Chapter 529 Sisters Battle

That day, Xiaoman had just returned from Daya's place, her face flushed from playing.

It was rare for Zhang Heyao to come home early. He had just taken off his official uniform and changed into casual clothes when he saw the wet nurse carrying Xiaoman into the study.

"Sir, the young master is back."

The nanny smiled and put Xiaoman on the thick carpeted floor.

Xiaoman stumbled but headed straight towards Zhang Heyao with a clear goal.

Zhang Heyao squatted down as usual and opened his arms to welcome him.

The little guy rushed into his arms, his little hands tightly grasping the front of his shirt, and tilted his little face up, his clear eyes that looked exactly like Lu Qi Niang's were looking at him brightly.

Zhang Heyao's heart softened. Out of habit, she reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and asked softly, "Are you back? Did you have fun at your sister's place?"

Xiaoman seemed to understand the word "sister". She grinned, revealing a few small teeth, and nodded vigorously.

He rubbed his little head against Zhang Heyao's neck affectionately.

Zhang Heyao hugged him, and felt that the tense heartstrings in the court for days unconsciously relaxed, and his heart was filled with tenderness.

It seemed that after Xiaoman went out, she loved him more and became more affectionate.

It turns out that you still need to go out for a walk often.

Learn to love.

Zhang He thought about making up for the lesson he missed.

He picked up Xiaoman and placed him on his lap. He picked up a small jade paperweight on the table and handed it to Xiaoman to play with him.

Xiaoman took it and suddenly said two words, "Thank you."

Zhang Heyao was surprised.

These are words Xiaoman couldn't say before.

"Xiao Man," he shook him excitedly, "Say what you just said to Dad again."

Xiaoman, however, held the jade lion paperweight in her hand and was reluctant to look away, so she ignored him.

Zhang Heyao shook him and asked again.

These two words are nothing, but every bit of progress made by their children is infinitely magnified in the eyes of their parents.

Xiaoman was shaken by him and accidentally dropped the paperweight on the ground.

Xiaoman was angry.

"Dad, you're bad!" he accused angrily.

Zhang Heyao froze instantly.

He subconsciously tightened his arms around Xiaoman, but immediately controlled the strength for fear of hurting him.

At this moment, time seems to be infinitely stretched and solidified.

He could only feel the warmth emanating from the small body in his arms, and the heart in his chest that was suddenly beating out of control and madly.

But Xiaoman didn't get a response, so he said again in a baby voice, "Dad, you're bad!"

This time, the sound was clearer and louder.

With a "boom", Zhang Heyao felt a stream of scorching heat rushing from the deepest part of his heart to the top of his head, and his eye sockets instantly became sore and swollen.

All rationality, all scheming, all expression of joy and anger, collapsed and became a complete mess in the face of this childish call.

"Xiaoman..." Zhang Heyao's voice was very hoarse and trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, he seemed to understand the significance of human obsession with procreation.

He raised his head, looked into those innocent yet clear eyes and replied, "Dad is here! Dad is here!"

"Good boy," he tried to calm his turbulent heart, his voice gentle and coaxing, "call me 'Daddy' again..."

"Dad!" Xiaoman gave face and responded loudly.

Zhang Heyao was so excited that he stood up and lifted him up high, "Xiaoman, Xiaoman, my son!"

Xiaoman thought he was lifting her up high to tease her and giggled out loud.

Zhang Heyao was filled with joy that was difficult to describe in words.

At night, he held Xiaoman in his arms and coaxed him to sleep.

After Xiaoman fell asleep, he put him on the crib and refused to leave, just sitting by the bed watching him.

Today is a memorable day for him.

Xiaoman called him "Dad".

I don't know how long I sat there, but I heard the footsteps of my trusted servant outside.

It seems like he is hesitating in the corridor.

Zhang Heyao frowned instantly, his eyes filled with impatience.

Such a nice day is ruined again.

"What's wrong?" he asked with a gloomy face as he stood up and walked out.

"Your Excellency," the servant said, lowering his head, "There's news from the mansion that Concubine Song has had a miscarriage. We need you to go back and see her."

Miscarriage?

Zhang Heyao said "hmm", and told the wet nurse to take good care of Xiaoman with an expressionless face, then walked out.

The servant couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

He had followed Zhang Heyao for quite a long time, but he still couldn't figure out the mood of this Shangshu.

Generally speaking, shouldn’t one be anxious and sad if one loses offspring?

He was short-sighted and didn't see it.

Zhang Heyao returned home after nearly ten days and went straight to Song Qingyi's yard.

As soon as Zhang Heyao stepped into Song Qingyi's yard, the smell of medicine hit him in the face.

The servants in the yard were silent as a cicada, not even daring to breathe.

Zhang Heyao walked through the corridor with an expressionless face and went straight into the inner room.

Song Qingyi was half lying on the bed, his face as pale as paper, his lips bloodless, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of energy, sinking weakly into the brocade quilt.

Song Mingzhen sat on the chair next to him with a complicated look in his eyes.

Seeing Zhang Heyao, Song Qingyi burst into tears, instantly soaking the pillow, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Master, our child, our child has been killed... It's a pity that he left me before I even knew he existed."

Zhang Heyao said, "I heard about it. You are still young and will have children in the future, so take good care of your health."

Seeing him like this, Song Qingyi felt even more desolate and hopeless. She struggled to stand up a little, pointing at Song Mingzhen and said, "Master, it was her, she killed our child. I just went to her courtyard to pay my respects today, drank a cup of tea with her, and came back with a severe stomachache. Master, you have to take care of our child!"

Song Mingzhen was so angry at her accusation that he trembled all over.

"Song Qingyi, you are slandering me! Who do you think you are? Is it worth it for me to dirty my hands? You are so incompetent that you can't protect the child, and you still want to frame me?"

As he spoke, Song Mingzhen looked at Zhang Heyao again.

There was a flash of panic in his eyes.

"Husband, don't believe her. You know, I've always felt guilty for not being able to give you a child. I've tolerated the one outside, let alone the one at home? No matter who gives birth to the child, they have to call me 'Mother'!"

She grew angrier as she spoke, her chest heaving violently, her eyes filled with grievance and anger at being wronged. "Husband! We've been married for many years, don't you know me well? Are you going to believe this kind of low-level attempt to sow discord?"

"Enough." Zhang Heyao interrupted her coldly. His voice was not loud, but it carried an unquestionable chill, instantly suppressing Song Mingzhen's accusation.