Lu Lingjun looked at the woman who woke up on the bed and had nothing to say.
She has never been an enthusiastic and talkative person, nor is she a kind-hearted person who likes to teach others. She always opens her mouth to persuade this and that, to preach to this person, and to teach that person how to be a good person.She's not qualified.
Everyone has his or her own life. It is not other people's turn to teach or point fingers at others.
Whether you live a good or bad life is your own life and your own ability.
People can never teach people by teaching them. Only when things teach people can people be taught.
Everyone is walking his own path, Xing Dairong and she too.
She had helped Xing Dairong before and let her go a few times, only because she had her eyes on the baby in her belly.
Now that Qiu Ling has given birth to a son, she still looks half-dead. Lu Lingjun really doesn't have any words of comfort to say to her.
"Qiu Ling gave birth to a son. If you have any brains, you should live well. For the sake of the child in your belly, I can keep you fed in the future. If you continue to be like this, I will not care whether you live or die."
Lu Lingjun stood up and said.
She is a cold-hearted person, but having done this, she has done her best and has no regrets.
Lu Lingjun left. Xing Dairong, who was lying on the bed, slowly turned his dry and lifeless eyes.
Early the next morning.
Cheng Yunshuo went to work.
Lu Lingjun was doing chores in the yard.
The first thing he did was to inform the old Marquis Qin who was in the other courtyard, that Qiu Ling had given birth to a son last night.
That morning, the letters from Qin and others arrived.
As soon as they heard the good news, they rushed back to take a look. However, just before leaving, Qin suddenly received a letter from her parents' home.
Her brother, the Prince of Qin, died suddenly of illness.
Qin and the old marquis went to other places to pay their respects, leaving all matters concerning the mansion and the children to Lu Lingjun.
At the same time, rewards are also indispensable.
This time, there were two boxes of jewels, jade, jewelry accessories, and small ornaments, and three boxes of cloth and supplements.
Lu Lingjun looked at the things that were sent back along with the letters. She selected them and sorted them out together with her previous private dowry. She picked out a box of jewelry, five pieces of fine silk, and dozens of supplements, and sent them all to Qiuxiangyuan.
Qiu Ling has made a great contribution by giving birth to a son, and she should be rewarded well.
Then Qin named the child Cheng Bing'an.
After Lu Lingjun finished writing Qin's reply, the work was not over yet. She still had to choose a wet nurse for the child.
Qiu Ling gave birth prematurely, and she had been arranging for a wet nurse a few days ago. The baby was born so quickly yesterday that the wet nurse had not been officially confirmed. Little Bing'an is now drinking the milk of a nanny in the mansion who had given birth to a child half a year ago and is about to stop breastfeeding.
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Daily life of the mistress
Historical FictionAuthor: Zhou Dabai Introduction: [A girl from an aristocratic family tears off a girl who travels through time + rebirth + the daily life of an antique and leisurely mistress] Lu Lingjun and his younger sister Lu Hanyi were both reborn. In her previ...