"I can't do it, concubine! I can't do it..."

The solemn and grand room looks extremely comfortable and warm under the ingenious arrangement of the owner. There is no incense stove that is popular in the upper and lower circles, emitting a faint smoke, nor is there a lot of light veils, layers of curtains, only a faint fruit fragrance fills the room, and the whole room gives people a very refreshing feeling.

Apart from a heavy flower door, there are two completely different worlds. The thick heavy hat surrounded the inner room with an airtight. A middle-aged woman dressed in palace maids knelt on the couch in front of the couch, pressing the bottom of the voice to the young woman who was only lying on the bed with her inner clothes leaning on her bed.

The young woman's forehead was wrapped in a headscarf, without any makeup, her lips were pale, and she looked a little weaker. In sharp contrast to her weak appearance, the young woman's eyes shining with firmness and wisdom.

"I have decided, don't persuade me anymore." The gentle voice came out of the young woman lying on the bed. The firmness in her tone made the wet nurse understand that her master's intentions were decided and there was no possibility of any change!

"Miss Concubine, please think about it carefully. My little master, I'm just born and not yet full term... You really have to bear it, I'll bear it... Empress, My little concubine, I'm begging you..." Although I knew that once the master made up his mind, it would not change again, the wet nurse still begged unwillingly, knocking her forehead on the couch, making a dull sound of "bang bang". In just a few strokes, blood was already sucked.

The young woman lowered her head and looked at the small swaddle lying beside her. Her eyes were full of sadness. A clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes. She nipped her teeth and bit her red lips: "Woman, if things are so good, why should I... Brother, this is the flesh that comes from my body..."

The wet nurse stiffened her body, and the last head could no longer knock. After kneeling for a while, she finally knelt on the ground with her shoulders gently shaking. The suppressed crying was locked tightly in her mouth, and she did not dare to leak out. This world, especially at this time, crying is a sin...

"Wuhan, don't cry, this is fate, this is fate..." The young woman poked out her body and held the wet nurse's shoulder.

"The concubine, it's useless to be an old slave, it's useless to be an old slave..." He slowly raised his head, and the wet nurse held the young woman with her backhand, looking at her child with a big breast, the wet nurse felt that her heart hurt like a knife. The young woman shook her head gently, held the wet nurse's arm and half supported her body. The mother hurriedly put a back on the young woman's skills so that she could lie more comfortably.

"Wuhan, you don't need to blame yourself. In fact, even if there is nothing today, I will find a way to get my brother out of here..." The young woman sighed and suddenly said, leaning halfway on the head of the bed.

"The concubine..." The wet nurse looked at the young woman with confusion, not understanding why she said such words.

"Brother, my brother, don't be afraid, my mother will definitely save you..." The young woman lowered her head and gently rubbed her tender little face on the child's tender little face, looking deeply at the tender little face in the cradle, as if she wanted to carve this small face into her heart.
Chapter completed!