Just as Old Master Jiang was about to decide, he suddenly heard Gu Qingtong’s heart-wrenching cry, and tears immediately streamed down his face, unable to speak.
“If there’s still a child, I’ll be at ease with you all taking care of me, but without a child, I might as well die…” After Gu Qingtong finished speaking, she began to wail.
The midwives, though knowing it was cruel, followed her decision.
With each cry, Old Master Jiang was at a loss. Suddenly, a midwife brought out a child and handed it to them: “Master, it’s a young master.”
Old Master Jiang and Lin Yiniang cried and laughed, but saw clear water going in and bloody water coming out, so much blood that Gu Qingtong ultimately could not be saved.
“Master, Yiniang, if you want to see her one last time, go in now. Not much time left,” another midwife came out and washed them with clear water, speaking in a hoarse voice.
“I want to see the child,” Gu Qingtong felt her strength gradually leaving her body, but she still wanted to see their child.
Lin Yiniang carefully held the child and went in, crying uncontrollably.
Gu Qingtong looked at the child, with a tiny nose and tiny mouth, eyes still closed, unable to tell if he looked like his father or mother, but that was enough: “Master, Yiniang, you must take good care of him.”
“We will, we will,” Lin Yiniang cried almost to the point of fainting beside her bed.
Gu Qingtong slightly closed her eyes, but suddenly her hand was grabbed tightly by someone. She slowly opened her eyes: “Shen Yuqing?”
“Tong’er, it’s my fault. I killed Jiang Shang Heng, and now I’ve killed you. Hate me, scold me, hit me!”
“What use is hating you now?
Gu Qingtong turned her head, every part of her body in pain, her heart feeling like it was being torn apart.
Shen Yuqing didn’t expect her to say this, and suddenly knelt down: “Old Master Jiang, Yiniang, I beg you to let me raise this child. I will treat him as my own son and treat you as my own parents. I only wish to make up for my past mistakes.”
