water?"

Zhou Zigu's expression paused.

He just reacted and quickly explained: "I also heard it from Nan Sheng."

Hearing this, Jiang Wanqing looked around and asked, "Sister Nan Sheng has always doted on Mu Sheng, why didn't she show up today?"

"When she knew that Mu Sheng was in trouble, she fainted. She didn't take good care of herself during the confinement period, and after such a series of blows, she stayed in bed and couldn't get up."

When it comes to Song Nansheng, Zhou Zigu's expression is not very good.

He always felt that if it weren't for Song Nansheng, his plans would not have been disrupted.

There wouldn’t have been any of the things that happened later.

Now, I have cut off the Zhou family's incense...

Jiang Wanqing then said, "I'll go check on Nan Sheng."

Zhou Zigu looked at Jiang Wanqing deeply, his eyes flickering: "I didn't expect that in the end, it would be you... If I had cherished you from the beginning, do you think we would have a different ending?"

Hearing this, Jiang Wanqing suddenly felt a little nauseous.

But he still had to endure it and replied: "My Lord, don't you think it's ridiculous to say this now? I think it won't be long before you become the prince consort. In the future, my Lord, please say less of these words that may cause misunderstandings. Otherwise, it might get to the ears of Her Royal Highness the Princess, which would not be good. Today, I am here only for Mu Sheng."

After saying that, Jiang Wanqing turned and left.

Zhou Zigu, who was standing there in a daze, realized what was happening and adjusted his mindset.

Now, he has no way to retreat. Since he has chosen a path, he has to keep going on it.

In front of the future, what does a woman count for?

Zhou Zigu walked slowly towards the coffin.

He looked at Zhou Musheng's tender and pale face in the coffin, closed his eyes reluctantly, and a line of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

After Jiang Wanqing left the front hall, she did not go towards Song Nansheng's courtyard, but turned in another direction and went towards the west courtyard.

Now, there is a funeral going on at home and everyone is busy in the front yard.

There were already few people in the West Courtyard, and not even a single servant was to be seen.

Jiang Wanqing followed Shui Yun and came to Old Madam Zhou's residence.

There was actually no one guarding Madam Zhou's yard.

Shui Yun explained, "Originally, there were only two people serving here. After Zhou Zigu dismissed all the servants, there was only one person who would deliver meals to Madam Zhou at mealtime, and only servants would wipe Madam Zhou's body at night.

However, the master also knows that this is the West Courtyard, and not many people come here on weekdays. Zhou Zigu doesn't pay much attention to her, so the maid is not very nice to Madam Zhou. "

Listening to Shui Yun's words, Jiang Wanqing stepped into the yard.

The yard was overgrown with weeds and spider webs everywhere.

Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but recall that in her previous life, she had stayed in such a haunted place for more than a year.

At least Madam Zhou still has someone to serve her.

But at that time, my limbs were chopped off, and I was living here alone, and the food I ate was probably rotten.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanqing sighed and pushed open the door.

The people in the room heard the noise and began to stammer.

However, when Old Madam Zhou on the bed saw that the person coming was Jiang Wanqing, she suddenly stiffened, closed her mouth, and opened her eyes wide.

Jiang Wanqing slowly raised the corners of her lips: "Madam Zhou...long time no see!"

Old Madam Zhou suddenly became excited and wanted to move backwards.

But there was nothing she could do. She was now paralyzed on the bed, unable to move.

I was so excited that I could only make a "woohoo" sound.

Jiang Wanqing kindly said, "No need to call, there's no one outside, and the front yard is busy with the funeral, so no one has time to come here to take care of you, not to mention that Zhou Zigu has already dismissed most of the servants in the mansion."

Madam Zhou fell silent, confusion in her eyes.

He kindly explained to her, "Mrs. Zhou, you must be very curious about whose funeral it is. Just yesterday, Zhou Musheng drowned in the pond. Today's funeral is for Zhou Musheng!"

Old Madam Zhou's pupils shrank slightly, and her eyes suddenly became moist.

She was so excited that she wanted to speak, but she could only twist her mouth and couldn't say a word.

Mu Sheng, her Mu Sheng...