Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

At the Zhenguo Mansion, Madam Lin was speechless as she looked at the pile of things Yan Hui and Luo Xia had brought back. These were dresses for young ladies and little girls, all made with fine workmanship and fine materials.

"Who sent this?" she asked in surprise.

"Madam, the servant at the door said that it was delivered by Jinxiufang early this morning. He said that this is the dress you had custom-made there." Yan Hui squatted down and replied.

"Is it custom-made for me? Could there be a mistake?" Mrs. Lin frowned slightly as she looked at the pile of brightly colored clothes.

"It can't be wrong, ma'am. Look, the name of our Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion is embroidered on the bundle." Luoxia turned the bundle over and saw that her family's name was embroidered on it.

"This is really strange." Madam Lin walked over and picked up one of the pink flowered silk shirts and said with a sigh, "It's quite pretty, and the material is good. It's suitable for our Qianqian to wear. I just don't know who made it for me."

"Mother, what are you looking at so intently?" Chan Yi held An'er and took the two maids Chu Yue and Qing He into the front hall of the main house.

"Oh, our little An'er is here. Come and hug him, grandma. He's such a little cutie." Mrs. Lin saw An'er blinking his big black eyes and looking around. He looked so cute and mischievous.

"Mother, An'er is the only one in your eyes." Chan Yi pouted and said coquettishly.

"Qianqian," Mrs. Lin said with a smile as she took An'er from her daughter's arms, "Mother is afraid that you will be tired. Come, come, sit down quickly. Luoxia, go and bring Miss's papaya stewed with milk over."

An'er saw the pile of colorful clothes in her grandmother's arms and reached out to grab them.

"Mother, you made so many dresses for your daughter again? How can she wear them? Besides, she is breastfeeding, why are you spending so much money?"

Chan Yi saw that the dresses were colorful, including floating brocade, soft smoke silk, brocade with flowers, and moonlight brocade. There were all kinds of fabrics with elegant patterns and novel styles. Each one had its own characteristics, which made her happy. After all, she was also a girl who loved beauty.

Mrs. Lin smiled but said nothing. Although her daughter said this, the light in her eyes could not be hidden.

"Hey, this little doll's skirt is really pretty. If our An'er was a little girl, it would be suitable for him to wear. It's a pity..." Chan Yi smiled and said, "Mother, these clothes must be given as gifts. I misunderstood. Please don't blame me, mother."

Chan Yi said it unintentionally, but Mrs. Lin listened to it intentionally.

She immediately thought that these clothes must have been sent by Pei Jin in some way, and she couldn't help feeling annoyed.

"Take those dresses out quickly." Madam Lin said angrily, "None of them look good, Qianqian, tomorrow your mother will accompany you to Jinxiufang to choose them yourself. Those clothes are too tacky and don't suit your temperament at all. They are not as good-looking as the ones I bought for you a few days ago."

As she spoke, she winked at the maids, and the four maids immediately took the clothes and went out.

"Mother, this is..." Chan Yi shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Is this something sent by the Pei family again?"

"Don't mention the Pei family. My heart aches when I hear that. Pei Jin doesn't even know whether our An'er is a boy or a girl. He is not worthy of being our An'er's father. Bah! You are not allowed to pay attention to him." Mrs. Lin, who was always gentle, spat.

Little An'er didn't touch the golden fabric, and he frowned unhappily. He looked at his mother aggrievedly, his mouth pouting, and he was about to cry.

Chan Yi quickly stood up and hugged him, pinching his little nose and said, "Don't cry, dear. Boys are not allowed to cry all the time."

Mrs. Lin saw that the baby was about to cry, so she quickly coaxed him, "Be good, let's play this."

She hurriedly took off the gold bracelet on her wrist and shook it in front of An'er. An'er saw that it was sparkling and grinned with joy. He rushed over to take it.

"Mother, you always spoil him like this, but he is a boy." Chan Yi held An'er's little hand to prevent him from taking the gold bracelet in his mother's hand.

"He's still young." Madam Lin touched An'er's bulging cheeks and said with a smile, "Good boy, come here, let your grandma play with you."

Chan Yi shook her head helplessly, thinking that her mother spoiled her child too much.

An'er cried and threw himself into Mrs. Lin's arms, and started playing with the gold bracelet.

"Mother, tell the gatekeepers not to accept random gifts from others in the future, otherwise people will misunderstand." Chan Yi said in a low voice. She didn't want to have any contact with Pei Jin anymore, and she didn't want to go back to the Yong'an Marquis Mansion. She didn't want anyone to mention this past again, and to peel off her outer clothes and reveal bloody memories.

"Okay, Qianqian, don't worry, I will tell them not to accept anything. We don't want these things of unknown origin." Madam Lin hugged An'er tightly and said fiercely, "Don't think that one or two things can buy people's hearts. Humph, he thinks too highly of himself. Does he think he is still the same Pei Jin? Bah, which lady in Shangjing City is willing to marry him now? Not to mention his body, there are rumors outside that their Pei family has died one after another. This is a curse. Who would be so stubborn as to marry him? Don't you think so?"

"Yes, mother is right. Qianqian always listens to mother." Chan Yi said lightly. She didn't believe in any curse in her heart. She would rather believe that these people who died inexplicably might have been killed by someone. As for who it was, Chan Yi knew it in her heart, but she didn't want to think about it anymore.

Living in the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion was a carefree life. Chan Yi had obviously gained a lot of weight. Madam Lin urged Chan Yi to eat more every day like feeding a piglet, and with the unremitting efforts of Mother Zhou, in just one month, Chan Yi could clearly feel that her waist had become much thicker.

It turns out that winning without doing anything comes at a price, Chan Yi thought. Looking at her face in the bronze mirror, she said resentfully, "Mother Zhou, from today on, I will never eat so much again. Look how much fatter I have become."

"Oh, my girl, you're just right now. You were too thin in the past. A woman who is breastfeeding a child consumes more energy, so you need to eat more. Do you know that your skin is now white, tender and moist? I wonder how beautiful it is." Mother Zhou said disapprovingly.

Chan Yi shook her head and touched her cheeks with some worry. It would be fine if other parts of her body were a little fatter, but she felt a heaviness in her chest every day these past few days. Even when An'er drank all the milk, her chest was still round and heavy, as if it had undergone secondary development, which made her feel ashamed and annoyed.

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Dali Temple death row.

Pei Jin, dressed in black, looked at the ragged Luo Qingqing and asked expressionlessly, "I heard you wanted to see me?"

Luo Qingqing stared at Pei Jin with her crazy eyes without blinking.

"Haha...you are still stubborn even when you are about to die?" Suddenly she burst into wild laughter.