Chapter 6: 006 He Is Not a Good Person

Inside the wooden cabin on the cliff, Rong Jing did not know how long she had been unconscious. When she woke up, her head felt exceptionally heavy and painful, as if she had slept for a thousand years.

As soon as she sat up, she remembered everything. Startled, she searched around for her son, only to find that the bed and the room were empty, with no sign of him.

That man in blue! It was that man in blue who had saved her!

Thinking of this, she didn't even bother to put on shoes, stepping barefoot onto the floor to head outside. Just then, an old nanny walked in carrying a child.

"Oh my goodness, my dear lady! Hurry back to bed! Don't you know you're in your postpartum confinement period?"

Seeing Rong Jing barefoot, the old nanny grew anxious and tried to push her back.

Rong Jing understood medicine herself, so she naturally knew that the month following childbirth was the most critical period for a woman's body to recover. It was just that she was anxious for her child!

After all, he was her "biological" son. Although she still hadn't quite processed the fact that she was a mother, maternal instinct was still present!

Only after seeing that her son was still there did she feel relieved enough to return to the bed.

"Come, come, come, let your dear mother hold you!" The old nanny was quite understanding and quickly handed the child to Rong Jing.

The child was only ten days old, yet he was already very clean and handsome, looking like a completely different person from a newborn. His skin was fair and rosy, and his hair was black, straight, and slightly upturned. His features were beyond exquisite, especially those bright, spirited eyes, which were particularly endearing.

Having not been held for ten days, the child seemed to still remember his mother; he wasn't afraid of strangers at all. As soon as he was handed over, he grinned and giggled at Rong Jing.

Rong Jing hadn't even tried to coax him yet, but he had managed to make her laugh first.

"This child, he looks like his father, doesn't he?" the old nanny said with a smile.

This question truly stumped Rong Jing. It was only then that she realized she not only didn't know what the child's father looked like, but she also didn't know what she herself looked like.

Rong Jing didn't answer, only offering a smile. "Nanny, where is this place, and where is the young master in blue?"

"This is Life-Death Cliff. My young master's name is Baili Qianchuan. He just went out yesterday and won't be back for about twenty days. The young master instructed that I must take good care of you, Madam. You may call me Nanny Zhao. May I ask how I should address you?"

This Nanny Zhao was in her fifties, dressed in deep blue servant's attire. Her hair at the temples was slightly graying, and she looked very kind.

Looking at the kind Nanny Zhao, Rong Jing muttered to herself, *Why does the name "Life-Death Cliff" sound so much like a thief's den?*

"Nanny Zhao, my surname is Ning, and my name is Jing. I am from the Imperial Capital. My family was originally wealthy, but unfortunately, we were framed by wicked people, resulting in the destruction of my home and family. If I hadn't encountered the young master and been saved, I wouldn't even have..."

As Rong Jing spoke, she covered her face in sorrow. She was lying; she didn't know the background of the people here and didn't want to expose her identity. After all, there were many people who knew of the Rong family in the Eastern Jing Imperial Capital.

Nanny Zhao sighed and comforted her, "Madam, do not be sad. Just recover here for now and don't think about anything. Once my young master returns, we will make plans."

Rong Jing nodded gratefully. She knew very well that during this month of confinement, it wasn't just the body that needed rest, but the mind as well. The original owner's constitution had always been poor; she might as well take this opportunity to build up her strength, otherwise, it would be inconvenient for her later if she had to live with a sickly body.

Nanny Zhao chatted with Rong Jing for a while longer before getting up to leave, closing the door behind her.

However, Baili Qianchuan was sitting on the cliff railing not far from the door, a blade of wild grass in his mouth. He cast a lazy glance toward Nanny Zhao, signaling her to come over.

Undoubtedly, Baili Qianchuan was not a good man. He had been there the whole time; Nanny Zhao had lied to Rong Jing.