The whole family is reborn, and their five-year-old child becomes the darling of the entire capital.

It's highly likely that the boss's wife brought this upon herself.

If you count the days, it's not actually premature; she should be giving birth in the next few days.

Aunt Min, tears streaming down her face, pointed a trembling finger at An Lan. Suddenly, she knelt down in front of the old lady with a thud, crying out in a hoarse voice, "Old lady! That's my own grandson! He's the first great-grandson of our Duke's mansion! If something really happens to him, how can I live on!"

She kowtowed as she cried, her forehead hitting the ground with a loud thud that was heartbreaking to hear.

"Madam, you must do justice for me! It's obvious that someone did this on purpose! She's pregnant, how could she have fallen on her own? Someone must have pushed her!" Aunt Min said firmly.

Seeing the old lady rubbing her ears, seemingly annoyed by Aunt Min's crying, Aunt Xu, standing nearby, mustered her courage and spoke up, "But, if she hadn't hit someone with the stick first, this wouldn't have happened..."

Before she could finish speaking, Aunt Min suddenly turned around and glared fiercely at Aunt Xu, her eyes filled with hostility.

"She was pregnant, so it's inevitable that her emotions would be a bit unstable. If she hadn't deliberately seduced my son, why would he have told me behind my back that he wanted to make her his concubine?" Aunt Min became more and more agitated as she spoke, and her voice grew louder and louder.

Seeing that Aunt Min was about to continue her scolding, the old lady finally lost her temper. She swung her Buddhist prayer beads forcefully, hitting Aunt Min directly in the face, and shouted sternly, "Enough! Shut your mouth!"

Aunt Min was so frightened that her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she immediately shut her mouth. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and she dared not say another word.

The Duchess's face was ashen as she slowly placed the teacup on the table, making a soft sound. She chuckled lightly, her tone calm yet carrying a hint of authority, "Aunt Min, you've forgotten the rules again."

Aunt Min turned her head innocently and looked at the cold-faced Duchess with trepidation. She was filled with doubt and did not understand what she had done wrong to displease the mistress of the house.

The Duchess ignored her gaze, instead smiling slightly and saying softly, "That's not your son. Remember, you should call him Young Master."

Aunt Min's pupils widened suddenly, as if she had been greatly insulted. Her already flushed cheeks turned even redder, like ripe apples. She glared resentfully at the Duchess, her anger growing ever stronger.

How could she not hear the sarcasm in the Duchess's words? It was clearly an implication that she was nothing more than a lowly concubine, completely unworthy of being called a mother.

Seeing this, Aunt Xu quickly interjected, "Sister, please don't take offense at my loose tongue. Although you entered the Mu family earlier than me, we are both just concubines in the end. How can you continue to treat the eldest young master as your own son? If this gets out, people will laugh at us."

"Yan Yuxu! You..." Aunt Min was so angry that she trembled all over. She suddenly stood up and raised her hand to slap Aunt Yuxu across the face.

That vixen, how dare she kick someone when they're down!

"What kind of behavior is this!" A stern male voice came from the doorway.

The Duke has arrived.

Mu Sikuang frowned as he looked at the mess in the main hall, the people staggering about, and the Buddhist prayer beads that had fallen from the old lady's hand.

He quickly stepped forward, carefully picked up the Buddhist prayer beads that the old lady had dropped on the ground, and after carefully checking them to make sure they were not damaged, he helped the old lady put them back on her wrist.

Aunt Min stood to the side, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Mu Sikuang. She hadn't seen him for several months, and had thought he wouldn't come after her grandson's accident. Unexpectedly, he had come after all.

Mu Sikuang's gaze never lingered on Aunt Min, but instead fell upon the lady who was holding Yu Xi and sitting in a chair. His tone was gentler than before: "I know that the women of your An family would never use such despicable means to deal with a child who is not yet in danger. Rest assured, I will handle this matter."

The Duchess never once glanced at Mu Sikuang; she focused solely on Yu Xi in her arms, gently asking if she had been frightened.

Faced with the lady's indifferent attitude, Mu Sikuang's eyes revealed a trace of sadness, but he did not say much. He simply waved his hand, signaling his men to help the An family girl up.

"It's just a premature birth, the child is fine, what are you trying to do by making such a fuss?" Mu Sikuang looked coldly at Aunt Min, who had knelt down again.

He had been extremely busy lately, all to ensure that the Mu family's influence in the capital was more firmly established and unshakeable. To this end, he spared no expense in purchasing multiple residences in other places, just in case, so that if any accidents or changes occurred in the future, he would have enough time to safely escort the old lady and his wife out.

However, since his rebirth, he has been unable to be completely honest and open with his wife. Worse still, for over a month he has been refused entry by her, unable to set foot in her bedroom…

"This is not something that happens for no reason..." Aunt Min saw the master's increasingly gloomy face and knew in her heart that something was wrong. She quickly shut her mouth, afraid that if she continued to say anything, she would anger the master.

Aunt Xu, standing to the side, gazed at Mu Sikuang with gentle, tender eyes, filled with dependence and affection. She spoke softly, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, the First Madam's due date should have been in the next few days. It's just that the fetus was restless and the labor started early. Sister Min is being too sensitive."

“But…” Aunt Min wanted to argue, but when she glanced at the master’s dark and gloomy face, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of grievance. She had no choice but to lower her head and kneel on the ground, feeling indignant and increasingly angry.

She was the one who was wronged, but in the end, everything became her fault?

When Aunt Min was young, she was a dancer. She was beautiful, but she was never very bright and never knew how to use her strengths. She just wiped away her tears in grievance.

Seeing her like this, Aunt Xu's eyes flashed with a glint of shrewdness, and she said softly, "Master, let Sister Min get up first."

Aunt Min was indeed quick to anger. Looking at her arrogant and pretentious act of pleading for her, she gritted her teeth in hatred. "Do I need a shameless little slut like you to plead for me? What kind of thing are you!"

Unable to contain himself any longer, Mu Sikuang looked at her coldly with a stern face, "Xu Min!"