Does your husband only love his wife?I turned around and left the house to marry a villain

After Liang Wanzhi ran out of King Xiping's courtyard, she felt even sadder.

She said those words to make Prince Xiping and his wife feel more guilty towards her, but in the end, she still felt more wronged.

If the person who was sent to the Liang family from the beginning was not her, but Gu Jiangyu, I'm afraid she wouldn't have ended up as a wife and a concubine.

Not to mention, there is no need to plot against others and get pregnant before marriage just for the sake of a wife's position.

When she thought of the bad things happening in the Song family, Liang Wanzhi went to the Lotus Pavilion, covered her face and cried bitterly.

At this time, a voice sounded behind her: "Mother."

Liang Wanzhi paused and looked back behind her. The steward of the palace led Song Guangze into the inner courtyard.

The steward said: "Second girl, this child said that you are his mother, so I brought the child into the palace."

Liang Wanzhi wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief.

Seeing Song Guangze coming to the palace to look for her, she forced a smile and said, "Brother Ze, why are you here?"

"I came to see my mother. I want to tell my mother that in Brother Ze's heart, you have always been my biological mother. No one can replace your position in the child's heart. Mother, please don't cry."

Liang Wanzhi was stunned and looked at the child in front of her in surprise.

After not seeing each other for half a year, Liang Wanzhi realized that Song Guangze had grown taller and lost some of his childishness. His eyes were more mature and his words were less childish.

If a person can grow up quickly, he must have suffered a lot.

Thinking of the hardships Song Guangze had suffered in the six months since she left Yanjing, Liang Wanzhi softened her heart, held the child in her arms and said, "Brother Ze, my mother's child."

"Mother." Song Guangze comforted her: "My child has brought you something. Mother will be very happy after seeing it."

"What is it?" Liang Wanzhi let go of Song Guangze and pulled him to the lotus pavilion nearby.

Song Guangze took out two pieces of paper from under his sleeves, spread them out in front of Liang Wanzhi, and placed them in front of the stone table: "Mom, take a look."

Liang Wanzhi looked at the poem written on the paper. The handwriting was neat, upright and powerful, and it looked very familiar.

This handwriting has a bit of Xie Jinyun's shadow.

"Who gave you this poem?"

"I wrote it myself."

"Did you write it yourself?" Liang Wanzhi raised her voice a little higher and frowned, obviously not believing that Song Guangze could write well and compose a poem.

She knows best how much her own son weighs.

Song Guangze couldn't reach this level even if he studied for several more years. How could he write poetry on his own?

"Brother Ze." She put her hands on Song Guangze's shoulders and taught him face to face: "Children cannot lie."

"Mom, I didn't lie. I really wrote this poem myself. If you don't believe me, you can ask me to write it again," Song Guangze said.

Liang Wanzhi was secretly shocked when she saw that he was so calm and didn't look like he was lying. She quickly asked someone to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone. At this time, she alerted Wen Rongchang who was just writing lyrics in the study.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were sent by Wen Rongchang.

Liang Wanzhi was stunned for a moment: "Mr. Wen, why is it you?"

Wen Rongchang said: "I heard that the second girl wanted these things. Wen Mo happened to be staying in the study and wanted to come out for some air, so he brought these things over."

When he put the things down, he happened to see the poems on the table. He reached out and picked up the poems written by Song Guangze, read them and said, "What a poem. Is this a poem written by the second girl?"

Liang Wanzhi opened her lips and looked down at Song Guangze.

The child happened to be staring at her, and Liang Wanzhi answered truthfully: "This is what my son Song Guangze did."

Wen Rongchang was startled and looked down at the eight-year-old child, surprised: "Did you write this poem?"