Princess Xinyang asked the couple about what had happened, her expression somewhat indifferent, "Are you sure it’s your child? What does your child look like?"
The husband and wife described several characteristics of their child, including how his toes were clenched tighter than that of an ordinary baby.
Yujin nodded at Princess Xinyang, not a single detail incorrect.
Having cared for the child for several days, Princess Xinyang of course knew that everything they said was accurate; she didn’t even need to ask. The way a mother looks at her child cannot be faked.
Princess Xinyang looked indifferently at the couple, their eyes reddened, and said with a commanding presence, "Don’t be so careless again in the future. How could you get your own child wrong? Falling into a well, catching pneumonia. What if no one had gone to your village? What if no one had heard his cries or been able to treat his illness? You—"
She stopped midway, realizing that her words carried too much emotion. She cut herself off and, after looking at the child one last time, restrained herself from reaching out to hold him and said to Yujin instead, "Take him over."
"Yes," Yujin complied, walking over and handing the child back to the woman.
The child was asleep by then and didn’t react.
Princess Xinyang stealthily glanced at the child several times, perhaps hoping he would wake up for a moment.
The child had been lost and found again, and the couple were tearfully grateful. They thanked her repeatedly before leaving with their child, accompanied by the officials.
Gu Jiao continued drying the medicinal herbs, Yujin helping her.
Princess Xinyang went to see her son.
In reality, it had been Lord Xuanping and Xiao Hen who had saved the child, and the couple wanted to thank them too. However, both men disliked such scenes and stayed inside without coming out.
As soon as Princess Xinyang entered the main room, she saw Lord Xuanping’s wheelchair blocking her path.
Nowadays, seeing him only made her angry, and she was not inclined to face him.
With an arch of his brow, Lord Xuanping taunted, "What’s the matter? Can’t bear to part with that child?"
Princess Xinyang couldn’t be bothered with him and walked straight ahead.
Lord Xuanping’s gaze followed her, he said, "If you want a child, you can have another one."
Princess Xinyang laughed dismissively, "With whom? You?"
Lord Xuanping spoke unabashed, "I’m not particularly interested in you right now, so if you want to have a child with me, it won’t be that easy."
Who wants to have a child with you!
That was sarcasm!
Do you understand sarcasm!
Taking a deep breath, Princess Xinyang reminded herself she was a princess; she couldn’t lose her composure, she had to stay calm. He was a pumpkin, he was just spouting nonsense.
Princess Xinyang walked on without looking back.
Lord Xuanping obnoxiously extended a leg encased in a plaster cast.
Suddenly, her gaze fell upon a certain unmentionable area of his. freeweɓnovel.cøm
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