Is the prince infertile?The lady was so happy!

Jiujin followed, bathed and changed Ci'er, dried her hair, and put the clean, fragrant baby on the bed.

Ying Ning asked Jin Shu and Zhe Lan to go out first, and she sat on the side of the bed, seeing Ci'er concentrating on playing with a Jiulianhuan, she smiled and said: "Ci'er, I remember you used to like playing with these things, and you still like them now ?”

"Like it!"

Ci'er didn't look up, and answered casually.

However, he soon realized that something was wrong, stopped the movements of his hands, silently raised his head to look at Yingning, and said timidly, "Mother..."

Ying Ning stepped forward to hold his little face, and said seriously, word by word: "Ci'er, you are just like your mother, you also have memories from the past, don't you?"

Ci'er looked at her mother's staring eyes, stayed for a while, then nodded lightly: "Yes, mother, Ci'er also remembers."

Ying Ning couldn't hold back any longer.

Large and large teardrops slid down from her eye sockets, gathered at her nose, and finally flowed to her chin.

She hugged Ci'er's small body tightly, put her face on his warm little shoulder exuding the fragrance of milk, and suppressed her crying.

"Mother don't cry, don't cry."

Ci'er patted her on the back, muttering in a low voice.

Yingning looked at his soft white face with tears all over her face, choked up and said, "Ci'er, do you always remember?"

"I've known since my mother gave birth to me." Ci'er whispered, "I haven't said it all this time, so mother won't be angry, right?"

"Silly boy! How could mother be angry with you? Mother will never be angry with you."

Ying Ning cried and laughed, but her heart ached unbearably.

She remembered those things in her previous life, which was already uncomfortable enough.

The child was only eight years old when he died in the previous life.

What kind of hellish painful memory would that be for a young child?
Isn't it enough for her to bear alone?

Why let a child remember this too?

"Does it hurt?" Ying Ning stroked the child's back with trembling hands, and the scene that she dared not recall appeared again in her mind.

Blood splattered everywhere, and clothes were stained red.

Ci'er shook his head: "Ci'er doesn't remember."

"Tell Mother, why did you come to Xiyuan that day?"

"It was the second aunt who sent someone to say that my mother was sick and wanted to see me, so I went." Ci'er pursed her lips tightly, "I didn't expect the second aunt to lie to me, she is too bad."

"Yes, she deserves to die." Yingning gritted her teeth, "However, she is already dead, and mother has avenged you."

"Mother is really amazing." Ci'er said.

"Ci'er, why haven't you told mother?"

"Before I couldn't speak, and my eyes were blurred and I couldn't see clearly..." Ci'er was a little embarrassed, "So that's what it felt like to be a baby. But now that I have learned to speak, every day my aunt Take me to read."

"aunt?"

Ying Ning felt a bit guilty when she thought about adopting, "Ci'er, about letting your surname Li, if Mother knew about it, she would have discussed it with you. Do you object?"

Ci'er said seriously: "At first, I couldn't accept it. But I know, mother can't help it. Whatever mother wants me to do, I will do it. The surname Li is also pretty good, aunt and uncle are like that. It hurts me. Especially today, my aunt broke her arm because of me, so I love her very much."

After hearing this, Yingning felt relieved but also very sad.