Witnessing this eerie scene, Nanny Qin’s hands went soft, and she nearly dropped her own son to the ground.
"Qing..." Nanny Qin muttered, her face was filled with horror.
She wasn’t mistaken, the little baby in her arms was indeed Qing, her own son.
But how did the baby, who was lying on the big kang at her sister’s ho and nibbling his fingers, suddenly appear at the Song Mansion?
Who brought him here?
And who found him?
For so reason, Nanny Qin imdiately thought of Wen Wan.
The more she interacted, the more Nanny Qin realized that the mistress of the Song family was not as naive as the rumors said.
Her eyes seed capable of seeing deep into one’s heart.
Each ti she made eye contact, Nanny Qin felt a very strong illusion of being seen through.
Every ti she thought of those eyes afterward, she felt a chill.
Glancing at the child in her arms, Nanny Qin’s expression was complex; she thought she had been discreet in going to see the mistress, but little did she know her movents had already been exposed. Not only did the lady know she didn’t return ho, but she also had soone bring her son to the Song Mansion.
Thinking about being under soone else’s surveillance all the ti, Nanny Qin shivered uncontrollably once again.
She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself, and then holding Qing tightly, she left the West Wing and knelt down with a thud at the main room’s door.
The weather was cold, and the maidservants were inside doing embroidery and making thread tassels. Since Wen Wan was resting, the room was very quiet, and no one spoke, making the sound of Nanny Qin kneeling particularly clear.
Inside, Yun Cai and Linglong exchanged a glance, Yun Cai stood up and walked to the door to draw back the curtain, seeing Nanny Qin kneeling outside with her son, she sneered, "What are you doing?"
Nanny Qin hung her head low, "Please notify the lady, I have sothing to discuss with her personally."
Yun Cai stood still, "Didn’t I already tell you, the lady is resting and sees no one."
Nanny Qin pursed her lips, she wanted to ask Yun Cai why Qing was at the Song Mansion, but after thinking it over, she swallowed her words.
Yun Cai didn’t like her, Nanny Qin could feel it obviously.
In such monts, any wrong words would surely be t with a sharp retort from the other side.
She was just a nanny whose position was hanging by a thread, clashing with the lady’s head maid led to no benefit.
Thinking this, Nanny Qin tightened her hold on Qing.
The little child was soon chilled by the cold wind, and Qing began to cry loudly.
Nanny Qin’s heart tightened.
Months ago when she separated from her son, she was determined to climb into wealth and privilege, but after returning ho and seeing her son, she beca reluctant.
One side is enamored with the male master, yet the other is unwilling to part from her son.
Nanny Qin didn’t know why she turned out this way.
Truth be told, it wasn’t entirely her fault; if anyone were to bla, it would be those people who forced her into the Song Mansion, or she would never have co in contact with such an excellent and charming master.
Nanny Qin was constructing her ntal defenses while not forgetting to cover Qing’s mouth, fearing he would disturb the resting lady.
Yun Cai was annoyed by the noise, she frowned and said, "Quickly take him away, or else the lady will be displeased."
Nanny Qin looked at her miserably, "Please, Miss Yun Cai, I beg you to report to her."
"Begging is useless." Yun Cai’s expression was cold, ever since this young widow asked the master to write a letter for her in the middle of the night, Yun Cai had no fondness for her. Had the lady not disagreed, she would have driven her out long ago.
With a light sniff, she berated, "I’m just a servant, I do as the masters say. Besides, the lady has always had the habit of napping; you know this well since you’ve been at the Song family for quite so ti. And now you’re causing a scene at the main room with a child, do you think the lady will see you? Better consider yourself lucky if you aren’t thrown out."
Hearing this, Nanny Qin was at a loss for words.
She may lack worldly wisdom, but she wasn’t stupid. Mrs. Wen orchestrated this to remind her not to play tricks behind the scenes, or if she continued to be insensible, her end would surely be unpleasant.
Nanny Qin dared not make any more fuss, carrying Qing back to the side rooms.
Her room was adjacent to that of Nanny Zhou and Nanny Qian, when arriving she saw Nanny Zhou’s door was open; fearing she might suddenly co out, Nanny Qin quickened her pace, yet was still caught by Nanny Zhou.
"Stop!" Nanny Zhou stood at the door, seeing her holding a child, her brows furrowed tightly, "Why did you bring the young master here?"
Nanny Qin said in a low voice, "It’s not the young master, it’s my son."
Nanny Zhou was startled, "Your son?"
