Luo Chuyan had hurried to the Anyi Marquis Residence after breakfast that morning. The Marquis's Wife was still eating when she arrived.
Relying on her status as the Marquis's Wife's younger cousin, she ignored the servants' attempts to stop her and marched straight up to the Marquis's Wife, dragging her daughter along.
Fortunately, the Marquis's Wife was good-tempered, and the Anyi Marquis had recently gone out of town to investigate a case.
Otherwise, he would have thrown her out long ago for acting as though the residence were her own home.
Ever since Luo Chuyan married, for some inexplicable reason, all five children she had borne had been daughters.
Although her husband brought concubines into the household one after another, she kept practically all of them firmly under her thumb.
Apart from her husband, no one in the household dared lay a finger on her.
Thus, through years of marriage and five pregnancies, she had never suffered a miscarriage.
Yet every child she delivered with such eager anticipation turned out to be a daughter.
At first, she had rather disliked her own children. After all, as far as she was concerned, what use was there in having girls, however many she bore?
Five girls were less dependable than a single boy.
Whenever she had nothing to do, she would run to the marquis's residence, hoping to put a thorn in her older cousin's side.
Later, she discovered that her cousin's eyes lit up whenever she brought up her daughters.
That was how she knew her cousin still wanted to have a daughter.
When the Marquis's Wife gave birth to their son, the Anyi Marquis had seen how much pain she was in and sworn to heaven that Sui Yun would be his only son in this lifetime.
Afterward, no matter