Chapter 103 Chapter 103 [VIP]

Chapter 103

Tonight is their wedding night, so someone has to stay at the bridal chamber. Song Yunzhi did not go to the prefectural government with Qian Tong. He sat in the bridal chamber, waiting for news and sorting out the petition about Prince Pingchang falsely claiming the credit for defending the city.

In the middle of the night, the secret guard Ling Feng came in to report, "Sir, the person has been sent to Madam."

Song Yunzhi nodded.

Tonight, her father took the lead in withdrawing the imperial troops from the Qian family's gate. The entire Yong'an Marquis Mansion was her confidence and backing, allowing her to go and collect this debt.

He believed she could handle it.

When he looked up, the red dragon and phoenix candles as thick as a child's arm were still burning in the bridal chamber. Warm red light and shadow flowed in the bridal chamber, and his face was also covered with a layer of joy. Although they were in a catastrophe, the Qian family did not neglect their wedding banquet at all.

Agarwood bedstead, a hundred-child tent, a brocade quilt with auspicious dragon and phoenix patterns, a pillow with auspicious patterns, and other gifts from various rooms of the Qian family were piled up in one corner...

This was probably also the first wedding night where the bride was not in the bridal chamber, leaving the groom alone in the empty room.

Song Yunzhi laughed at himself.

However, he felt more at ease in his heart than ever before, because he knew that she would not leave again, and no matter where she went, she would come back to him.

Lord Song had just reminded him, "Have you discussed your marriage with His Majesty?"

He hasn't said it yet.

I didn't know what to say before, and I wasn't sure whether she was willing to go back to Kyoto with me. I was afraid that after telling His Majesty, because of his love for me, he would make some difficult decisions for her.

From the moment she kowtowed to acknowledge her father tonight, the two of them truly became one as husband and wife.

Song Yunzhi sat among the pile of gold in the middle of the night, and finally picked up his pen to write the next letter to the emperor, "The situation is complicated, and I want to find out the truth, so my nephew has settled here and will not return to the court for the time being."

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The bride was watching a play in the prefectural government office.

After Duan Yuanjin died, the young princess held him tightly in her arms, and kept the knife in her hand pointed at the young master, not letting him get close at all.

Wang Zhao was also afraid that if the young master got anxious, he would harm the little princess as well. He quickly asked the jailer to forcibly hold the young master down, while he went to find the Duke to report the news.

Wang Zhao only knew that the young master disliked Duan Yuanjin because the young princess was protecting Master Duan, and he had no idea about the identity impersonation. Seeing the Duke rushing to the dungeon with a sullen face, he thought he was going to rescue the young master.

Who knew that when the young master arrived at the dungeon, he just called out "Father" and was kicked by the Duke. He was furious and hateful, "You wild...what did you do?!"

The young master's sore foot was kicked and he fell to the ground, curled up, his face turning pale because of the unfinished address from the Duke.

He knew everything...

The young master looked up in fear and saw the Duke walking quickly towards the cell. When he was almost there, his steps slowed down again. His back was a little hunched and cautious.

The young master had never seen someone so nervous.

My heart is completely twisted.

Why... Wasn't it him who brought me back? The old man had raised his fake son for more than ten years and had developed feelings for him, treating him as his own son. But the Duke didn't do that and always felt that he was not worthy of being a child of the Pei family.

Okay, Duan Yuanjin is his biological son, he deserves it.

But he is dead.

The young master lay on the ground, hugging his injured leg, his body shaking silently, and it was unclear whether he was crying or laughing.

The moment the Duke approached, the young princess pointed the knife at him. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she said in a trembling voice, "Don't touch him, don't come over, you all want to hurt him, he's a good man, he's not a bad guy, wuwuwu... The bandit leader who entered the city that day was not him, but your son, the young prince. He has never killed anyone. I want to see my brother, all of you go away..."

The Duke has already seen Duan Yuanjin.

The man lay in the little princess's arms, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, the color of wax. Despite this, the charm and features of that face were more and more similar to his own youth...

Seeing that he was still approaching, the little princess said anxiously: "Go away..."

The Duke closed his eyes and suddenly cried out in pain: "He is my son!"

The young princess was stunned, her mouth hanging open in fear, wondering if she had misheard. The Duke in front of her was not in the least bit afraid of the dagger in her hand. He stepped closer, finally squatting down and reaching out to touch the nose of Duan Yuanjin in her arms. After a long moment, the Duke withdrew his hand. His body twitched, and his eyes burned red, as if in extreme pain...

The young princess was so frightened that she hugged him tightly. But then she saw the Duke suddenly stand up, draw the long sword from his waist, and walk out quickly. He glared at the young Duke, who had been helped up by the guards, and demanded, "Did you kill him?"

The young master was just thankful that Duan Yuanjin was dead and no one would compete with him anymore. But when he saw the Duke pointing a sword at him, he felt hatred and pain, and cried out in pain, "Father..."

"Shut up!" the Duke shouted angrily, "You're just a bastard, who are you calling father?!"

After that,

The Duke's wife arrived in time, rushed over and hugged the young master, crying, "Are you crazy?"

The person the Duke hated the most at this moment was her. "Am I crazy or are you crazy?" He suddenly roared, "You killed your own relatives with your own hands, and you are happy?"

She was mentally prepared for what was going on. She looked timidly at the young man who was not far away and motionless. Her heart ached. She turned around and asked the young master: "Why did you kill him? Didn't you promise me?"

The young master was also frightened by the Duke's anger. He had not expected that he would disregard the father-son relationship of more than ten years and kill him without hesitation. He panicked and clarified, "It wasn't me... He took poison and died. I didn't kill him..."

"It's you!" The little princess behind him interrupted.

