Chapter 106 Wuxia: Not a Substitute (2)

Holy crap!

Upon seeing this, Changqing couldn't help but swear.

This scumbag dad can still pull off such fancy tricks.

He's sacrificing his own son for loyalty.

Not only did her scumbag father propose it, but her biological mother hesitated for a moment before agreeing. She hugged the original owner with tears streaming down her face, her voice choked with sobs.

"My son, you truly are your father's son. For a man of the martial world, death is not frightening; the key is to die gracefully, to die with honor, and to die with meaning!"

Even the scumbag father's eyes reddened.

“My son, I’m sorry. Don’t hate Uncle Wang or Ziqian. If you must hate someone, hate me. I’ll bear all the hatred.”

The original owner was only eight years old, so of course he didn't want to take any risks.

He refused.

But it angered her scumbag father.

Zhao Meng was furious: "How could I have given birth to a son like you! You're nothing like me!"

The mother, with tears welling up in her eyes, said, "It's all my fault for not raising my child well. I will definitely educate Ziqian properly in the future and hope that he can grow up to be a great and upright man."

The friend brought by the scumbag father made some excuses and said some polite words, but did not stop him when the scumbag father knocked out the original owner and stuffed him into the carriage.

The original owner's opinion was so easily ignored.

Nobody cared whether he lived or died.

Of course, he wasn't very lucky either. He was caught up as soon as he left Hongyun Town and hacked into mincemeat. Although his scumbag father's friend escaped at the time, he also died at the hands of the enemy ten days later, and his head was cut off and hung on a tree.

Upon learning the news, Zhao Meng vomited three liters of blood.

He personally went to collect his brother's body.

As for the original owner's unfilial son, no one cared for him, and his remains rotted in the ground.

The rest of the story has nothing to do with the original owner.

The scumbag parents lost their son, but now they have the son of an old friend by their side. They have a natural sense of responsibility and take great care of him.

Not only did the scumbag father stop his wandering ways in the martial arts world and stay home to teach the children martial arts, but the scumbag mother even started learning to do housework. The couple raised the son of their deceased friend with gentleness and love.

He was far more talented than Zhao Meng, and could be considered a student who surpassed his teacher. After growing up, he had many adventures in the martial arts world, and his strength increased greatly. He then killed the Shark Gang and avenged the massacre of his family.

A legendary hero!

It has a good reputation.

Of course, he was not stingy in telling his own tortuous growth story, which inevitably included mentioning Zhao Meng and his wife. This made the couple an object of everyone's respect and were praised by people in the martial arts world. They were known for their loyalty and righteousness, and they were even willing to sacrifice their own son in order to save the bloodline of their deceased friend.

The couple was even interviewed about this, and they responded as follows:

"Sons can be born again, but friends cannot be left without descendants!"

Changqing: ......

Whoever becomes their son must have committed a terrible sin in their past life.

If this happened in later generations, he'd be considered a love-struck idiot, a petty hoodlum...

Anyway, he didn't want to be the son of these two anymore.

While cooking, Changqing began to ponder.

This is a martial arts world, and without a doubt, martial prowess is extremely important.

Martial arts levels are divided into unranked, third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, grandmaster, and great grandmaster. Zhao Meng, the scumbag father, is at the third-rate level. In the days since he transmigrated, he has been diligently meditating and practicing martial arts, but obviously time is limited, and he is not even at the third-rate level yet.

Staying at home would definitely be dangerous; not only would we be busy taking care of the wounded, but we would also have to risk our lives.

That won't do!

He'd finally made it here, and he didn't want to die young.

It seems that this identity as a son must be gotten rid of.

Changqing's eyes flashed as he began to plan.

Over the next two days, he took advantage of the opportunity to go to town to buy groceries to investigate various places and finally made arrangements.

The third day.

A luxurious carriage arrived at the gate of a remote courtyard on the outskirts of the town. A well-dressed noblewoman jumped out of the carriage, knocked on the gate, and burst into tears the moment she saw Xiao Changqing.

"My son, I have finally found you."

The woman was followed by a maid and several attendants, making quite a grand entrance. This sight startled Lin Yue'e. When she heard the woman call for her son, she was even more incredulous and quickly stepped forward to stop her.

"Madam, you must have mistaken me for someone else. Changqing is my son, how could he be your son?"

The woman wiped her eyes and looked up.

"Heroine!"

This address made Lin Yue'e's body tremble, and she subconsciously straightened her chest.

"Tell me if you have any grievances. We people of the martial world don't stand on ceremony..." She seemed to transform into a chivalrous heroine, becoming quite forthright.

The woman smiled.

"May I ask, heroine, was it during the Mid-Autumn Festival eight years ago that you went to Blackback Mountain to gather herbs and gave birth to a child on the way?"

Lin Yue'e looked embarrassed. She hadn't gone to gather herbs at all. She had heard that there was a fight in the martial arts world and, being a martial arts practitioner, was very curious and went to watch the excitement. However, she got a stomachache halfway through and thought she needed to go to the toilet, so she hid in a cave. But the pain made her faint. When she woke up, she found that she had a son with her, so she brought him back.

Seeing her expression, the woman knew she was right.

Her face fell.

"To be honest, my dear heroine, I gave birth to my child in the carriage on the same day I passed by Blackback Mountain. At that time, my husband and I were being chased by our enemies, so we hid the child in a cave. That's when I saw you and your child in the cave."

Although Lin Yue'e wasn't quite quick-witted, she finally realized what was happening, though she was somewhat confused.

"So, you mean Changqing is your child? But when I woke up, this was the only child beside me."

The woman covered her face and began to cry.

"I don't know, I don't know. Maybe your child has extraordinary talent and was taken away by a passing expert to become his disciple."

"Heroine, all I know is that this is my child. This child looks so much like my husband. They both have two eyes, one nose, and one mouth, and they are exactly the same when they smile!"

She cried miserably, but the servants behind her were trying not to laugh. They only stopped laughing after being glared at by Changqing.

Lin Yue'e was a little confused.

How can a child who has been by your side for so many years not be your own child?

But at the same time, she also found the story very interesting and tale-like, especially when she heard the other person say that their son had extraordinary talent and might have been taken in by a passing expert. She felt that this was very likely.

Seeing that she was still hesitating, the woman gritted her teeth and said, "Heroine, I know you may find it hard to believe, but it's easy to verify. We can do a blood test to prove kinship."

Lin Yue'e was taken aback.

"Huh? A blood test for kinship?"

She had seen this in a book, but had never actually tried it.

The woman was well-prepared; she waved her hand, and someone behind her took out two small bowls filled with a clear, transparent liquid.

"If the blood of children and parents is compatible, it means they are biologically related; if they are incompatible, they are not. Heroine, whether I have mistaken my child or not, I only need to test it to find out!"

Lin Yue'e bit her lip and nodded.

Half an hour later.

Lin Yue'e's eyes widened.

"Changqing really isn't my child?!"

Her blood was completely incompatible with Changqing's blood; on the contrary, the woman's blood was able to mix quickly after being dripped into hers.

The evidence is conclusive.

This child is definitely not her son.

The woman seemed relieved. She gave a weak smile, waved her hand, and someone brought her another plate of silver.

"Heroine, although you are not this child's biological mother, you have raised him to adulthood. My husband and I are very grateful to you. Please accept this silver as our token of gratitude!"

Lin Yue'e refused twice, but finally accepted it.

Changqing packed a small bundle and followed the woman into the carriage.