After the delicate and soft-spoken wife gave up, the aloof and powerful minister embraced her and sh

Outside the door, the old lady was still making veiled criticisms.

Wen Jiayue had been listening for four years and had long since developed the ability to ignore it, secretly pondering her future plans.

The first two words that popped into my mind were "divorce".

Since Shen Fuhan likes the eldest princess, she is happy to grant his wish; it's better than sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams.

However, if they divorce, she will definitely not be able to take her daughter with her and will have to leave her in the Marquis's mansion to be raised.

Once Shen Fuhan remarries, Zhaozhao's fate will become even more tragic.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiayue suddenly remembered the scene of Zhao Zhao lying cold in her arms, and boundless hatred welled up in her eyes.

She will never let her daughter repeat the same mistake!

"Madam, why don't I take Miss out and show her to the Old Madam? Miss is so adorable, the Old Madam will surely love her."

Upon hearing Ruyi's words, Wen Jiayue snapped out of her daze and slowly composed herself.

She shook her head: "No need."

The old lady always disliked Zhaozhao because she was a girl and never gave her a second glance. Why should she go to the trouble of sending her daughter to the old lady?

"I'm a little hungry, please serve the meal."

Ruyi responded with a "yes," then suddenly realized, "Serve the meal?"

She asked, somewhat puzzled, "But the Marquis hasn't returned yet."

Previously, the lady always ate with the marquis, and no matter how long it took, she would wait.

Upon hearing this, Wen Jiayue gave a bittersweet smile.

Yes, she used to wait happily for Shen Fuhan to eat together. Even if she was starving, she would only eat a couple of snacks to fill her stomach before continuing to wait.

Shen Fuhan was busy with official duties and his return time was unpredictable.

Sometimes he would eat out, whether invited by colleagues or summoned by the emperor. He never sent anyone to inform her in advance, leaving her alone to eat the dishes on the table without tasting them.

But now, she doesn't care about him anymore.

However, with such a sudden change, she feared that Ruyi would notice something, and even more so that Shen Fuhan would sense something amiss.

When she first woke up, she had already shared a lot of information with Shen Fuhan. Although he only cared about the eldest princess, she knew that he remembered it all.

Not asking doesn't mean he wasn't curious about what she said.

Wen Jiayue pondered for a moment and explained, "I just gave birth and I'm starving. I'll have another meal with the Marquis when he comes back."

Anyway, she could just pretend to be asleep when the time came; she didn't believe Shen Fuhan would drag her out of bed to eat with him.

Moreover, he must be completely focused on the eldest princess right now, so he wouldn't pay any attention to her or his daughter.

Another dull pain shot through her chest, and Wen Jiayue took a deep breath.

Ruyi realized that what she had said was particularly inappropriate and quickly apologized.

She was a little annoyed. Really, she was the lady's maid, and everything should naturally be done according to the lady's wishes. Why was she so talkative?

"It's alright, go ahead," Wen Jiayue sighed. "If you keep talking, I'll be hungry for a while longer."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Zhao Zhao, who had been unusually well-behaved, suddenly burst into tears.

Ruyi said in a panic, "Miss must be hungry too. Let me take her to the wet nurse."

Wen Jiayue immediately reached out to stop her: "No, you can't go."

She didn't trust her daughter to be left with the wet nurse at all. What kind of person could a wet nurse be who fed her daughter tranquilizers?

Ruyi asked in confusion, "What's wrong with Madam?"

Wen Jiayue didn't explain, and simply said, "I'll feed him myself."

Ruyi was almost speechless with shock: "Madam, there are wet nurses in the manor, why do you need to feed the young lady yourself?"

Before Wen Jiayue could speak, the old lady's angry voice came from outside.

"You're going to feed them? That won't do!"

Wen Jiayue had already undressed when the old lady suddenly burst in, startling her. She quickly instructed Ruyi to lower the bed curtains.

Without thinking twice, the old lady tore open the bed curtains and tried to pull the child out of Wen Jiayue's arms.

Despite being over fifty, his movements were so swift that even Ruyi was stunned for a moment before she reacted.

"Madam, what are you doing? Madam is just breastfeeding the young lady!"

She was hesitant to intervene, as the old lady suffered from heart palpitations, and if she were to upset her, it would certainly be detrimental to the lady of the house.

"No, no!" the old lady said anxiously, "If the young lady takes all the boy's things, how will she have a son in the future!"

Wen Jiayue frowned. What kind of twisted logic is this!

Zhao Zhao held on tightly, and the old lady tried to pick her up. In the struggle, Wen Jiayue gasped in pain.

But she was extremely weak and had no ability to resist; she could only hold her daughter tightly.

In a daze, she felt that Zhao Zhao in her arms had turned into a three-year-old, and the person who was taking her daughter away was the Princess.

She had only one thought in her mind—this time, her mother would definitely protect you.

Wen Jiayue mustered all her strength and protected her daughter with all her might.

One tried to pull her into his arms, while the other tried to pull her away, but neither of them could move. Ruyi was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

Seeing that the lady's face was gradually turning pale, Ruyi dared not hesitate any longer and reached out to remove the old lady's hand.

The old lady was stunned for a moment, then raised her hand and slapped him, angrily saying, "You dare to stop me?"

Ruyi, ignoring the burning sensation on her cheek, collapsed beside the bed and asked in a trembling voice, "Madam, are you alright?"

Wen Jiayue finally came to her senses, looked down at Zhao Zhao who was still quietly nursing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

She murmured, "It's alright... This time, I finally protected my daughter."

The old lady was still bossing him around: "Put the child down quickly and let the wet nurse feed him!"

Wen Jiayue glanced at her calmly: "What if I insist on feeding him myself?"

The old lady choked for once, which was rare for her.

Previously, her granddaughter-in-law had always been submissive. When she spoke, Wen Jiayue dared not interrupt or explain anything, acting like a quail.

Now he not only argues with her, but he also doesn't listen to her!

The old lady sat down, clutching her chest.

Wen Jiayue glanced at it once and then looked away. Having spent four years together, she could tell at a glance when the old lady's palpitations were feigned, like now.

The old lady said in a trembling voice, "Are you trying to anger me to death?! Quickly, bring my grandson back! This Marquis's mansion has gone too far!"

"Alright," Wen Jiayue laughed, "then let your upright grandson give it a good hearing and see who's in the right!"

Upon hearing this, the old lady's arrogance immediately subsided by a third.

He knows his own grandson well; he always sides with reason, not family.

She no longer cared about feigning heart palpitations, glared fiercely at Wen Jiayue, and uttered a harsh remark.

"You wait, I have plenty of ways to deal with you!"