"I'm fine," Bu Wei looked up at her, "lifeblood, is it useful?"
"Yes, it's somewhat useful. I can't say it will cure the Gu Poison in Mo Shiche's body, but at least it can let him live a few more years,"
Sheng Miao said offhandedly as she handed the child in her arms over to him, "This is Sheng Tang's child, just find a place where no one is around and get rid of it."
This was the child she had with Bu Wei — she could never keep it no matter what.
Since Bu Wei had defiled her, it was only right that he should end the life of the sin he had created with his own hands.
Bu Wei took the swaddling clothes. The little infant inside was crying with a bright red face, the chest wrapped in gauze, likely from where they had taken the lifeblood.
He looked at the baby's wrinkled face and suddenly asked, "Miaomiao, are you sure you haven't mixed up the two children? This isn't my child, it's Sheng Tang's child?"
