We are all reborn, of course we have to overthrow it and start over again to take the whole family f

Zhang, the midwife who delivered Yun, was still unaware of the changes that had taken place. She even pretended to accompany her and shed a few tears, saying hypocritically.

"Madam, please accept my condolences. This child is unlucky and cannot enjoy this blessing. Madam, you are still young and will have another child. This, this stillborn child, I will take care of it!"

Xiahou Shihua's mouth and nose were covered, and she instinctively flapped her hands and feet, but the life-saving struggle was covered up tightly by the midwife's wide sleeves.

The midwife noticed the baby's struggling in her arms, and fearing that the secret would be exposed, she increased the strength of her hands that were covering the baby's mouth and nose.

Damn, this old vicious woman, &※~&s:...

Xiahou Shihua exhaled fragrant air and cursed the midwife's ancestors for eighteen generations.

No way, God, are you asleep or blind? I just died and was reborn, but as soon as I turned around, I died again.

No, mother, save me... I, I'm about to shit.

Just now, Yun heard a faint cry for help. She thought she was hallucinating, so she quietly raised her eyes and looked around secretly to see where the sound came from, but no one in the room noticed anything unusual.

Now when she heard the word "mother", she was sure and certain that she had not heard it wrong, it was real.

The only person in the room who could call her mother was the "dead baby" she had just given birth to.

A dead baby can’t speak, could it be that she… is alive!!!

Yun was startled and stopped wiping her tears. She suppressed her shock and stared at the wide cuffs of the midwife's sleeves.

Sure enough, the wide cuffs moved slightly.

Shihua's little hands and feet were still fluttering, but the fluttering was getting weaker and weaker. She was tired before she even had a bite of milk.

She stopped struggling to save her energy, and screamed for help in her heart.

Dear mother, please save me quickly. If you don’t do anything, I, your precious daughter, will be killed...

Yun was very smart and knew how serious the situation was. If the midwife got impatient and used a little more force, her child would be killed. So she had to calm the old woman down first.

Yun had just given birth and was still weak. She was gasping for breath and sobbing with tears in her eyes.

"My poor child, wuwuwu... bring my poor child here, let me take another look at her, so that we can complete the love between mother and daughter and make it worthwhile for her to be born in my belly, wuwuwu..."

Yun Shiqiang was half-supporting her weak body, and her words were weak and intermittent, but they were loud enough for the maidservant beside her to hear clearly. By the way, she secretly gave Cuizhi a wink.

Cuizhi is Yun's chief maid. She is loyal and can understand Yun's expressions in an instant.

"Madam is asking questions. Grandma Zhang, hurry up and bring the child over for Madam to see."

As Cuizhi spoke, she approached the midwife calmly.

The midwife didn't seem to expect that Yun would not mind bad luck and suddenly wanted to take a look at the "dead baby".

But how could this "dead baby" be shown to the Yun family?

She pursed her dry lips and forced out a flattering smile that was uglier than crying, but she covered her hands with the flowers and used more force, and also hid the baby deep in her sleeves.

"Madam, this child is dead. A dead fetus that can't even cry is full of resentment. Don't disturb your body. Let me take it out and deal with it, so as not to bring bad luck to you."

As the midwife spoke, she quietly retreated towards the door.

"You damned old witch, you are unlucky. Your whole family is unlucky. My dear mother, you will never despise me for being unlucky. Mother..."

Yun can now be sure that the baby voice she heard is that of her newborn daughter. It is so great that she can hear her daughter's voice and her daughter is still alive.

"How dare you! I want to take a look at my child, whether he is dead or alive."

Yun's eyebrows were raised, and she shouted at the midwife. She was the mistress of the Marquis's mansion, and a strong mother. Although her breath was a little weak and her face was a little pale, her majesty from managing the family for a long time was still there.

The midwife was panicked when she heard this. She hesitated for a moment and subconsciously wanted to hand it over. But when she thought of that person, she didn't dare to do it again.

Okay, let’s take another gamble.

The midwife Zhang knelt down with a thump, "Madam, this child is indeed dead. It is better not to look at him. It will take a long time for him to recover after just one look. Besides, the old lady has instructed..."

It was a matter of life and death. Shihua tried to use her cultivation from her previous life. Maybe it was because she had just absorbed a bit of spiritual energy from the heaven and earth, so she was able to use it.

The little hand reluctantly made a gesture, and the midwife wanted to continue to quibble, but suddenly, the hand that was covering Shihua's mouth and nose was pierced by thousands of steel needles.

"what--"

The old midwife screamed in pain and almost dropped the baby in her arms.

Cuizhi seized the opportunity and snatched Shihua away with one hand, "You old fool, didn't you hear Madam say that you wanted to look after the child?"

Cuizhi didn't forget to step hard on the old midwife's foot. The force was so strong that her toes were guaranteed to be swollen like pig's feet.

The old midwife felt pain and let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered. She did not care about anything else and hurried to take care of her feet. The baby (Xiahou Shihua) then safely fell into Cuizhi's arms.

Cuizhi was thoughtful. She took out a warm, soft, and brand new mattress that she had prepared long ago and immediately wrapped Shihua in it, making a swaddling cloth.

After everything was settled, she carried the baby to Yun and said, "Madam, look."

Shihua's mouth and nose were loosened, and she opened her little mouth and started crying "wawawa".

Although she had been covered for a long time, Shihua's cry was still so loud. At the same time, along with the sound of her breathing, a fresh and light fragrance emanated. But this fragrance was very short-lived and disappeared in a flash.

Hearing the crying, Yun was relieved. She forced herself to sit up. The maid next to her quickly and considerately put a big thick pillow under her waist and back so that she could lean on it more comfortably.

Yun reached out and took the swaddling clothes, hugged the daughter she almost lost, and pressed her delicate little face against her own.

"Wow, mommy, please stick with me. Huahua likes it so much!"

Shihua stopped crying and wanted to put her little face against Yunshi, but she was just a newborn and was so soft that she couldn't even lift her head. After trying for a long time, she had to give up.

But when Yun heard the childish and caressing voice, her heart melted. As she wished, she gently caressed Xiahou Shihua's little face again and then let go.

Only at this time did Yun have the chance to take a closer look at the treasure that was almost lost.

Shihua was not like other flowers. She looked like a newborn baby, wrinkled like an old man or old woman. She was so beautiful that she made Yun cry.

The chubby, porcelain-white face is as delicate and tender as a baby's, and there is a small, light blue lotus birthmark on the smooth and full forehead. A faint and soft golden light flows slowly between the blue lotus.

This child has a special background. He was so different from the moment he was born.