A Mother is More Valuable Than a Child, and the Entire Marquis Mansion is Robbing the Wet Nurse

Name: A Mother is More Valuable Than a Child, and the Entire Marquis Mansion is Robbing the Wet Nurse
Author: Fire Orange

by Fire Orange

ongoing Ancient Romance Isekai Romance Female Lead

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Jiang Mian pretended to be an unmarried orphan and entered the Marquis's mansion to save money and escape. She just wanted to hide her half-year-old son A Yuan in a dilapidated temple outside the city. That night, the young master was sick and refused to eat. The corset on her chest was broken and her clothes were soaked, and the fragrance of milk overflowed. The Marquis opened the curtain and came in. He put one knee on the edge of the couch and brushed the corner of her lips with his thumb: "I seem to have smelled this smell somewhere before." She was so frightened that her legs went weak, and the cold-faced King of Hell even moved her to the main courtyard to "take care of" her personally. From that day on, everything went out of control-- The prince caught her coming out of his father's study with her collar slightly messed up. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her behind the rockery. He pressed his thumb on the red mark on her collarbone, his fingertips trembling: "You want me to get it back for you?" The secret guard was ordered to keep an eye on her, but when she was in danger, he emerged from the darkness and held her waist: "Your life is mine. Whoever touches you will die." The doctor came in through the window at night and pressed her on the couch. He pinched the soft flesh of her waist with his fingers and came close to her lips: "Guess, if the Marquis knows that you have a child, will he kill you first or marry you first?" On the night when the birthmark on Ayuan's wrist was about to be revealed, the Marquis pinched her waist and pressed her into his arms, his eyes burning with madness: "Is this child my Marquis's?" She put her fingertips on his chest and slid down inch by inch: "Master Marquis, count, there are several marks of men on my body." There was a sudden sound of the sword scabbard outside the window, the prince smashed the medicine bottle, and the doctor was laughing in the corridor. She couldn't hide it anymore - but in this round, she was the banker.