Under Ji Qian's threat of force, the fake Wan Niang quickly backed down. Although he was not afraid of death, he couldn't stand having a knife swirling in his head!

However, the fake Wan Niang felt she was truly wronged:

"I didn't do it on purpose. If you want to blame someone, blame Qian Erniu's fate for just happening to match mine. Have you ever heard of what fate is?"

"I've only ever heard of ill-fated relationships." Looking at the shameless appearance of the fake Wan Niang, Ying Xu couldn't help but retort.

"Ah, young man, you are mistaken!"

I wonder what this fake Wan Niang did in her previous life; she speaks with a certain air of a charlatan.

"Young brother, you don't know this, but both Qian Erniu and I are destined to suffer hardship, a fate that is rare in a hundred years."

People with this kind of fate are destined to be poor and destitute from birth, and their lives are a cycle of gaining and losing.

Even if life improves slightly, it will quickly slip away, ultimately leading to a miserable old age and a terrible death!

At this point, the fake Wan Niang looked at Master Qian standing to the side, her eyes filled with anger:

“You were not born with so much wealth and children. These are all gifts from me. You have enjoyed decades of happiness, so you should repay this kindness and die in my place!”

Seeing the culprit's unrepentant and increasingly audacious behavior, Master Qian couldn't help but feel angry:

"I didn't ask you for wealth and luxury, I'll give all of that back to you, just give me back my family's lives!!"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab the fake Wan Niang's neck, but was stopped by Qian Huailin, who rushed over with his short legs: "Dad, don't get agitated, we haven't finished asking about the matter yet."

After Qian Huailin finished speaking, he turned around and stood in front of the fake Wan Niang. He looked up at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, and for a moment, he felt a mix of emotions:

"Where did you take Wan Niang?"

Upon hearing this, the fake Wan Niang laughed out loud: "Hehe, she died in childbirth, it has nothing to do with me."

Strangely enough, in all my decades of experience, this is the first time I've ever seen a new mother with such a lot of resentment.

There was nothing I could do but perform a ritual to help her pass on to the afterlife!

Don't blame me, after all, your family should know how that overwhelming resentment came about.

Upon hearing this, Qian Huailin's initial anger suddenly subsided.

He turned to look at his family behind him and noticed that Madam Qian's expression suddenly became somewhat guilty, Mr. Qian subconsciously looked away, and even Qian Handuo quietly drifted away a little. Only Qian Hanying was still looking at him with an innocent expression.

"Brother, why are you looking at us?"

Qian Huailin ignored Qian Hanying's question. His gaze swept over his family members' faces before settling on Madam Qian's.

"Mother, tell your son the truth, how did Wan Niang die?"

After hesitating for a long time, Madam Qian finally stammered out:

"When Huai Shu and Ying Er passed away one after another, I thought it was because I was too old and the children I gave birth to were born with congenital deficiencies."

Who knew that you would have another accident a few years later? I was terrified, and since Wan Niang was pregnant at the time, I thought I'd invite a few Taoist priests to come and take a look at our home.

Mrs. Qian paused here, clearly finding it difficult to speak about what was to come.

Seeing this, Qian Huailin hurriedly urged, "And then? Inviting a few Taoist priests isn't a big deal."

"However, and then..." Seeing his wife's troubled expression, Mr. Qian lovingly pulled her into his arms:

"Don't make things difficult for your mother. It's also Wan Niang's fault for being too weak. It was just a cup of talisman water, how could it almost cause a miscarriage?"

These words were so offensive that even Zhao Chengyuan, who was known for his good temper, couldn't stand them anymore.

"What do you mean it's just a cup of talisman water? You actually made a pregnant woman drink talisman water?!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qian retorted indignantly, "Shuqin drank it during her first few pregnancies and nothing happened! Why can't she have it?"

“Wan Niang’s health was already weak, and giving birth to Zhao’er further damaged her. The doctor said that she would have difficulty having children in the future. She finally got pregnant again, how could she withstand such a torment!” Qian Huailin felt that the person in front of him was extremely unfamiliar when he heard his father’s words.

"Hey! Something's not right," the fake Wan Niang, the real old Taoist priest, was enjoying the show and wasn't about to let them get away with it so easily.

"This kid may not know, but I do. The level of resentment that woman harbored back then couldn't have been limited to this. You're definitely hiding something from her!"

Upon hearing this, Master Qian glared at him, then turned to look at Qian Huailin, who still had a solemn expression, before saying helplessly:

"Wan Niang did indeed miscarry, but fortunately a Taoist priest introduced her to a temple where it is said that the high monks can help the fetus in Wan Niang's womb be reincarnated."

That was your posthumous child. We sent Wan Niang there with a gamble on the whole thing.

To our surprise, when Wan Niang returned six months later, we had a doctor examine her, and sure enough, she was pregnant again!

When the matter was mentioned, Mr. Qian was quite proud: "It's all thanks to our timely delivery, otherwise Jingxuan would not have been born. Such a good child could not have been lost like that."

Upon hearing this, Qian Huailin understood immediately. No wonder Madam Qian kept emphasizing that Jingxuan was his biological son!

Mr. and Mrs. Qian may have had their doubts, but in order to escape the guilt of killing their own grandson, they ultimately chose to sacrifice their innocent daughter-in-law.

Looking at his wealthy but still ignorant parents, Qian Huailin felt a chill run down his spine.

He couldn't understand why his once shrewd and hardworking father and virtuous and kind mother had become like this.

Qian Huailin didn't know that although people say that old people become shrewd, the truth is that there are not many shrewd old people, but rather a lot of senile ones.

Qian Huailin turned to look at Qian Handuo, who had drifted away at some point: "Duo Niang, tell your second brother, how much do you know about these things?"

At the time of the incident, Qian Handuo had not yet passed the imperial examination and only had a vague understanding of what had happened. Faced with Qian Huailin's sudden questioning, she quickly waved her hands and defended herself:

"All I know is that my sister-in-law almost miscarried, and then my parents sent her to a temple to recuperate."

Recalling how she had tried to persuade her sister-in-law on behalf of her parents, Qian Handuo felt deep regret. If she had known the truth back then, she would never have been an accomplice.

Unfortunately, it's too late to say anything now. Hundreds of years have passed, and both the temple and Wan Niang and Qian Jingxuan have long since disappeared into the river of history, leaving only their restless, resentful souls wandering the world.

Upon hearing this, Qian Huailin sighed and didn't press further. He simply walked up to Ji Qian and looked up at her.

“Miss Ji, everything we did back then was our own fault. Please send us away.”

Looking at Qian Huailin's expression, Ji Qian knew that his "sending away" was definitely not as simple as sending him to be reincarnated.

Ji Qian ignored Qian Huailin's request and instead turned her gaze to the old Taoist priest who seemed indifferent to the matter.

"You really didn't get involved in this?"