Wufu placed her son on the bed and, seeing Ah Jiu entering, put her index finger to her lips and shushed him. Ah Jiu immediately lightened his steps and closed the door quietly.
"Is he asleep?" Ah Jiu walked over and glanced at him.
Wufu nodded: "I just fed him."
Ah Jiu stiffened, pulling her into his arms and said, "Lan City has been taken. Once we return, we'll find a wet nurse."
Wufu frowned, "Are you displeased?"
Nursing can cause a woman's breasts to change shape, and some men are not fond of this. Is Ah Jiu one of them?
"Why would I be displeased?" Ah Jiu held her arms, gently rubbing them, and said, "Wufu, your body is too depleted, too frail. Nursing will further drain your energy. Our son is important, but you are more important to me."
In aristocratic families, no child has grown up without a wet nurse's milk, and few have been directly breastfed.
