The mistress has no feelings, why do you provoke her?

The Pingyang Marquis's residence, a separate courtyard.

It hurts, it hurts too much...

Song Wenjun's hand unconsciously touched her stomach, and she was immediately stunned.

Her belly was surprisingly large, and she was experiencing spasmodic pains from below; she was about to give birth.

But wasn't her child switched and thrown away?

How can this be?

Is it...

Looking at the familiar furnishings in the room, a surge of joy flashed in Song Wenjun's eyes; she had been reborn.

Familiar memories resurfaced, violently impacting Song Wenjun's mind.

In her previous life, she married Gu Huaizhou, the Marquis of Pingyang. She thought he was sincerely asking for her hand in marriage, but she didn't expect that he was after her family's vast wealth.

Gu Huaizhou disguised himself very well, without even a concubine by his side, but he took great care of his widowed sister-in-law.

Song Wenjun was completely deceived by him, and devoted her heart to him, using her vast wealth to pave the way for him and help him obtain a title.

He felt even more sorry for his widowed sister-in-law, who was all alone and helpless, and took great care of her.

Little did they know that they had already fallen into a trap they had set.

Gu Huaizhou had already colluded with his widowed sister-in-law.

What's even more heartbreaking is that after she gave birth to her child after ten months of pregnancy, Gu Huaizhou switched her child with that of her widowed sister-in-law, while Gu Huaizhou strangled her own flesh and blood to death and fed the body to the dogs.

It's hateful that she was unaware of this and was completely fooled by the two men.

He raised his enemy's child as his own, only to end up with his family destroyed and his life ruined.

Her family was emptied out, and her brother died tragically.

Her sincerity was met with a bloody arrow aimed directly at her head.

Gu Huaizhou shed his disguise and revealed his true colors.

He embraced his widowed sister-in-law and held his son, and said to Song Wenjun in person, "You, a lowly merchant's daughter, are not worthy of the position of a marquis's wife. I married you only because of your wealth. Now that I have inherited the title, I naturally do not need you as an obstacle. I really have to thank you for your help over the years, otherwise I would not have come this far."

The widowed sister-in-law hugged and kissed her son repeatedly, then gave Song Wenjun a smug smile: "You've worked so hard raising my son all these years, but you won't need to anymore. You're a lowly person, so don't bring bad luck to my son."

The two laughed wildly, and even the child spat at her.

Song Wenjun was already terminally ill and unable to get out of bed at that time.

Overwhelmed with anger, he coughed up blood and died of anger.

……

A sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and waves of contractions brought Song Wenjun back to her senses.

The baby is about to be born, no, she has to leave here immediately.

Despite the pain, Song Wenjun walked towards the door. Those outside looked tense when they saw her come out.

"Madam, why did you come out?"

The pain in her abdomen made Song Wenjun dizzy, but she still endured it and dared not show any weakness: "Prepare the carriage, I want to leave here and go back to the capital."

In order to control her, Gu Huaizhou used the excuse of needing her to recuperate to take her away from the capital and send her to this secluded villa.

All the people around her were left in the capital, and the people in the courtyard were all replaced by Gu Huaizhou's people.

Song Wenjun trusted no one; only by leaving this place could she have a sliver of hope.

The old women exchanged glances, their eyes filled with wariness: "But the Marquis instructed us not to let Madam move around freely. The baby could be born at any time. Madam should just stay put."

Song Wenjun's face was frighteningly gloomy as she glared at the old woman: "This lady is leaving when she says she will, and no one dares to stop her."

The old woman and the servants all lowered their heads, but none of them listened to her.

Song Wenjun's heart sank. She looked around but couldn't find Xiao Tao, and her unease grew.

She asked, "Where's Xiaotao?"

Xiao Tao had been by her side since she was little. Her brother was afraid that she would be bullied, so he specially taught Xiao Tao martial arts so that he could protect her.

But I haven't seen Xiaotao all day. Could she have been transferred?

"Madam, Xiao Tao ate something bad and is resting in her room," the old woman replied.

Song Wenjun's face turned pale. She decided not to eat anything bad, neither in the morning nor at night.

Unfortunately, she got food poisoning just before she was about to give birth, which clearly meant someone didn't want Xiao Tao to get close to her.

In her anger and anxiety, the intense pain in her abdomen intensified.

Song Wenjun frowned, and her hand unconsciously went to touch her stomach.

Upon seeing this, the old woman's alarm bells rang, and she asked with concern, "Madam, are you about to give birth?"

Song Wenjun clenched her teeth, trying hard to maintain her composure, and said, "I'm fine."

Ignoring the servants' attempts to stop her, she insisted on walking out.

Only by leaving this place can her child survive.

"Madam, you can't leave! It's getting late, and the mountain roads are bumpy and dangerous." The servants hurriedly tried to stop her.

Song Wenjun was in severe lower abdominal pain, and large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

She even bit her lips until they bled, leaving a metallic taste in her mouth.

She walked out without saying a word, hoping to give her child a chance at life.

Just then, the butler suddenly appeared.

He glanced at the servants in the courtyard and said sternly, "Madam is about to give birth. How can you let her go out alone? Quickly help her back inside."

Anger blazed in Song Wenjun's eyes as she sternly declared, "I am the Lady of the Marquis's Mansion. Who dares to touch me?"

The steward smiled slightly at Song Wenjun and cupped his hands, saying, "Madam, please don't force me. If something happens to you, I won't have enough heads to chop off."

The butler spoke respectfully, but there was not a trace of fear in his eyes.

He was Gu Huaizhou's man, so naturally he would listen to Gu Huaizhou.

At her command, two old women stepped forward and said to Song Wenjun, "Madam, please forgive us."

Then, they supported her on either side, trying to forcibly drag her back into the room.

Song Wenjun struggled violently, but with her large belly and the intense contractions, she couldn't break free.

Just then, a soft woman's voice came from the doorway: "Mrs. Gu, are you about to give birth?"

The speaker was the wife of an official in the capital, surnamed Fang, whose child was frail.

Every summer I come to this villa for a short stay to escape the heat.

Song Wenjun had met her a few times before and chatted with her briefly.

If she were there, Gu Huaizhou would definitely not dare to do anything.

Song Wenjun's eyes lit up, and she said to Fang Shi, "Sister Fang, could you come and keep me company? This is my first time giving birth, and I have no experience. I'm scared."

Fang hesitated for a moment, but seeing Song Wenjun's flustered expression, she had no choice but to come in: "Why not? Childbirth is a difficult hurdle for a woman. It's normal for you to be afraid when you're young."

Seeing that Fang had agreed, Song Wenjun was so grateful that she shed tears.

With tears in her eyes, she said to Mr. Fang, "Thank you."

Just as Madam Fang was about to walk in, her maid's voice came from the doorway: "Madam, something terrible has happened! The young master has a high fever again."

Fang paused, a worried look on her face.

Although she had agreed to Song Wenjun's request, her own son's life was also important.

Moreover, there were so many people in the courtyard, including a midwife.

In the end, she gave up the idea and said to Song Wenjun, "I'm sorry, I have to go see my son. You have a midwife with you, so don't worry."

After saying this, Fang turned around and went back, ignoring Song Wenjun's expectant gaze.

The butler's heart finally settled down, and he lowered his voice and said, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and help the lady inside."

The crowd helped Song Wenjun back to her room.

The housekeeper had the courtyard gate locked, and no one was allowed to enter.

Song Wenjun's hopes were dashed.