Just then, the midwife waiting to receive her reward saw that the noble lady's carriage had already left, and she could only direct her intention to the maid, "Sister, look, I brought over that peasant woman's child to the lady, but now the peasant woman has lost her child for no reason, we ought to give an explanation, right..."
The midwife's real intention was to ask for more reward money, and as for the peasant woman, to keep the child-stealing unnoticed, she and another midwife had slipped her some knockout drops.
So at the moment, the peasant woman was still unconscious, completely unaware that her son had been swapped.
Besides, that family was just a bunch of refugees fleeing disaster, and surely they could be brushed off with some minor benefits.
Unfortunately, the maid was troubled with where to place the child in her arms, and upon hearing the midwife's words, she suddenly had an idea and tossed the child into the midwife's arms, saying, "Return the child to that peasant woman secretly and tell her the child wasn't healthy, stayed in the womb too long, and was stillborn."
The midwife, holding the child in her arms, was clearly unhappy, but the maid could tell what she was thinking and immediately took out a pouch of money and tossed it to her, "As long as the job is done well, you won't lack your share of benefits."
"Yes, yes, yes, this old woman will do as the miss says," the midwife immediately switched to a flattering expression.
As the midwife took the child, she discovered the child was not dead yet, and couldn't help but marvel, this one truly has a strong life force.
She was just an ordinary midwife, but not long ago, she had been sought out by someone who asked her to find some pregnant women among the disaster victims who had come to the capital city for refuge.
Without needing to be told, she could guess that it must be some noble lady wanting a son; better if she gave birth to a son herself, but if it was a daughter, she'd have to replace the child with someone else's to deceive her household.
She had long heard of the secretive measures of wealthy families, but experiencing it firsthand still shocked her.
Look at this cruel heart, they had actually had the resolve to poison their own flesh and blood, showing no mercy at all!
However, none of this was her concern, she was just a midwife — take the money, do the job, and that was that.
The midwife held the child and scurried along, looking left and right in a fluster, not noticing at all that the newborn in her arms was struggling to stick a finger into her mouth; newborn as she was, she couldn't control her own movements, so a simple action took a long time to complete.
Fortunately, it seemed even the heavens were helping her.
At a street corner, a small figure stained with blood ran frantically and crashed right into the midwife, causing her and the child she was holding to tumble to the ground.
Coincidentally, the child's finger, stretched out for a long time, followed the momentum and poked into her throat, causing retching and a lot of yellowish medicinal fluid to be vomited out.
Sikong Mo, who was also injured, fell to the ground but only glanced at the midwife and her wrinkled child before he took off in a fleeing manner.
Sikong Mo left in such haste that he didn't notice a Jade Pendant suddenly falling from his waist, dropping right onto the forehead of the child in the midwife's arms, then it disappeared into her brow.
"Ouch, whose child is this, running around in the pouring rain without watching the road, nearly killed this old woman!" The midwife complained as she got up from the ground with the child, and before she had a chance to leave, she saw a group of people following close behind.
The midwife's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly hid away.