Song Ci felt that all the distressing events she had encountered in her decades of life could not compare to today. When she saw the small face of the baby in Liu Nanny's hands, blue and purple from suffocation, she almost wished to die on the spot.
"Ah."
A servant woman saw the baby's neck wrapped in a coil of umbilical cord, face tinged with blue and purple, and couldn't hold back a cry of alarm.
Song Ci shot a sharp glance over, and the servant woman immediately covered her mouth, knelt down, and trembled with fear.
Everyone's faces turned as pale as death.
With a quick step forward, Song Ci took the baby from Liu Nanny, who was trembling like a sieve, and placed it on a table covered with cotton fabric.
