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

Seeing Xiao An'er climbing onto Pei Jin's body, he smiled naively and reached out his hand to dig out his eyes.

"An'er, be good, you can't pick this." Chan Yi was shocked and quickly reached out to hug An'er.

An'er twisted her body and gave Pei Jin a big kiss on the face.

"Oh oh ah...mah maa..." An'er sat on Pei Jin and chattered at him with both hands and gestures.

"Be good, come down quickly. Daddy can't stand you making such noise. Daddy is weak." Chan Yi coaxed An'er, holding down his shaking arms with both hands and carried him down.

An'er was a little unhappy. Why didn't daddy wake up? I kissed him, but he still refused to move.

An'er felt a little aggrieved. She nestled in her mother's arms, glanced at Pei Jin, and complained to her mother in an audible voice.

"An'er, Daddy is sick. When we get home, let Grandpa and uncles hold you up high, okay?" Chan Yi stroked little An'er's soft hair and coaxed him gently, "An'er, Daddy is exhausted just to hold you up high. Look, you haven't woken up yet. From now on, we don't want him to hold you up high."

"Oh oh..." An'er looked at his mother as if he understood something.

My poor prince, you are disliked by the young lady. Oh, I feel so sad.

Mo Yan, who was standing by, puffed his lips and mourned for his master in his heart. The master must regain his masculinity, otherwise he will never be able to win back the young lady in this life.

Pei Jin, who was lying on the bed pretending to be unconscious, was in a very complicated mood at the moment. He had thought that if he pretended to be unconscious for a few more days, he could keep Chan Yi and her son for a few more days. But now it seemed that he had backfired. Chan Yi seemed to dislike him.

What should I do? Pei Jin was very conflicted, but he knew that he couldn't indulge in this good time. After all, he still had a tough battle to fight, and he couldn't hurt them because of his selfishness.

"Mo Yan, you serve the prince well, and we won't disturb his rest." Chan Yi stood up holding An'er and glanced at the person on the bed.

"Young Madam, no... Miss Xiao, please don't go. I'm afraid that the Young Master will have no help when he takes the medicine." Mo Yan scratched his scalp, glanced at Pei Jin, and said sadly.

"Isn't there Mother Zhou? I'll ask her to come over." Chan Yi said calmly.

She had long guessed that Pei Jin was pretending to faint, otherwise Doctor Hu would not have left without worry, and she would not fall for his trick. But when she thought that he was lying there motionless in order to keep them, she felt a little reluctant.

"Miss Xiao, please sit for a while." Mo Yan said with a bitter face, "Doctor Hu said that my son's condition is a little unstable..."

"Oh." Chan Yi was shocked. Could she have seen it wrong? "Please ask Doctor Hu to come in."

Since they had already shown up, she wasn't afraid of Doctor Hu's nonsense. He wasn't a fool, he should know what to say and what not to say.

When Mo Yan brought Doctor Hu in, Chan Yi had been staring at Pei Jin for a long time.

"Doctor Hu." Chan Yi stood up and bowed slightly.

"Miss, the prince's illness should be under control." Doctor Hu said with a bow, "But, it will recur a little bit in the near future."

"Then according to Doctor Hu, what else should we pay attention to for his illness?" Chan Yi asked softly.

"Well, I think the young master has been stimulated and is filled with despair, so his energy and spirit have been drained away." Doctor Hu said with a serious face.

An'er, in Chanyi's arms, was very curious about Doctor Hu's white beard and reached out to grab it.