After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

This feeling is so weird.

In her previous life, when Cheng Songan first met Yong Ge'er, he was already five or six years old, tall and thin, and did not look like Cheng Wanxin. When she met Ning Zhao in this life, she realized that they looked very similar.

But with just one glance, she knew that this child would be the original Yong Ge'er when he grew up.

Obviously, Princess Xiang also noticed it. A mother has a very deep memory of her child's appearance when he was young. When the midwife brought the child to her, she was stunned.

Most of the time, Princess Xiang's emotions were for show, and she seldom revealed her true emotions. But at that moment, she showed a kind of sadness that could not be disguised, and then the sadness disappeared without a trace.

Cheng Songan didn't know what her mood was at that moment. Did she feel a deep sense of humiliation and betrayal, like when she died in her previous life and Cheng Wanxin told her that Yong'er was her and Cui Yuanqing's child?

Princess Xiang said to the midwife without changing her tone, "Let the mother take a look."

After saying this, she changed her clothes, supported Hong Luo and walked out slowly. Before leaving, she also took all the maids and old women in the house out.

Cheng Wanxin collapsed on the bed, her hair stuck to the sides of her face. Her lips were dry and cracked with tiny cuts. It looked like she could die at any time without anyone having to kill her.

She stretched out her hand, and for the first time her eyes showed an eagerness to take her child and take a look at him.

"Let me hold the baby." Citron suddenly took the baby and held it in his arms, revealing a wrinkled little face in the swaddling clothes. He said to her, "Look, this baby is so small."

Cheng Wanxin immediately became nervous, her voice dry and sharp: "Give me a hug."

Citron moved the child further away from her without leaving a trace, but he did not leave her sight. The child closed his eyes, his little mouth moved slightly, as if he was looking for something, his two little hands were raised and placed on both sides of his head, looking very cute.

She smiled and said, "He must be hungry."

Cheng Wanxin propped herself up with one elbow and sat up anxiously. From the moment the child was born, her maternal instinct was fully aroused. She pointed at Xiangcheng and tried to say calmly, "Xiangcheng, give me the child."

Cheng Songan was very puzzled. Xiangcheng had been acting very strange since she entered the room. The words she had just said were totally unlike the tone of a maid. She was always timid and submissive, but now she didn't show any fear at all and ignored Cheng Wanxin's orders.

Cheng Wanxin could no longer control her fear and anger. She shouted to the outside, "Dingxiang! Dingxiang!"

Citron made a gesture to keep quiet, suppressed his smile, and said to her, "Don't shout. If you shout, the child will cry."

As if the baby in her arms could sense danger, it started to cry loudly. However, premature babies have little strength, so their crying was not loud, but it was still heartbreaking to hear.

Cheng Wanxin turned to Cheng Songan, her eyes full of desire: "Sister, sister, let me hold the child."

The tone and expression were exactly the same as when she was crying and shouting during the birth just now. It was a rare plea for her to give him strength.

Cheng Songan knew something was wrong, so she stretched out her hand and said to Xiangcheng, "Xiangcheng, give me the child."

Xiang Cheng handed the child to Cheng Songan without hesitation, but someone stood in front of her and said to Cheng Wanxin: "I heard that this child is to be given to the eldest girl, right?"

Cheng Wanxin looked at her in doubt. The arm that was supporting her body suddenly went limp and she fell to the edge of the bed. She raised her head and sneered, "It's you!"

Citron did not deny it, she just stared at Cheng Wanxin.

Cheng Songan frowned slightly, not knowing what the words "it's you" meant, what Citron was, or what Citron had done.

Cheng Wanxin glanced at Cheng Songan and quickly lowered her eyes.

Citron said faintly: "She knows everything."

Cheng Wanxin tightened her fingers, then lowered her head and said, "She doesn't know."

Seeing her nervous look, Citron smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether she knows or not. This child will be handed over to her. As long as you do what you promised me, don't worry, I won't say anything nonsense."

"Otherwise, he will definitely die."

Citron suddenly pointed over, and his long finger almost poked the child in the face. He was even smiling while speaking, but the four words "you will definitely die" gave people a chilling feeling.

"You dare to threaten me?" Cheng Wanxin sneered and regained his previous composure, "You should know my temper."

There was no one else in the room, and she didn't want to pretend anymore. Her whole body exuded an unpredictable hostility. No wonder Citron, including Zhu Ying who had died before, were so afraid of her. She was like two different people in front of others and behind their backs.

The noise outside became louder, and it seemed that Zhang was coming with her people.

Cheng Wanxin let go of the last bit of her vigilance. She felt at ease, so she leaned back on the pillow, her eyebrows twitching inadvertently, as if she was watching what they would do.

Xiang Cheng chuckled and held his forehead with one hand, as if thinking about something. Before the people outside came in, he turned to Cheng Songan and said, "Miss, your favorite cloud cake, Miss has not bought it for you for a long time. Do you remember which shop it is from?"

Cheng Songan's heart skipped a beat, and the line became clearer.

"Raise this child well, and he will buy you some cloud cakes in the future."

Cheng Songan opened his mouth, and the citron in front of him fell down limply.

Taxue and Haitang rushed forward to help her, only to see her spitting out large mouthfuls of black blood. But she still smiled and said to Cheng Wanxin: "Guess if I die, can I still threaten you? Do you dare to bet?"

There was a layer of anger on Cheng Wanxin's face, but she didn't show it.

Taxue reacted quickly and took out a porcelain bottle from his chest. It contained the medicine that he had snatched from Cheng Wanxin before. He quickly poured a pill into her mouth.

Citron smiled and spat out blood, saying, "No, I must die..."

"Miss, you...you must remember...my..."

The sound became quieter and quieter, and then her hand dropped.

When Zhang pushed open the door, Xiangcheng was dying in Taxue's arms.

Cui Yuanqing followed behind, his expression changed and he looked at Cheng Wanxin lying on the bed.

Cheng Wanxin burst into tears: "Yuan Qing, you...you are finally here...they..."

The bloody smell in the room made Zhang a little unhappy: "What's wrong with this girl?"

Before Cheng Wanxin could say anything, Taxue said coldly, "Someone wanted to kill Auntie and the child, and Citron accidentally ate poison and saved their lives."

With just one sentence, Cheng Wanxin was blocked.

Zhang gasped and quickly went to hug the child.

Cheng Songan only glanced at her, then turned to Cui Yuanqing and said, "I'll raise this child."