Her husband's wife discovered that her son wasn't her husband's.

Today is auspicious; all things are suitable.

When Ye Qingzhou arrived at the wasteland, a heated argument was raging among about a hundred people. Everyone was rolling up their sleeves, ready for a brawl.

More than a dozen constables were weaving through the crowd. But as soon as one was subdued, another would rise up. They were incredibly busy.

As soon as the constable Li saw Ye Qingzhou, he shooed her back, saying, "When did you get back? This is for you, so hurry up and hide."

Ye Qingzhou, who had just rushed back from the city and hadn't even entered her home, waved the letter in her hand, her face full of anxiety: "I..."

"Are you itching for a fight? Who told you to pull them?" Lu Xiaocao stood on the edge of her own field, glaring at the man.

"Grandpa's hand, you can pull it if you want." Old Jiu admired the lush green wheat seedlings in his hand, then threw them away.

Lu Xiaocao looked at the wheat seedlings scattered on the ground, her heart aching. Those were the fruits of her labor, earned through countless days and nights: "You! You bastards! Sons of bitches!"

"Hahahaha! Your grandpa here is a bastard." Old Nine laughed smugly, his arrogance growing: "What? You're not convinced?"

"Pooh!"

Old Nine wiped his face, his expression immediately turning sour: "You bitch, you dare spit on me, I'll beat you to death!"

Li Qi, who was behind Ye Qingzhou, suddenly rushed forward, his strong body blocking Lü Xiaocao's path: "Get lost! What kind of skill is it to bully a woman?"

Ye Qingzhou thanked the constable Li for his help and stepped forward, saying, "Old Ninth, this is my land. If you cause trouble like this, you'll be arrested."

"Your land? Hahahaha, don't lie to me. My eldest brother said that all this land belongs to him." Old Nine laughed maliciously, looking Ye Qingzhou up and down, and lowered his voice: "Even your body belongs to him."

"Smack!"

Old Nine covered his face and took two steps back.

Pumpkin gritted his teeth, wanting to slap him a few more times.

Old Nine's accomplices surrounded him, protecting him. They brandished sticks and fought back against the constables.

Old Nine instantly gained confidence: "Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't do anything to me! Master Ye, even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Madam Ye, let me show you the way: apologize properly to our eldest brother. He's really after you, and he'll definitely give you some benefits."

Ye Qingzhou curled his lips into a sneer and took out several sheets of paper from his sleeve, saying to the crowd, "Fellow villagers, these are the land deeds given by Master Liu. Don't be afraid, just focus on farming."

"Impossible! My eldest brother didn't even ask for it. How could you?" Old Nine pushed aside the others, wanting to see the papers clearly.

Ye Qingzhou quickly put it away, stuffed it into her sleeve, and said with a smile, "I have money. I bought it."

That old man Liu stuck to his price and wouldn't budge. Luckily, Jinghong gave her a few more silver notes, otherwise, after all these past few days, especially with what happened to Miss Liu, she wouldn't have had enough to spend.

"Hey! You little wench..." Old Nine's eyes followed Ye Qingzhou's hand as it moved up and down, finally settling on her beautiful face, her rosy lips, and the gold hairpin swaying in her hair. What a pretty little wench, Old Nine murmured, "Quite something."

"What did you say? How can you spend money so recklessly?" Yu Xi suddenly appeared from somewhere, looking anxious: "Where's the money? It's all gone?"

Ye Qingzhou rolled her eyes at him.

"Try giving my son the cold shoulder again. You divorced woman." Mother Yu held her head high and glared at Ye Qingzhou.

"Hmph!" Ye Qingzhou rolled her eyes at the mother and son.

"You! You! You!" Mother Yu glared at her son, then shoved him, "Son, teach her a lesson!"

"You dare!" Pumpkin stood in front of Ye Qingzhou.

"Ninth Brother, let's slip away. They're all gone." His accomplice tugged at Ninth Brother.

Old Jiu's eyes reluctantly left Ye Qingzhou's face, looking left and right, when they met those of the constable Li.

Run! Before Lao Jiu could even process what was happening, his legs had already taken flight.

"Grab him!" Li, the constable, shouted to his companion.

Old Nine and his accomplices flew ahead, while the constables chased after them.

"Qingzhou, don't go." Yu Xi tried to pull Ye Qingzhou away, but was blocked by Nan Gua.

"Our son is sick. Could you give me some money?" She needed a favor, and had already borrowed from everyone she knew. Yu Xi's once unyielding spirit had been worn down considerably. Ye Qingzhou, that soft-hearted fool, easily swayed, was most susceptible to this kind of thing.

As expected, Ye Qingzhou stopped and turned around.

“Our son? How can you say that? How many months old is your child with Liu Yan’er? Do you know that when she was pregnant, I… I was already pregnant…” Ye Qingzhou bit her lip, tears welling up in her eyes, and didn’t continue.

Yu Xi naturally knew what she was talking about. He almost opened his mouth, but ultimately just pursed his lips, losing his enthusiasm for speaking.

Seeing that the prize she was about to win was about to slip away, Yu's mother immediately defended her son: "It's just the loss of a child, what woman hasn't? You're the one who keeps nagging."

"You have no heart." The tears in Ye Qingzhou's eyes gradually turned to ice, her gaze growing colder and colder: "Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"It hurts," Yu Xi said with his eyes closed. But there was no trace of pain on his face.

“You didn’t. You’re lying to me again. I won’t give you any money,” Ye Qingzhou said.

“You…” Mother Yu pointed at Ye Qingzhou.

Yu Xi pulled her mother back, trying her best to suppress her displeasure with patience: "Okay, I won't lie to you. You were heartbroken every day back then. I told you..."

Yu Xi paused for a moment: "I'm so annoyed. I don't know how to tell you that I have a son outside. I really can't be sad."

"You want the truth. You can't just listen for nothing. Give me the money." Mother Yu's hand stretched out very far.

"I see." Ye Qingzhou stopped looking at him and gazed at the white clouds in the distance.

The white clouds are as far away as the distance.

Those painful days are long gone now.

Why is she the only one clinging to the pain of the past? Ye Qingzhou withdrew her gaze: "To be fair, I'll also give you the truth."

"You have no money? Don't lie to me, I don't believe you." Yu Xi stared at her purse.

"I'm not lying to you." A faint smile appeared on Ye Qingzhou's face: "Liu Yan'er's child is not yours."

Yu's mother was taken aback and quickly looked at her son.

"Impossible!" Yu Xi said, her eyes like hooks, staring intently at Ye Qingzhou.

"Why not? That time, you dumped the child on me. I took him to the clinic. That child can't eat beans. They'll cause rashes. Do you have them? Qingqing, do you? Yuyue, do you?"

Yu Xi's face contorted with rage, and she opened her mouth to retort, but thinking of the events of the past few days, her heart sank.

"Oh dear, what should we do?..." Looking at her son's face, Yu's mother understood. Her body went limp, and she hugged her son's legs, cursing weakly.

"Hehehehe." The only happy person was the Ninth Prince, who was tied up and captured by the yamen runners. That Liu Yan'er had previously seduced Sima Mo and given him a hard time. That bitch made her husband's wife discover that the son she bore for her husband wasn't his.