The women went into the back room.
The lower backs of both girls were exposed.
At first glance, Yan Funing's skin was so fair that Yan Yan'er was immediately outshined.
Look at the birthmark again.
One is bright, the other is dark.
Hong Qingyi knew what was going on as soon as she saw it.
The women returned to the front living room.
Yan Cheng asked his wife, "How is it?"
Hong Qingyi said, "Perhaps the shape of a birthmark will change as a person grows older, but Yan'er's birthmark is only roughly outlined now, while Fu Ning's is clearly in the shape of a lotus."
Old Madam Yan picked up the teacup and snorted softly, "According to you, the one who came here rashly is a member of the Yan family?"
Hong Qingyi said calmly, "Before I became pregnant with my youngest daughter, I had a dream in which the Lotus Fairy transformed into a lotus flower and landed on my belly. From then on, I became pregnant."
"I was so impressed by the magic of the dream before conception that I ordered a fine jade pendant based on the lotus flower I saw in my dream."
"It is because of that dream that I believe my daughter's birthmark is bright and clear." She looked around with a smile, "Fu Ning is my biological daughter!"
Madam Yan's face darkened: "Nonsense, what can a dream mean?"
At this point, Yan Cheng pulled his wife's arm, asked her to sit down, and raised his hand to wipe her eyelids.
"What are you doing, husband?" Hong Qingyi grabbed his hand.
What does this man want to do in front of so many people?
Yan Cheng pointed at her eyelids and said, "Take off your eye makeup."
He finally realized that Yan Funing's eyes looked very much like hers, or to be more precise, very much like Hong Qingyi when she was a girl.
But now she has eye makeup on, and at first glance, there is no resemblance.
Besides, many years have passed and she has grown older, and her eyes have changed slightly from when she was a girl.
After being reminded by her husband, Hong Qingyi suddenly reacted.
Why did I find Yan Funing so amiable when I first saw her? Now I realize that her eyes are so much like my own when I was a girl.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly ordered the maid to bring water and wash off the makeup on her face.
In a moment, two pairs of eyes appeared before everyone, one pair was mature and charming, the other pair was clear and clean.
But the outlines of the two eyes are highly overlapped.
Yan Cheng pointed at Yan Funing and said, "She is my daughter, Yan Cheng!"
Upon hearing that her parents acknowledged Yan Funing as their biological daughter, Yan Yan'er's eyes turned red and she was so stunned that she even forgot to shed tears.
Seeing her like this, Old Madam Yan pretended to feel distressed: "Yan'er, come here."
Yan Yan'er hid in Old Madam Yan's arms and cried, "Grandma, I don't know why she also has a jade pendant, but I grew up in the Duke's Mansion, how could it be fake? Grandma, please help me talk to my parents."
Madam Yan looked at Long Chi'an with a dignified look in her eyes: "I heard that it was Chi'an who found it out. Can you tell me how you found it out?"
Long Chi'an nodded calmly and said, "My people recently found out that sixteen years ago, someone took a baby away from the Duke's Mansion."
"It was only last night that I learned Yan Yan'er's birth date."
"To be honest, I only knew her birthday was on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month."
I don't know her exact birth date.
Not to mention the time of birth.
"Now I've found out that the birth date written on the paper given to Fu Ning by the Yan family is the same as Yan Yan'er's, the only difference is the birthday."
"On the surface, Fu Ning's birthday is on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, and Yan Yan'er's is on the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month..."
Before he could finish his words, Old Madam Yan interrupted him: "If we're not born on the same day, what are you checking?"
I'm so bored.
Long Chi'an took the red paper from Yan Funing's wooden box and said gently, "The birthday on the red paper the Yan family gave you is wrong. Your real birthday is the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month."
"The date of birth written on the red paper is two days off from your actual date of birth. The criminal who sold you deliberately changed your date of birth to prevent anyone from discovering you."
"The eighth day of the Lunar New Year is also a good day, so we changed it to the eighth day of the Lunar New Year."
"As for why you didn't change your birth time? Because your birth time is very good, you are destined to have siblings. This way, you can be sold at a very high price."
Yan Funing's real birth date is even better. Not only is she destined to have siblings, but she will also bring good fortune to her husband and family.
Hong Qingyi's eyes filled with tears when she heard this: "Chi An, is it true that Fu Ning was sold several times?"
Long Chi'an nodded. "Most of the families who bought Fu Ning were wealthy, and they bought her mainly as a daughter. I didn't expect Fu Ning to cry so much, and she was sold several times until she was sold to the Yan family in Ling County."
Caiyu, who had been standing quietly behind Yan Funing, interrupted, "My young lady is a real crybaby."
Long Chi'an jokingly said, "It is said that she can cry all night long. Other babies fall asleep when they are tired of crying, but she can cry all the time."
Yan Funing chuckled.
She really can cry.
"No, I don't believe what Brother Chi said!" Yan Yan'er stood up excitedly, "Brother Chi fell in love with her last year. In order to give her an identity, he set up these kinship schemes with ulterior motives!"
Madam Yan picked up the teacup but didn't drink. She said slowly, "Prince Chi canceled Yan'er's marriage because of this girl. What Yan'er said is not without reason."
She looked at Yan Cheng with her old eyes and scolded him, "You are the noble Duke and the Duke's wife. How can you rashly make a conclusion based on slightly similar eyes and a dream during pregnancy? Can we recognize the bloodline of our Yan family just by saying so?"
At this moment, an energetic old man walked in like a dragon and a tiger.
"It's easy. Just drop a blood test and it'll be done. Why are you complaining so much?"
Loud voice.
The old man strode up to Yan Funing, tilted his head to glance at her, and then burst into laughter: "This little girl is pretty. The pretty one is my granddaughter."
Yan Bojian quickly introduced: "This is my grandfather."
Yan Funing bowed politely: "Old Duke."
The old Duke laughed again, lowered his head and asked Yan Funing, "Can you fight crickets?"
Yan Funing shook her head: "No."
The old man in front of me had completely white hair, a rosy face, and looked very energetic.
"No, you can learn." The old Duke said, raising his hand and saying, "Old man outside, come and give my granddaughter a blood test."
The chief judge of the Imperial Medical Bureau came in upon hearing the noise.
The old Duke lifted his robe and sat on the main seat, crossed his legs, and leisurely watched the blood test between his eldest son and the real and fake granddaughter.
Two drops of blood were dropped into each bowl.
Soon one bowl melted while the other did not.
The judge pointed at Yan Funing and said, "The Duke and this young lady are biological father and daughter." Then he pointed at Yan Yan'er and said, "The Duke has no relationship with her at all."
"Okay, got it." The old Duke waved away the judge, "You can go back now."
The judge nodded and said, "I will take my leave."
Yan Yan'er fell to the ground, her face pale.
The old Duke laughed out loud and said, "Well, the finger has been poked, and my granddaughter is back."
Immediately, he stopped smiling and looked at Old Madam Yan: "Old lady, do you have anything else to say?"
Madam Yan smiled and said, "What else can I say? I'm so happy that a close relative of the Yan family has returned."
At this moment, a servant came to report: "The eldest lady is back!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright and beautiful figure walked in.
She walked straight towards Yan Funing, raised her hand and whispered, "The old woman in the hall is my step-grandmother."
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