A Son Makes His Mother Noble: The Whole Marquis's Household Fights Over the Little Wet Nurse

Jiang Mian disguises herself as an unmarried orphan and enters the Marquis's residence to save up money and escape, all so she can keep her six-month-old son, A Yuan, hidden in a ruined temple outside the city. That night, the young master's frail condition leaves him refusing food. The binding around her chest strains and tears, her clothes grow soaked, and the scent of milk fills the air. The Marquis lifts the curtain and kneels beside the bed. His thumb brushes the corner of her mouth. “This scent... I feel like I've smelled it somewhere before.” Her legs nearly give out in fright. The cold-faced tyrant assigns her to the main courtyard, where he personally “looks after” her. From that day on, everything spirals out of control. The heir catches her coming out of his father's study, her collar slightly disheveled. He grabs her wrist and drags her behind a rockery, pressing his thumb to the red mark on her collarbone. His fingertip trembles. “Want me to get even for you?” An imperial guard is ordered to watch her, but when she is in danger, he darts out of the shadows and wraps an arm around her waist. “Your life belongs to me. Anyone who touches you dies.” The physician climbs in through her window at night and pins her to the bed. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of her waist as he leans close to her lips. “Guess, if the Marquis finds out you have a child, will he kill you first or marry you first?” On the night A Yuan's birthmark is about to be exposed, the Marquis grips her waist and pulls her into his arms, madness burning in his eyes. “Is this child mine?” She presses her fingertips to his chest and slowly slides them downward. “Count them, Marquis. How many men's marks are on my body?” Outside the window, a sword scabbard rings sharply. The heir smashes a medicine bottle, while the physician laughs in the corridor. She can hide no longer. But in this game, she's the one holding all the cards.