Lock Her in the Palace

The woman had not expected such a question from Gu Lan. After all, she was only seeking some food to eat. Her dull mind attempted to ponder the question, but subconsciously, she refused to think about it. She just repeated over and over again, "Save me... save my child... he's my child... he's my child..."

Gu Lan stared deeply into her eyes, knowing that in this environment, giving her a little food wouldn't change her fate. Even if her child was born, they would likely die of starvation.

If the child was from the upper class, they would receive excellent care and live a privileged life. Being the mother of such a child could also change her own destiny. But if not...

The long-lasting despair would remain.

Hell would still be hell; it wouldn't become heaven just because a sudden light appeared.

Gu Lan was reminded of the story of the little match girl. Behind the heartwarming tale, the little girl might have already frozen to death in the cold winter.