Transmigration, Fulang, Imperial Examinations, Sweet Romance, Daily Life.
Wang Yu transmigrated into an unknown dynasty. After waking up, he discovered he had a "wife"—a *ger*, a th...
Ye Yun stood up tremblingly and said, "I will tell your father. I will tell your father everything."
Zhuang Heng said nonchalantly, "Go ahead."
In the study, Zhuang Zirui called Zhuang Heng.
"Heng'er, what happened to your brother is..." Zhuang Zirui looked at his eldest son who had been obedient and sensible since childhood and had never given him any worries. He really didn't believe that he would do such a thing, but Ye Yun cried and swore that Zhuang Heng did it, so he could only call someone to ask.
Zhuang Heng knew what was left unsaid and asked, "Father, do you still remember my mother?"
Zhuang Zirui sighed. Li Niang's death was an eternal pain in the hearts of him and his son.
Zhuang Heng looked at his father's nostalgic expression and asked, "Do you still remember what kind of person your mother was?"
"Remember, your mother is a very gentle and kind person." How could I not remember the person I loved when I was young? But in the end, she was beautiful but had a tragic life, and all I could do was sigh.
"When my mother was alive, she always taught me to be kind. Even though I was only five years old, I remembered these words in my heart."
Zhuang Heng turned to look at his father and said seriously, "I didn't do what happened to my brother."
Zhuang Zirui believed his son's words. This son was his pride, obedient, sensible, never fighting or competing, and his temperament was very much like Li Niang. It was impossible for him to do such things.
Zhuang Heng knew his father believed it. "I think I know why my mother thinks I did it."
"Four months ago, I nearly fell off a crazy horse. Today, I found out that my brother had tampered with the horse. My mother thought I had discovered it and that was why my brother broke both of his legs."
Zhuang Zirui looked at Zhuang Heng in shock, "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Father, I thought it was just an accident, and I wasn't injured, so I didn't want to make you worry." Zhuang Heng said sincerely.
Zhuang Zirui sighed, feeling somewhat sorry for his son. He stepped forward and patted his shoulder, "Go to bed early."
"Father, I'm afraid Mother won't let this go. What about the Ye family?"
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
"Yes, I made father worried." Zhuang Heng turned and left the study, without a trace of respect on his face.