Qing'er shook her head absentmindedly, meaning that she was fine.

"Mom," Xu Luo nestled in Qing'er's arms lovingly, like a young swallow returning to its nest, "You're finally here!"

This scene of deep love between mother and son was naturally seen by Wei Wan who was lying on the couch, making her feel that she was just an irrelevant outsider, an outsider who had inserted himself between them.

She looked at the family of three with complicated eyes.

Xu Luo and Xu Yao both look like Xu Yan. The two children look similar. It was not until the woman named Qing'er appeared in front of her that Wei Wan realized that Xu Luo was 40% like Xu Yan and the other 40% like his biological mother. His ears and lips were like his biological mother's.

Xu Luo raised his finger and pointed at the people around him. He pouted and complained to the woman angrily, "Mom, they all bullied me!"

His fair and handsome cheeks were puffed up with anger and his eyes were sinister.

Since he was born, he has been the only legitimate son of the Marquis of Ji'an Mansion. Everyone has been pampering him and coaxing him. Since the red spots appeared on his back, Wei Wan has been pampering him even more because she feels sorry for him. He is used to having everything go his way and has never been bullied like today.

Xu Luo pointed at the people around him one by one, including the Duke of Weiguo and his wife, the guards, Wei Wan on the couch... and Gu Yanfei.

Qing'er looked up, and her tearful eyes met Gu Yanfei's.

"Did you hear the baby crying?" Gu Yanfei sighed softly, "She is dead, but her soul is unwilling to leave and is wandering in the world. She is still following you closely and staring at you..."

Every word was clear, crisp and cold, as if every word struck deep into one's soul.

"..." Qing'er's whole body trembled and she couldn't help but shiver.

She wanted to look away, but her body refused to obey her and she couldn't move. It was as if the girl in front of her saw through her inside and out, from her body to her soul, and to the long-buried memories.

The bright light shone on Gu Yanfei's small face. Her hair and skin seemed to be glowing, like a dream, not like a person of this mortal world.

Gu Yanfei drew everyone's attention to the "ghost face" on Xu Luo's back and said slowly: "Look, she is looking at you."

"She is waving at you. What a good child..."

Gu Yanfei suddenly chuckled, and his laughter had a kind of ethereal and ethereal feeling.

As she finished speaking, a chilly wind suddenly blew up from nowhere in the tightly closed room, lifting her sleeves and skirt, making her feel as if she were floating in the air and inexplicably weird.

Xu Yan and Qing'er both had sweat on their foreheads and felt a chill at the back of their necks, with their hair standing on end, as if the "ghost face"'s blood-red eyes were staring at them intently.

Wei Wan's eyes suddenly widened as she looked at the "ghost face" on Xu Luo's back. There was sadness, eagerness, remorse, and regret in her dark pupils, but no fear. She seemed to be expecting something.

The night was dark, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and an oil lamp was lit on the table by the window.

The lights swayed in the sudden cold wind, and the atmosphere in the room was gloomy. The blood-red scar on the boy's back flickered in the swaying lights.

This is clearly just a scar on the skin, but the more you look at it, the more it looks like a hideous and twisted ghost face, as if a baby is struggling and screaming under the thin skin, with a creepy smile on its face, as if it will break through the skin at any time.

"Ah!" Qing'er screamed in fright.

In the dim light, her face looked even paler, almost transparent.

She looked at the strange red mark on Xu Luo's back anxiously, her slender body trembling like a sieve, her eyes confused and unfocused, and she murmured, "No, it's not."

Her slender white fingers grasped Xu Yan's robe and leaned towards him, her frightened eyes looking at the blood-red scar on Xu Luo's back in panic, as if she was looking at another person, her voice trembling: "You are too weak."

"Don't hurt Luo Ge'er, this is all your mother's fault. She took my son away..."

"..."Wei Wan's face also became paler and her eyes became uncertain. She seemed to understand something.

Her other daughter did not die at birth, which means...

Gu Yanfei's voice, neither happy nor sad, echoed in the silent room: "The baby girl's soul has nowhere to go, so it can only find a place to parasitize."

"And the person who is connected to her by blood, the person who is connected to her enemy by blood, is the best candidate. This is cause and effect."

“It’s just the beginning.”

"The scar on his body will become more and more severe, and then the pain will be unbearable. The infant spirit attached to him will gradually erode his soul, and finally tear his soul apart... making him unable to reincarnate forever."

“It’s almost there!”

As Gu Yanfei was talking, Xu Luo beside him suddenly frowned and scratched his arm irritably, muttering, "Mom, I'm itchy, my back is so itchy..."

He scratched the red mark on his arm vigorously a few times, his face wrinkled, "It hurts... Mom, I feel pain and itchiness on my back."

The boy twisted his body, scratching the red spots on his arms, then scratching his back. He was restless and his eyes turned red, echoing the "ghost face" on his back in this dim and eerie room.

Xu Yan was afraid that Xu Luo would scratch himself, so he quickly hugged his son and looked at Gu Yanfei in surprise and doubt, as if wondering whether what she said was true or not.

