His words shocked everyone present.
Everyone who thirsted for the truth was stunned.
Jiang Sheng... she's not of the Jiang family bloodline? Then who is she? Is she an even more fake heiress than Jiang Chenghuan?
Old Madam Jiang stood there stunned, Jiang Jizu frowned, and everyone from the second branch of the family pursed their lips.
Only the person involved stared blankly ahead, wondering, "Then who am I? Am I going to be without a father and a grandmother again?"
Is the existence of family ties ultimately fleeting?
Grandma Jiang snapped out of her daze and suddenly hugged the plump little girl tightly. "You are my own flesh and blood, the little girl that your grandmother raised. Even if you weren't, your grandmother would still want you."
Jiang Sheng shrank back and snuggled closer, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly.
“Ms. Liao, you can eat whatever you want, but you can’t say whatever you want,” Jiang Jizu said coldly. “Don’t try to get away with this.”
"Exonerated?" Liao laughed, with a sense of resignation. "What crime have I committed? I just threw away a child who was impersonating someone else and brought my niece with me."
“Yes, my relationship with my sister is just average, but Jiang Chenghuan at least has the blood of my Liao family, while this child,” she pointed to Jiang Sheng, “has absolutely no relation to me.”
Her tone was so confident that everyone was stunned.
Only Jiang Jizu felt extremely sorry for Jiang Sheng and stood in front of her.
"Chenghuan's life in the Jiang family has been too difficult. I don't want to tell her and hurt her." Liao Shi was acting like a madwoman. "You forced me to say it. You all forced me to!"
The adults were still in shock, but Jiang Chengyu bared his uneven teeth and asked, "What evidence do you have? How come my sister isn't a member of the Jiang family?"
Yes, where's the evidence?
Liao said that Jiang Sheng is not from the Jiang family, so Jiang Sheng is not from the Jiang family.
The second wife said Jiang Chengyu was fake, but she'll be able to bring back a real one later, right?
Everything must be based on evidence; the Jiang family is an example, and so should the Liao family.
"Evidence?" Liao laughed again. "Shouldn't the mother know the evidence? Where did this child come from, and why do you dote on her so much? Isn't it all obvious?"
"What do you mean?" Old Madam Jiang straightened up. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"I'm talking nonsense?" Madam Liao laughed loudly, tears streaming down her face. "Mother, you're such a good actress. You're still putting on an act even now. Have you forgotten the Yao family's daughter who died young? She and my son were born on the same day, but she died at birth, and my son was born prematurely. Isn't that a coincidence?"
"She was a full-term baby, but my son was only seven months old. Which baby survived? What is the surname of this legitimate daughter of the Jiang family?"
If she was originally supposed to have the surname Yao, then having a child with the surname Lü wouldn't seem to be a big deal.
Anyway, they're not of the Jiang family bloodline, and they're not her biological children.
The more Liao thought about it, the more pain she felt. She felt pain for the child who died prematurely, pain for having to endure for more than ten years and then have to tell the truth herself, and pain for having no right to do anything but swallow her anger when her own daughter was switched.
How could there be a mother in the world who doesn't love her child?
How could Jiang Liao not love the child she conceived in July?
She loved him terribly, to the core.
But her child died twelve years ago, buried somewhere unknown.
The Yao family's child has taken over her child's identity and expects her to pamper and spoil her. Why should she?
Huh? On what grounds?
Liao collapsed to the ground, bursting into laughter followed by uncontrollable sobs. The alternating bursts of laughter and sobs were a mother's most helpless lament.
"My son..."
Despite the long-standing animosity between the two sisters-in-law, Madam Jiang couldn't help but shed a tear.
This is a shared sentiment among mothers, a testament to their deep love for their children.
Without a doubt.
"What are you crying for?" Old Madam Jiang finally realized what was happening. "You mean, Jiang Sheng is the daughter of the Yao family? Yao Siqing's younger sister who died young?"
This is such an absurd and outrageous understanding.
"What would I gain from exchanging the Yao family's children?" Old Madam Jiang was almost furious. "For the Jiang family's wealth? The Yao family hasn't fallen as lowly as the Lü family. For raising them by my side? I don't need any more granddaughters."
"Don't think I don't know. Yao Siqing's mother is bedridden and doesn't have many years left to live. You want to find that child a biological mother, a mother who loves and cares for her." Madam Liao retorted sharply, but quickly turned into sobs. "But why me... My sister-in-law is also pregnant, and we're all around the same time. Is it just because the General is the legitimate wife?"
She appeared deranged, yet her words sent chills down the spines of those around her.
Especially Madam Jiang the Second, recalling that the two were pregnant at the same time, Jiang Chengyu was even more than a month earlier, until Liao gave birth prematurely, Chengyu became Jiang the Fourth.
Is it really as Liao said, that the Yao family was selecting a mother for their child, and that the Liao family was innocent in this baby swap, while the Yao family was the one who was completely scheming?
Thinking back to Yao Siqing's mother, she was indeed bedridden for many years and passed away not long after giving birth.
Madam Jiang couldn't help but tremble, and her legs went weak.
It was only because Jiang Jizong held her tightly that she didn't collapse to the ground.
"So, you're convinced that the Yao family deliberately caused your premature birth and then forced Jiang Sheng into your care. To get revenge on the Yao family, and also on your mother, you heartlessly abandoned her and brought Cheng Huan back in exchange." The only one who could remain calm was the general, who had witnessed mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
“Yes, that’s right.” Liao struggled to meet his gaze.
Having said all that needed to be said and shed all that needed to be shed, Liao only wanted to take revenge on the Yao family, forgetting even her adopted daughter of many years.
“I hate the Yao family, and I hate Jiang Yao’s family. They killed my child, so I will kill the Yao family’s child.” She raised her head, her tears flowing until they dried up. “I will throw her away. I hate her. I wish she were dead. I would rather raise my sister’s child than raise her.”
No fake heiress can compare to a real heiress.
Jiang Chenghuan was not adopted because he was pampered.
She chose this as a second-best option because of her resentment towards the Liao family and to seek revenge against the Yao family's descendants.
Unnoticed by anyone, the frail, pale fake heiress once again curled up in the corner, trembling and shaking.
Jiang Sheng, too, became flustered and confused by these layers of "truth".
"Absurd, utterly absurd!" Looking at all the people whose minds had been disturbed, Old Madam Jiang hugged her granddaughter tightly. "Without any evidence, you harmed two children based solely on conjecture. Liao, you are foolish and absurd!"
"You say the Yao family forced you to have a premature birth, you say the Yao family switched your child, what evidence do you have?"
Liao raised her eyelids, her tone fierce, "Then what evidence do you have to prove that this child is my bloodline?"
Yes, they have no evidence.
In an era where blood tests are not available, paternity tests are not possible, and even blood tests for kinship are unreliable, can children switched at birth really only be identified by a few similar facial features?
But among the masses, how many people are similar?
Old Madam Jiang closed her eyes, choked back tears several times, and then opened them again. "I have evidence."
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