In the end, the Grace Defender Duke waved his hand. "Let's not think about it anymore. Perhaps this is people getting their deserving ends. Perhaps even the heavens can't stand it anymore and decided to help us."
When Noble Consort Qiao heard her father's words, a glint flashed across her mind as if she had thought of something.
She subconsciously looked at Gu Nuo'er, who was sitting in Old Madam Qiao's lap and holding onto a red bean pastry with both hands. Her lips were pink from eating and she was smiling sweetly.
Ever since Noble Consort Qiao gave birth to this child, her luck had indeed become better and better.
It was as if all the ordinary troubles had disappeared.
Those plots, schemes, and accidents seemed to have avoided Noble Consort Qiao from far away.
After having her daughter, Noble Consort Qiao's life was very smooth-sailing.