She was shocked by the Duke's ridiculous address and was slow to react.

Who is the Duke's son?

Isn't he a bandit leader?

She didn't know what had happened, but no matter who he was, he had saved her three times before. That night, he had endured the wounds of a whip to pull her back from the flames. When the Duke announced his death, she lowered her dagger and carefully probed Duan Yuanjin's nose for breath. After a moment, she saw he was indeed dead. She burst into tears, wailing, "The young master must have killed him..."

The Duke closed his eyes in sorrow.

At this point, what else can he argue about?

She was actually protecting him?! The Duke looked at his wife in disbelief, then laughed in anger. He wasn't afraid of being laughed at, so he suddenly asked her, "Is he really the son of a bandit?"

The Duke's wife was stunned. "What do you mean?"

The Duke grabbed him and dragged him to the ground, vowing to kill the bastard and avenge his son's life.

The Duke's wife knew she couldn't stop him anymore, so she hurriedly said to the young master, "Go, go!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, the young master quickly ran out.

The Duke followed closely step by step.

The Duke's wife got up and chased after the Duke again, "Calm down first..."

After this devastating incident, Feng Yuan rushed back from the Qian residence. Arriving at the dungeon, he saw the Duke chasing after the young master. Unsure of what was happening, he looked at Wang Zhao, who was stunned by the truth and unsure what to do. He immediately pulled Feng Yuan out with him to stop the Duke's family first...

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Song Yunzhao continued to wait for her brother while holding the person. She was crying so hard that she looked like a human. She wiped her face with her sleeve and looked up to see Qian Tong. She was stunned for a moment, "Sister-in-law? Why are you here..."

"Give him to me." Qian Tong stepped forward and took Duan Yuanjin from her arms. He calmly fed a pill into his mouth and then turned back to order the secret guards behind him, "Carry Master Duan out first. No one is allowed to touch him."

The person was carried away by the secret guards, and Qian Tong helped the little princess who was sitting on the ground to her feet.

The little princess had been squatting for too long, her feet were numb, and she could not stand steadily. Qian Tong helped her out of the dungeon. As soon as they reached the outer hundred, they heard a commotion coming from the gate of the prefectural government.

Old Master Duan from the mountain stronghold arrived at the prefectural government gate.

The young master ran all the way out of the dungeon and finally escaped outside the door, where he saw Old Master Duan sitting in a wheelchair.

His identity has been exposed, Duan Yuanjin is dead, and knowing that the Duke will kill him tonight, the young master sees Old Master Duan at this time, as if he has seen a savior, calling out: "Father, father, save me..."

When the Duke saw this scene, he felt it was extremely ironic and immediately became furious.

He raised someone else's son for more than ten years.

His own son died at the hands of this bastard. He regretted it. There was clearly something wrong with what Madam Qian said that day. He was suspicious and wondered why he didn't go to the village earlier.

If he had died earlier, his son would not have been killed by this bastard.

The Duke pointed his sword at the young master who was running towards Old Master Duan and said coldly, "Everyone, listen carefully! This man is not the prince of our Duke's Mansion, nor is he my son. Yet, he killed my own son. Today, I intend to capture him and avenge his life. No one needs to stop me..."

If he said so, how could the young master still have a chance to survive?

The Duke's wife stumbled after him, "Lord Duke, listen to me..."

"How dare you say that?!" The Duke was unable to bear it any longer. He suddenly turned the sword in his hand and pointed it at the Duke's wife's forehead. "Why are you protecting him so much?!"

"Madam, please tell the Duke the truth." Qian Tong approached from behind, glanced at the young master who had fled to Old Master Duan's side, and said softly, "After all, it's a little unreasonable for Madam to protect the son of a bandit so much and not even care that he killed his own son..."

But there are such mothers in this world.

Since it goes against common sense, it will be unacceptable to common sense.

The Duke's wife glared at her angrily. Everything that had happened tonight was caused by her. She wanted to tear her mouth apart, but the Duke didn't give her the chance. He thrust his sword forward, leaving a scratch on the Duke's wife's forehead. "As expected, she is the bastard you and someone else had."

The Duke didn't know what was on his mind. He found a man he remembered being close to the Duke's wife when she was young and cursed, "A whore and a thief, despicable and shameless!"

The Duke's wife had her forehead scratched by him, and when she heard this, she was so angry that she collapsed on the ground and cried, "I didn't, I didn't... It's not like this, it's not like this..."

Qian Tong watched all this calmly.

Being wronged is a feeling that is hard to describe. Only when it happens to you will you know how it feels.

She didn't care about fame in the past.

But now she is the Crown Prince's Consort of the Yong'an Marquisate, and she has to keep this reputation.

Whoever destroyed it must return it.

It was already daybreak. Qian Tong, dressed in her wedding gown, stood out in the dawn light. She walked towards Old Man Duan in his wheelchair and asked, "Old Man Duan, take a good look at the man in front of you. Is he your son?"

Like the Duke, she also gave him a choice, "I will give Mr. Duan two truths."

"First, this man is your son, but he is quite favored by the Duke's wife. She fell in love with him at first sight. Even though she knew he was your son, she couldn't help but like him. She abandoned her own son and took him back to the Pei family to raise him."

"Secondly, this man is not your son. Your son was taken away and killed by the Duke's wife. Then she took over the mansion and took back her bastard from another family. She is occupying the status of the young master of the Duke's mansion while relying on the old man's stronghold. When the truth is revealed one day, it is up to you, old man, to save her bastard's life."

He attaches so much importance to bloodline. Since Duan Yuanjin's filial piety for more than ten years cannot move him, let him have a taste of retribution.

Qian Tong said: "Oh, by the way, he just killed Duan Yuanjin."