Seeing this, Situ Jin looked at the group suspiciously and said in a deep voice, "What else are you hiding from me?"
Seeing that she still cared about Consort Li, Situ Wuji sighed and said, "Jin'er, we've all been fooled by that old scoundrel, the Emperor."
Upon hearing the words "old scoundrel," Feng Xin immediately frowned in displeasure.
How could my uncle speak of Father Emperor like that? This is utterly disrespectful!
Situ Jin clenched her fists. "What exactly happened?"
Situ Wuji said, "That wicked creature is not dead at all, and has been living right under our noses all along. The old emperor has really kept us in the dark for a long time. No wonder he values Xie Jingrun so much. I used to think that he valued him because of Xie Tianlin, but I only found out today that it was not the case at all."
Feng Xin stared wide-eyed for a long time before she could process what he said.
Does her uncle mean that Brother Jingrun is... her brother?
Situ Jin waved her hand and knocked over the teacup on the table.
"Smack!"
The sound of a teacup shattering was accompanied by her sinister and terrifying voice, "That bastard isn't dead? Xie Jingrun is actually the son of that old scoundrel and that vile Consort Li? Haha, how come I didn't think of that?"
She was convinced that Consort Li and her son were dead, but that wretched child was still alive?
She was so angry that her throat felt sweet, and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Mother!"
Feng Mo rushed forward and helped her up.
Feng Xin snapped out of her daze and hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed a handkerchief, and frantically wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and her clothes.
Situ Wuji had long known that, given that Consort Li was involved, how could she possibly swallow her anger?
"It was announced by the Emperor himself, so it shouldn't be false."
Situ Jin shoved Feng Xin and Feng Mo aside, stumbled to the ground, and roared hoarsely, "But back then, I saw the charred corpses of that wretched mother and son with my own eyes. How could that wicked creature still be alive?"
"You yourself said it was a charred corpse. Now that I think about it, that wretched child must have been rescued back then, and a fake was used to impersonate him," Situ Wuji said, frowning. However, in his opinion, so what if he wasn't dead? Soon, he could make him die again.
Situ Jin remembered something and was immediately filled with anger and resentment.
She had previously suspected Xie Jingrun's identity, but because she was convinced that Consort Li's son had died in the fire long ago, she rejected her own idea and assumed that Xie Jingrun was the son of the old scoundrel and another slut.
She had once suspected Xie Tianlin's first wife, Hua, but now she realizes she was overthinking it.
However, since Hua and Li gave birth one after the other, did Hua's stillborn child end up as a scapegoat for Li's wretched son?
The charred child appeared to be Hua's son who had died young.
Xie Jingrun was taken back to the Marquis's residence to replace Hua's son.
This scheme was truly a masterful deception, flawless and impeccable.
"Since that wretched creature didn't die, what about Consort Li?" she asked through gritted teeth.
“Consort Li should be dead,” Situ Wuji said helplessly. “I came to tell you this today in the hope that you will cheer up, otherwise…” He paused, his gaze falling on Feng Mo, “everything that belongs to Mo’er will fall into Xie Jingrun’s hands.”
This is the thing that Situ Jin finds most unbearable.
Her eyes blazed with hatred. "His eyes have always been only for Consort Li, and now, his heart is only for that wretched son of Consort Li. No wonder he's been under immense pressure and hasn't yet made Mo'er the crown prince. It's all for Xie Jingrun. He wants to give Xie Jingrun the best of everything. But he can forget about it!"
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