Tong Xiyan cried even louder.
The Grand Dowager frowned, her feet felt as if they were filled with lead as she walked to the bed, holding Xiqiu's hand, tears streaming down her old face: "Foolish child, you can have more children, let's take good care of your health and have more in the future, alright?" After saying this, without waiting for Xiqiu to speak, she looked at the midwife and decisively said, "Save the mother!"
"No!" Xiqiu tightly clutched the Grand Dowager's hand: "Mother, he is my child, I talk to him every day, sometimes he is so lazy that when he hears my voice, he moves inside to respond to me. He has life, we cannot deprive him of the right to live like this."
The Grand Dowager touched Xiqiu's face, her heart aching: "Say no more, Mother understands your thoughts, children are good, but none can compare to you."
