Chapter 78: Good Candidate
Not to mention Qu Yi being confused, even Qu Ling was shocked.
Sure enough, no matter how hard she racked her brains, she was not as good as the old lady's sudden inspiration.
Qu Yi thought he had misheard, "Grandma, what did you say?"
Adoption.
He is the legitimate son of the Marquis's family, and they adopted him out? It's simply laughable.
Qu Xi was the first to react and said in a deep voice, "Mother, this is inappropriate."
"Ayi is my son, how can he be adopted by my sister?"
The old lady was furious. "Your sister died tragically and had no children. Can you bear to see her without a successor?"
She said coldly, "You don't only have this one son."
Although Qu Xin felt sorry for Qu Mingyue, he would not give his son to someone else for adoption. He thought of various reasons, "Ah Heng's leg injury has not healed yet. If Ah Yi is adopted, the future of the Marquis' Mansion will be..."
"What will the future hold for the Marquis's mansion?" the old lady interrupted him. "Are you worried that there won't be anyone to inherit the title?"
Her expression didn't change at all. "Or do you intend to make Ayi the crown prince?"
Qu Yi's eyelids twitched. The secret hidden in his heart was revealed, and he felt as hot and burning as if he had been boiled in oil.
Maybe Dad really thought about letting me inherit the Marquisate since my eldest brother has poor legs and feet.
Qu Yi still hated the old lady.
My aunt is a married woman, and it is not easy for her to be buried in her natal family’s ancestral tomb. Why should she adopt a child?
There are many children without parents in the clan, so why did they target him?
If he is adopted by someone else, he will have no chance of becoming the crown prince.
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant.
He's eyes rolled, and she stepped forward with a smile, "Old Madam, if you just want to adopt a child from the Marquis' Mansion for your sister, what's the difficulty?"
She pulled Qu Sheng out without hesitation and said, "Ah Sheng is also a member of the Qu family. Why don't you let him be adopted by your sister?"
He’s plan was a good one.
You can kick out the annoying bastard and get some benefits at the same time.
Qu Sheng has always been a transparent person. Now he was pushed out and was stunned and confused.
The old lady despised him, "How can he be adopted by Mingyue when he is a bastard?"
He was choked and retreated in embarrassment.
Qu Sheng was secretly ashamed and annoyed. It wasn't his fault that he was born a bastard. It was just that his father couldn't control his lower body.
Qu Yi knelt on the ground, his palms covered in cold sweat.
He secretly looked at Qu Xi, his eyes full of requests for help.
Qu Yu was firm in his attitude. "Mother, I absolutely do not agree to this matter. If my sister knew about this, she would not agree to it either."
The old lady was contradicted one after another today and was so angry that she pointed at Qu Xi and started scolding him.
Sometimes she would go to burn incense to the ancestors and scold Qu Xun for being unfilial. Sometimes she would ask someone to pack up her things and send her to the second master's position. She also said that the Marquis' Mansion could not accommodate her, so she should just go back to Hedong to live a free life.
Qu Xin also held a high position, and he lost his patience after hearing his mother's unreasonable nagging.
I just let her scold me, neither trying to coax her nor trying to persuade her, and just stayed in a stalemate.
The old lady also noticed that her unreasonable behavior seemed to have no effect.
Her son wasn't buying it.
When I caught a glimpse of impatience on Qu Xi's face from the corner of my eye, I was startled.
But he refused to bow his head and lose face.
Qu Ling didn't say anything. She observed the people in the room calmly.
Seeing the gloating look in He's eyes, Qu Han, who was leaning against her, also looked as if it had nothing to do with him.
At this moment, she offered an excuse, "Actually, this isn't difficult. Grandma, there's no need to be angry."
The old lady was a little tired of scolding, so she quickly asked, "What good ideas do you have?"
Qu Ling said, "Aunt was killed by Ayi's mother. Even if Dad agreed to adopt him, wouldn't Aunt still feel resentful?"
The old lady came to her senses and also felt that this was inappropriate.
For the first time, Qu Yi sincerely felt grateful to Qu Lingsheng.
The old lady did not give up, and pulled Qu Ling to complain, "Your aunt is really pitiful."
"That's not difficult," Qu Ling said, "You just want a legitimate son. If Yi isn't good enough, Han will do."
Qu Han, who was called, sat up straight.
What does it have to do with him?
He's voice changed, and she hugged her son tightly in her arms, "Mother, this is my only son. You can't take him away from me."
Her resentful eyes fell on Qu Ling, "A Ling, you are trying to separate us mother and son. You are trying to kill me."
"Second Aunt, what you said is not true. He will just be adopted by Auntie and raised by you," Qu Ling said with a half-smile, "In the whole house, there is no one more suitable than Ah Han."
The old lady seemed thoughtful.
He was horrified. This was absolutely not possible.
"Grandma, wait for my second uncle to come back and discuss it carefully. If he nods, then it will be done." Qu Ling said.
He's thoughts are not important at all.
The old lady felt sorry for her daughter who died early. On the one hand, she wanted to get a dowry, but she also sincerely wanted to leave a family for her daughter. After calming down, she realized that there was no need to rush.
"Let's all go. Ah Ling will just stay with me."
When Qu Yi got up, sweat broke out on his back.
This was ridiculous, and he was frantic.
It would be better if my grandmother and eldest brother were both dead.
Once a thought arises, it grows wildly and cannot be suppressed no matter how hard you try.
After leaving Yunsong Hall, Qu Xin walked away with a gloomy look on his face, waving his sleeves and not caring about the child behind him at all.
Qu Yi took this opportunity to ask Qu Lianzhi, "Sister, did mother really say that she would give the throne to big brother?"
Qu Lianzhi was absent-minded and asked indifferently, "Shouldn't it be given to your elder brother?"
That's true.
It's really more chilling.
Until her death, my mother only thought about my eldest brother and never considered him at all.
He couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
It was late at night, and Qu Ling waited until the old lady fell asleep before getting up and returning to Nuanshan Residence.
"The second young lady has moved in," Guanqi reported quickly upon seeing Qu Ling return, "She only brought Jindan and Yindan with her."
Qu Ling warned, "Don't let your guard down, she has two younger brothers."
"Don't worry, young lady. Madam is dead, and the mansion is in chaos now. I think the Marquis will give you the power to manage the household. Then, you will have the final say on everything." Guanqi said with a smile.
Qu Ling did not get carried away.
She walked to the desk and sorted out her thoughts.
The Duke Su's Mansion was uprooted, and the Duke Dongyang's Mansion no longer existed.
It makes up for the regret of last time.
Only the Dingxiang Marquisate and the Song family are left.
The Song family is difficult to shake with her own strength, but there is also the eldest princess.
She first cleaned up the Dingxiang Marquis's mansion one by one.
Song Jun’s big trouble is gone.
Next.
She wrote the two words "Qu Heng" on the paper.
She didn't need to do anything.
"Miss, Aunt Miao wants to see you." The maid came to report.
"What is she doing here?" Tingqin frowned.
A concubine, what do you want to see the girl for?
"It's something urgent."
"Let her in." Qu Ling put down the pen in his hand.
This concubine, who was very similar to her mother, was very much liked by Qu Xi. After entering the mansion, she stayed in her courtyard.
Qu Ling has been noticed by people, but she is well-behaved and rarely comes out.
The curtain was opened, and Aunt Miao came in with lowered eyebrows and a pleasant look.
She knelt on the ground, her posture very low.
Qu Ling walked up to her, gently lifted her chin, and looked at her face carefully, comparing it with the painting in the ancestral hall.
picture.
This face does look like him.
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