Nanny Qin didn’t know how to explain, because she herself didn’t know how the child ended up in the Song family.
Under Nanny Zhou’s bewildered expression, Nanny Qin gently closed the door, placed Qing on the couch to lie down, and then sat beside him.
Qing was over four months old, not much older than the young master Qi Bao. He was just a poor family’s child, without a dedicated nanny, sharing milk with his aunt’s child, lacking nutrition, appearing thin and small. His four-month-old stature seed less than that of a three-month-old young master.
Nanny Qin looked at him and suddenly felt her head turning heavy.
Yesterday at her sister’s house, she felt tired all over with a scorching forehead, thinking she might have caught a cold while out. She didn’t dare take dicine, just applied a towel, and forced herself to the Song Mansion this morning.
Just now at Qingteng Residence, she didn’t feel it, but now with so free ti, she felt increasingly uncomfortable, like soone drained her strength, lacking energy to do anything.
Unable to hold on, Nanny Qin simply lay down on the couch, sleeping with Qing.
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anwhile, in the main house, after Nanny Qin left, Wen Wan, who was coaxing Qi Bao to sleep in the inner room, ca out.
Yun Cai smiled and said, "Madam, she must have returned to her room."
Wen Wan gently responded and sat down on the warm kang.
Linglong was very puzzled, "Why did Madam want soone to bring that child to our mansion? Could it be pity for him having no milk?"
Yun Cai listened and couldn’t help but roll her eyes, "You’re missing a piece in your brain. When Nanny Qin asked for leave, she said her son was sick, and she needed to go back to take care of him. Now her son has been brought here. You saw him earlier; where is the illness? Other than being thin, did you see anything uncomfortable about him? That’s not even the point. The point is, since Nanny Qin went ho to see her son, why didn’t she stop when Madam had soone bring Qing? Was she afraid, or was she not even there?"
After Yun Cai’s analysis, Linglong suddenly had a mont of realization and slapped her forehead, "Right, why was Madam able to bring Nanny Qin’s son here? If she wasn’t there, where did she go during those two days of leave?"
"To see a woman who contracted a contagious disease." Wen Wan’s expression was not very pleasant.
She didn’t expect Su Yi would still try to sche against her as revenge for past grudges between him and her biological mother.
Upon hearing this, Yun Cailong was equally shocked, "A contagious disease?"
Wen Wan definitely couldn’t tell them she knew it through premonition, so she just said it was found out by soone under Song Wei and told her.
Yun Cai was dumbfounded, "Doesn’t that an Nanny Qin herself might be sick too?"
"It’s possible."
"Since Madam knows, why let her into the mansion?" Linglong was so anxious that she couldn’t tie her knots, looking like she wanted to drive her out imdiately.
Wen Wan raised her hand, signaling her to calm down, "I have a purpose in letting her in, though it involves so risk. The two of you should inform the other masters and servants in the mansion to avoid direct contact with Nanny Qin, keep their distance. Oh, right, Yun Cai, go ask the household doctor to prepare a prescription to prevent the epidemic and distribute it for them to drink."
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Nanny Qin woke up and saw the sky outside had turned dark. No one ca to wake her, nor did anyone from the kitchen bring her food.
She leaned against the headboard, shaking her head, then got out of bed to light the lamp, using the light to clearly see the unnaturally red face of her son.
He was breathing heavily, as if very uncomfortable.
Nanny Qin’s expression changed slightly, stepping forward to touch Qing’s forehead with the back of her hand, finding it hot!
In an instant, resentnt filled Nanny Qin’s heart, hating that woman in Qingteng Residence deeply.
If it weren’t for Mrs. Wen, how would Qing end up at the Song Mansion from so far away? If it weren’t for Mrs. Wen, how could her son fall ill?
At this mont, Qing began to whimper uneasily on the couch, originally wanting to cry, but perhaps the fever was too severe, and he couldn’t cry, rely whimpering.
Nanny Qin’s heart ached so much that she shed tears, covering Qing with a quilt, turning to close the door, intending to fetch the household doctor to check on her son.
Leaving the room, Nanny Qin encountered several servants on the way, but they looked at her as if they were seeing a plague carrier, avoiding her from afar, making it impossible for her to ask anyone about the situation.
Nanny Qin felt very frustrated, but finding the household doctor was more urgent.
Finally reaching the doctor’s residence, she was greeted by a strong sll of herbs. Looking around, she saw a large pot on the fire not far away, filled with herbs, from which the sll originated.
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