Qing'er looked at her son for a while, then at Gu Yanfei, and her heart felt as if it was pricked by a needle, with a sharp pain.

There was fear in her eyes, tears quickly filled her eyes, and she pleaded sadly: "Girl, can you save him?"

"The child is innocent."

Qing'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and two lines of tears rolled down her snow-white cheeks, like night dew rolling on the petals of an Epiphyllum.

This scene seemed to irritate Xu Luo, who scratched his skin and shouted, "Mom, why did you ask her to do that?"

Wei Wan pretended not to hear anything and stared blankly at the woman in blue next to Xu Luo. Finally, she overlapped this face with a face in her memory.

She finally recognized the other person and blurted out, "You are Yuqing!"

Qing'er squatted on the ground, pursed her cherry lips, and said nothing. Her face, as white as snow and as smooth as jade, was charming and graceful.

At this time, silence is an admission.

The wife of Duke Weiguo, who had been watching for a long time, frowned and asked Wei Wan, "Awan, do you know her?"

"She was Xu Yan's former maid." Wei Wan said with difficulty.

Nine years ago, not long after Wei Wan married into the Marquis of Ji'an's mansion, she asked Xu Yan whether she should give Yu Qing a status.

For a noble family like theirs, it was normal for a man to have one or two concubines before the wedding, and Wei Wan didn't care. However, Xu Yan told her in person that he had let the man out of the house.

Wei Wan once thought that Xu Yan respected her, and even though she did not conceive a child two years after marriage, Xu Yan never took a concubine.

How could she have imagined that everything Xu Yan did was not for her, but for another woman! The wife of Duke Weiguo's expression became even colder, and she asked coldly with a dark face: "Xu Yan, since you already have a lover, why do you still come to the Duke Weiguo's mansion to ask for marriage?!"

It's not like the girls of their Wei family are unmarried. There are many people seeking to marry them. If Xu Yan shows the slightest reluctance, the Wei family will never force him.

"..." Xu Yan put his other arm around Yu Qing, remaining silent, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

He has always liked Yuqing, but he also knows that Yuqing's status is too low to be his principal wife.

At that time, he was still the eldest son of Marquis Ji'an. In order to inherit the title, he needed a legitimate son.

Therefore, he could only obey his parents' arrangements and get engaged to Wei Wan, thinking that after the marriage, he could take Yu Qing as his concubine.

Unexpectedly, on the day when he and Wei Wan returned home after three days, Yu Qing left alone and her whereabouts were unknown...

Whenever he thought of the bitter past, Xu Yan felt as if a piece of flesh was being cut out of his heart, causing unbearable pain.

"Daddy, I feel so uncomfortable! Mommy, I'm itchy!" Xu Luo, who was held in Xu Yan's arms, was about to cry, twisting his body like a snake.

The scarlet scars on his naked back seemed to be oozing out drops of blood, as if this "ghost face" was crying...

Another gust of cold wind suddenly blew up, almost blowing out the light of the oil lamp. Only a small flame was left on the wick. The room suddenly became much darker, and even the facial features of the other people around became eerie and strange.

Yu Qing was completely panicked. She knelt on the ground in a panic, kowtowed heavily to Gu Yanfei, and begged, "Girl, please save my son. He is just a child."

As long as her son is safe, she is willing to give everything.

She had a loving mother's heart, and a kind of sorrow that moved heaven and earth.

The corners of Gu Yanfei's lips were always slightly curved, making it impossible to tell whether she was happy or angry.

"It was just a baby." Gu Yanfei said meaningfully, his eyes locked on the other person's gaze, "How can you be reborn if your body is incomplete?"

"..." Yuqing's pupils twitched, her forehead turned slightly red, and her eyes became dazed again, as if she heard the baby girl's unwilling cry again.

How can I be reborn if my body is incomplete?!

If the baby girl cannot be reincarnated, she will haunt her for the rest of her life until she dies...

Yu Qing felt bitter in her heart. Her pale lips moved for a while before she uttered a few words softly: "In... in the mass grave."

Even though her voice was as low as a mosquito's hum, other people around her could hear it quite clearly.

Wei Wan gritted her teeth, and her snow-white, neat teeth made a clattering sound as she bit them.

Yu Qing lowered her eyes, and grasped Xu Yan's robe again with one hand. Tears welled up in her eyes again, and she said hesitantly, "The child was too weak and we didn't feed him."

The light shrank into a point and then slowly became brighter, swaying as it burned on the oil lamp, with light and shadow interweaving.

"Really?" Gu Yanfei sighed meaningfully.

"Mom!" Xu Luo screamed, his body twitched violently, his eyeballs rolled up slightly, and his back straightened. He looked extremely strange, as if he was possessed by a ghost.

"Luo'er, don't scare your mother." Yu Qing was so frightened that she almost lost her mind. She was heartbroken. Her son was her life.

She was totally unable to think and said excitedly, "She froze to death!"

(End of this chapter)