"One word, die, after you die, I will let your children live the life they want to live, without worrying about food and clothing for a lifetime, and enjoy the wealth of the world", the noblewoman's voice became cold, and it seemed to be a few degrees lower in the room where the fire was burning.

Xu Yan'er was stunned, she didn't expect that as a woman, she would face such a cruel choice after giving birth, and she also understood that she had no choice in the face of this woman.

"Death" is so light for some people, but their children can't stay by their side for a day, can't accompany themselves for a moment, this feeling is more than a heart-rending pain.

"Can I take another look at my child?" Xu Yan'er said to the lady with tears in her eyes, almost pleading.

"What is the difference between looking at it and not looking at it?" The noble lady heard Xu Yan'er's words, she had already made a decision tomorrow, with a cold smile on her face, and her delicate palm was attached to Xu Yan'er's forehead, and then, with a burst of strength, it was this seemingly weak palm, a flash of light, and Xu Yan'er's breath was exhausted.

Xu Yan'er, who was dying of anger, still had her eyes open, looking at the small figure in the direction of the table, with all kinds of feelings in her eyes, distress, guilt, helplessness, expectation, and more endless helplessness.

Ren Miao didn't expect that as soon as he was born in this strange time and space, he would be in such a whirlpool of wealth, and he didn't expect that he would become the protagonist in such a tragic drama of mother and son's death.

He looked deeply and firmly remembered this face, he was the owner of this face, and he exchanged his life for his own survival.

A pair of hands picked herself up roughly, and then wrapped a few layers of clothes as if she was disgusted, and the lady walked out, leaving Xu Yan'er who was desperate.

As a young baby, Ren Ethereal lay quietly in her arms, still not crying or making trouble, as if she were a dead baby.

At the door, a middle-aged man stood there quietly, looking at the noblewoman.

"You're here", the lady looked at the middle-aged man, and a sweet smile like a femme fatale appeared on her beautiful face.

The man didn't speak, he didn't answer, he looked in the direction of the room, and frowned slightly.

"Postpartum hemorrhage, not saved, na, sir, do you think this child is cute?" The lady remained silent, as if she did not have any weakness of heart at all, but carried the child in her arms in front of him, and the words were as light as the death of the woman in the house.

"Hmm", Ren Wudu glanced coldly at the baby in her arms, and let out an unclear sound, as if he had no intention of verifying it at all.

"Sir, let me raise this child," said the noblewoman as she smiled and teased the baby.

"Whatever you want," replied, still in a voice that barely had any emotional fluctuations.

"However, the concubine doesn't want the child to learn martial arts, how dangerous it is to fight and kill," the noble lady smiled and looked at Ren Wugra and handed the child to him.

Ren Wudu glanced at the baby in front of him, a pair of black eyes, looking at himself innocently, not crying or making trouble.

"Then just let him not learn martial arts," Ren said for no reason, and then a yellow light flashed in his palm, and it suddenly stuck to the baby's vest!

"Poof!" Ren Miao didn't expect that in just one hour of his birth, he would hover on the edge of life and death twice, and a strange force in the vest almost destroyed the eight veins of his strange meridians, how could the baby's delicate meridians withstand such a huge energy, he felt like he was about to burst, and then the energy continued to pour in!

Life and death are in the blink of an eye!

Ren Miao didn't have time to think about it, "Click!" Almost audible, a sea of darkness on Ren Miao's chest facing his back instantly burst like a pocket, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, Ren Wutuno withdrew his hand, his expression still cold.

"Okay, his Jade Shuhai has been quenched, and he can't practice martial arts in this life", Ren's unprovoked tone couldn't hear joy and anger.

The noble lady hugged Ren Miao over with joy, wiped the blood donation from the corner of the child's mouth as if she was distressed, and then threw the handkerchief aside, and nodded with a smile: "Thank you, master, the master's Qianyuan Tenglong recipe is becoming more and more proficient."

"By the way, what should the child be called?" asked the noblewoman, who seemed to have just thought of something, and looked up.

"Ren Fang", Ren spit out two words for no reason, a plain name, usually as if he was the son of a farmer.

While the two were talking, they didn't notice the ethereal black eyes in their arms, which seemed to be as cold as ice.

In a palatial room, the noble lady hugged Ren Miao, gently knocked on the rosewood table on the side with one hand, and although the smile on the corner of her mouth was there, she couldn't feel the slightest warmth.

Suddenly, a black figure appeared in the room as if out of thin air, half-kneeling in front of the noblewoman.

"Madam, all the people who know about this baby's origin have already taken care of it," a muffled voice sounded behind the black figure's mask.

"I see," the lady waved her hand, and after speaking, she looked down at the baby in her arms with a smile.

"You see, for your sake, I have worked harder, and called my mother to listen"?

However, in response to her, the baby was still silent, as if infatuated.

"Hehe, a child born of a slut, I'm afraid it's not a dumb person," the lady saw Ren Yi's performance, and remembered that since birth, the child had not made a sound.

"Someone, call Yuanchun!" said the noblewoman.

Soon, a "broad-minded" young woman walked in respectfully.

"Madam, what's the matter with the little one?"

"You just gave birth last month, didn't you?" the lady smiled softly.

"Mrs. Lao is concerned, the folk girl does have a daughter," the young woman didn't know what the noble lady meant, but her head lowered more and more, and responded cautiously.

"A daughter", the lady closed her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

Just when the woman was worried, she suddenly raised her head and looked at the woman: "Your child, give it away, and then you will be the nurse of my child, and you will be rich and wealthy."

The woman's body shook suddenly, and she couldn't help but take two steps back, and for the first time she raised her head to look at the noble lady and the baby in her arms, and her lips pursed.

"Madam, the people have only one daughter, please be merciful, Madame! I have enough milk to feed two children!" The woman knelt down with a thud and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

The lady sitting on the seat was unmoved, and waved her hand: "Needless to say, even if you are the son of a slut, you are also the son of the Hou Mansion, how can you drink milk with others, your child, I have already sent someone to deal with it, in the future, you can live in the mansion with peace of mind."

After speaking, he got up, waved his hand, and someone took the woman down almost like a drag.