The old woman wore a look of utter helplessness. How could Lu Rou feel any maternal tenderness toward this child? She clearly looked upon him as an enemy.
To have stopped short of doing away with him was already a mercy. If pleading with her had been of any use, the woman would not have been here pulling such a long face.
Seeing the child in her arms crying bitterly—such a tiny, wrinkled little bundle that truly aroused pity—a guard said, "Why don't you go ask Madam for help?"
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