The passers-by are vicious

Ignoring Old Lady Song, Liu Benchu ​​thought for a long time and answered, "Not having children, given Wanwan's current physical condition, it's hard to say. Her body is like broken porcelain and can't withstand the medicine at all, but maybe, it's feasible."

As long as there is a possibility, you should try it.

But in the eyes of Old Madam Song, Jiang Wanwan was doomed to die, and she should exchange her fragile life for her eldest grandson.

Old Madam Song was so angry that she was shaking all over. She picked up her cane and hit Song Qiyuan's leg hard, shouting angrily, "No."

"Song Qiyuan, that's the bloodline of the Jiang family, your son!"

Song Qiyuan stood there with a cold face. Even though he groaned in pain, he was still determined, "Let's do it. Don't give up the child, but save the adult."

Seeing that Song Qiyuan ignored her and was stubborn, Old Lady Song couldn't help but hold her chest in anger, tears streaming down her face. She cried and murmured, "Why did God let Sister Xu have such a bad fate? Is it to make us extinct?"

This is the child of the Song family that she had been waiting for for a long time. It is her bloodline that she prayed to God for. She must protect him even at the cost of her life.

Song Qiyuan was silent for a long time, and a thin layer of tears gradually appeared in his distant and cold eyes. However, his attitude was unusually firm, and he even said forcefully, "You can have another child in the future, but there must be no problem with Wanwan's life!"

He actually wanted this child that belonged to him and Jiang Wanwan very much, but if he lost his beloved wife forever because of this child, then Song Qiyuan would rather choose to give up the child.

"What a curse!" When Mrs. Song heard this, endless grief and sorrow suddenly appeared on her face, and her whole body became shaky.

Seeing this, Nanny Liu quickly reached out to support Madam Song to prevent her from falling to the ground.

At this time, Liu Benchu ​​also hurriedly reached out his hand to feel the pulse of Old Madam Song, and then said: "The old lady is just angry, it's nothing serious. Just go back and have a good rest, and take the medicine I prescribed on time."

Song Qiyuan swung his sleeves fiercely and said to Aunt Liu who was supporting Old Madam Song: "Send the old lady back!"

Nanny Liu naturally noticed the gleam of tears in Song Qiyuan's eyes, and she knew in her heart that it would be even more heartbreaking for Song Qiyuan to get rid of the child.

After all, this is the first child of Song Qiyuan and his beloved wife, how could he not care?

Nanny Liu was well aware of the torment Song Qiyuan was going through at the moment. She sighed helplessly and had to order others to help her lift Old Madam Song and leave.

After Song Qiyuan had someone boil the medicine, he carefully helped the still unconscious Jiang Wanwan up and placed her against his shoulder. With trembling fingers he picked up the medicine spoon and slowly brought it close to Jiang Wanwan's pale lips.

At this moment, Jiang Wanwan suddenly trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Song Qiyuan was suddenly panicked and quickly put down the medicine spoon.

Upon seeing this, Liu Benchu ​​immediately stepped forward to diagnose the situation. His brows were knitted tightly, his face was solemn, and finally he said with trembling lips: "No, Wanwan's body can no longer withstand the abortion drug. Now we can only choose to give birth to this child, but there is also the possibility of two deaths. But if we insist on aborting the child, I'm afraid Wanwan will not be able to withstand the effects of the drug and die on the spot."

Song Qiyuan gently wiped the corners of Jiang Wanwan's mouth with a handkerchief, then held the unconscious girl tightly in his arms.

His hard jaw lifted slightly, and his distant brows slowly closed.

"Everything should be based on Wanwan's health." He said softly, his voice revealing fatigue.

Liu Benchu ​​also frowned and wrote a new prescription, this time focusing on nourishing Jiang Wanwan's body.

Within a few days, Jiang Wanwan regained consciousness and slowly woke up.

Meanwhile, Ji Xian, who had not received any news from Jiang Wanwan in the past few days, was fiddling with his swords and guns in his own general's mansion. A hint of disappointment was revealed between his sharp brows.

Suddenly, a servant came running over and told him the news that Jiang Wanwan was ill.

Ji Xian's expression changed instantly, and he immediately dropped the spear in his hand and threw it to the servant next to him.

He stepped onto the wall without hesitation, leaped out, and rushed towards the direction of Marquis Weixin.

Jiang Wanwan had just woken up and leaned on the bed. She picked up a bowl of black medicine and drank it without hesitation.

Her brows slightly furrowed, but she did not complain or sigh, as if this bowl of bitter medicine was just a daily routine for her.

However, when Liu Benchu ​​told her that she was pregnant, Jiang Wanwan's eyebrows raised slightly, revealing a hint of surprise, but her frail face did not reveal too much emotional fluctuation.

She just nodded slightly, indicating that she already knew about it, as if she was accepting an ordinary thing, without too much expectation or concern.

However, after Jiang Lang learned that Jiang Wanwan had woken up, he couldn't wait to bring his wife Ji Hanci to visit her as soon as he got out of the court.

After entering the room, the two saw Jiang Wanwan lying on the hospital bed.

Although Jiang Wanwan had woken up, her face was still pale, but she looked extremely weak, as if she would fall down at the slightest breeze. She had a kind of fragile beauty.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Lang's heart ached. He quickly suppressed his heartache and worry in his heart, trying to act as normal, for fear that Jiang Wanwan would see through him.

However, when they left the yard, Jiang Lang could no longer conceal his inner pain. He clenched his fists tightly, and his fingers turned white from excessive force.

His eyes were full of confusion and helplessness. He didn't understand why God had done this to him and his sister. First he made them lose their parents, and now his sister was sick.

He really couldn't understand why fate was so cruel?

In fact, Jiang Lang had known for a long time that his sister was in poor health, but... he always held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that with the careful care of the imperial physician, his sister's health would gradually get better.

But unexpectedly, less than half a year after my sister became the lady of the Marquis's Mansion, she suddenly fell ill.

Seeing Jiang Lang's face full of pain, Ji Hanci felt distressed.

This was the first time she saw her husband lose his composure like this. She couldn't help but hold his hand lovingly to comfort him.

However, Jiang Wanwan, who was sitting on the bed, was not as indifferent to the child as many people thought. She stroked her slightly bulging belly, with a complex light flashing in her eyes, and said faintly: "I must give birth to the child. This way, even if I die, the Marquis will never alienate Lang'er because of this child."

Her voice was soft but firm. It didn't matter who the child belonged to. What mattered was that he was born in the Marquis' Mansion and he was the Marquis's child.