I Have 100,000 Dead Warriors

After Lin Qinshuang in the world of The Story of Minglan passed away, Shi Jin's soul left his body which died of natural causes.

Maybe she was born to be a hard worker and never had any free time.

As soon as I got back, the task came.

The person he traveled through time and space to this time surprised Shi Jin greatly.

It was one of her favorite characters in the Dream of the Red Chamber, Tanchun, the Iron Rose, one of the four sisters of the Jia family.

Shi Jin accepted the task without thinking twice.

Xiaomi: "Fuck! This is so refreshing, this is not like your style at all."

Shi Jin rolled his eyes: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take me to the world of Red Mansions."

……

The fictional dynasty is flourishing in the capital.

Rongguo Mansion is an exquisite and small courtyard.

Howls of pain continued to be heard from the inner room.

Maids and old women went in with hot water and came out with bloody water. The air was filled with the smell of blood and burning sensation.

The person who gave birth was none other than Aunt Zhao, the beloved concubine of Jia Zheng, the second master of Rongguo Mansion.

With the help of an experienced midwife, Aunt Zhao, who was howling like a ghost, gathered up all her strength, grabbed the quilt tightly, and gritted her teeth.

The next second, a loud cry was heard.

Aunt Zhao asked hurriedly, "Is it the young master or the young lady?"

The midwife knew that concubines valued sons the most, because only sons could make them honored as mothers, hold their heads high, and have a place in the man's family.

But she still gritted her teeth and replied, "Aunt, this beautiful girl."

Aunt Zhao couldn't hide her disappointment and sighed, "Forget it, first bloom, then bear fruit, a girl is a girl..."

As she was speaking, a flash of inspiration came into her mind.

Aunt Zhao was like a mad woman, her whole body twitched, and she suddenly shouted, "It can't be the girl. Madam just promoted the steward Zhou Rui's sister to be an aunt. If I can't be promoted by my son this time, will I still have a place to stand in this mansion in the future?"

She leaned over and looked at her daughter in the midwife's arms. Her whole body was red, just like an oversized red-skinned egg.

Experienced elders often say that the redder a child is when he is born, the fairer and more beautiful he will be when he grows up.

This child is obviously a beauty.

It’s a pity that it’s a girl. It would have been great if it was a son.

Strange emotions were spreading wildly in Aunt Zhao's mind.

An unprecedented sense of crisis made her realize that she must have a son. Without him, she would be finished.

This baby must be a son no matter what.

Aunt Zhao was silent for a while, then gritted her teeth and said fiercely: "Go tell the master that I gave birth to a boy for him."

The midwife's eyes widened: "Aunt, how can this be possible, you..."

Aunt Zhao glared at her and said, "I said my son is my son. Do you understand what I should and shouldn't say?"

The midwife was a relative from Aunt Zhao's family.

She was afraid that she would be poisoned by her mistress, Madam Wang, who had a hypocritical heart and a beautiful face, so she found a reliable relative from her natal family to deliver the baby.

The midwife's family also benefited a lot from Aunt Zhao's favor.

If Aunt Zhao can gain status through her son, she will get more benefits.

Thinking of this, the midwife smiled and said, "Aunt is so lucky that the first child is a boy. I will go out and tell the master the good news."

"go quickly!"

After the midwife left, Aunt Zhao looked at her daughter in the cradle and murmured gently, "Good child, don't blame me, I have no choice!"

Tanchun opened her big black eyes and spit out bubbles of milk.

Good guy!

He actually used his daughter to pretend to be his son!