I've been reborn, who would still raise a son from another family? Go away

Yuan Qinglian, who had always been calm, could no longer bear it when she heard that Aunt Fang was pregnant.

After returning to the West Wing, she dressed up carefully and put on the aqua green mandarin duck embroidered skirt that Song Nanzhi loved her to wear in the past.

She wanted to learn to dance like Aunt Zhao, but she couldn't.

I had no choice but to guard the road that the prince had to take to return to the courtyard.

Song Nanzhi was thinking about how to tell Liu Yueru about the Imperial College when suddenly a delicate body rushed into his arms.

He subconsciously reached out and embraced the person.

"Prince!" Yuan Qinglian called out shyly.

When Song Nanzhi saw clearly that the person in his arms was Yuan Qinglian, he immediately let go of his hands.

"Bang!" Yuan Qinglian lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Her elbow hit a stone on the side, causing her eyes to turn red in an instant due to the excruciating pain.

"What are you doing here?" Song Nanzhi frowned slightly and just glanced at her indifferently.

Yun Qinglian's heart sank instantly.

Now the Marquis's Mansion still has only one Jin'er. If more illegitimate children are born in the future, will Song Nanzhi still plan for Jin'er as wholeheartedly as before?

She struggled to get up from the ground, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips: "I just wanted to come and see Brother Jin, but halfway through I remembered that he went to Teacher He's place, so I left in a hurry."

"Well, go back if you have nothing else to do." Song Nanzhi didn't even look at her properly. He said this coldly and went back to Xingyuxuan.

Yuan Qinglian clenched his hands.

The next day.

The servants in the mansion were in a hurry, moving a lot of new furniture and clothes towards Wenhuaxuan.

Yuan Qinglian stood outside the courtyard and watched for a while, then asked in confusion, "Where are these things going to be moved?"

Yuan Qinglian used those tricks to get the prince to take her into his room as his concubine, so naturally the housekeepers looked down on her.

In response to her question, the housekeeper smiled and said, "Well, the prince felt sorry for Aunt Fang's pregnancy, so he personally picked out new furniture for her early in the morning. Not only that, but he also bought her new clothes."

"The prince is really nice and considerate to Aunt Fang."

"Aunt Yuan, if there's nothing to do, we'll leave first. We don't want to keep Aunt Fang waiting for a long time." The housekeeper raised her voice with a smile, as if she was afraid that Yuan Qinglian couldn't hear clearly.

Yuan Qinglian watched those fine pieces of furniture go by, then looked back at the tattered and pieced-together furniture in her own room, feeling an inexplicable panic in her heart.

She pinched the handkerchief in her hand, a thought flashed through her mind quickly, and then a sinister smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Inside Wenhuaxuan.

Liu Yueru gave instructions regarding the banquet.

I took advantage of the free time and took out Xie Wenhua's baby teeth and fetal hair to make a brush for him.

Xie Jingrui preserved the fetal hair very well, and Liu Yueru quickly made one.

"Mother." Song Yiyan came to her side at some point and called her softly.

Liu Yueru put down the brush in her hand and looked at Song Yiyan with a smile in her eyes: "This one is done, there are still a lot of fetal hair left. I will see if I should make something else for the young master."

Song Yiyan's face suddenly darkened: "Just give the rest back to him. Mother didn't make anything else for me."

Liu Yueru was amused by his words.

"I'll make it for both of you when I think of it. Your mother still has your childhood hair."

"That's good." Song Yiyan's brows finally relaxed.

But he soon changed the subject: "Mother is too tired, it's better not to work so hard. I appreciate your kindness."

"It's no big deal." Liu Yueru thought of the little guy who was always soft and cute when he was by her side.

She couldn't help but reach out and pinch Song Yiyan's face, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart, if Brother Yan was fatter, he would look almost like the young master!