Chapter 268 Are you satisfied with this show?
Her crying was so intense and moving, every word dripping with emotion, perfectly capturing the image of a loving mother who had lost her beloved son and was deeply worried about her family.
Seeing this, the surrounding officials all looked distressed, and some even stepped forward to offer a few words of comfort in hushed tones.
However, Huo Yunting, who was being held tightly by her, remained completely unmoved throughout the entire ordeal.
He simply stood there, eyes downcast, watching the cold cobblestone path beneath his feet, letting her perform her heart out.
Only when her sobs gradually subsided did he finally slowly lift his eyelids.
"Oh……"
A very soft, yet endlessly mocking laugh slowly escaped from his thin lips.
Old Madam Huo's crying stopped abruptly!
She looked up in disbelief and met a pair of eyes that were exactly the same as Huo Yunzhan's, yet completely different—cold and piercing!
"Are you done talking?" Huo Yunting looked at her, his eyes as if he were looking at a clown.
“Now that you’ve finished speaking,” his voice was calm and even, yet every word was like a knife, “then…it’s my turn.”
He slowly, one finger at a time, pried open her fingers that were gripping his arm tightly, his voice devoid of any warmth.
"How come what I know is somewhat different from what you just said, Mother?" He looked at her, his deep eyes filled with mockery and disdain. "I heard that you already knew about Huo Yunzhan impersonating me."
"Yet you still go to great lengths to cover for him?"
Old Madam Huo's face turned deathly pale in an instant!
Huo Yunting's voice, like a ghostly whisper, continued to ring in her ear:
"Even," a cruel smile curved his lips, "after learning that he had slept with my wife, you didn't feel the slightest bit of blame?"
“Oh, right,” he said as if suddenly remembering something, “didn’t my personal bodyguard, Nan Zhu, also escape death and go back to look for you?”
"Hasn't he already told you how Huo Yunzhan set up an ambush on the battlefield, personally killed me, and how he impersonated me and stole my title?"
“He even,” Huo Yunting’s eyes were now filled with coldness and indifference, “personally presented you with the blood-written evidence that was enough to put Huo Yunzhan to death.”
"But what about you, Mother?"
His voice suddenly turned stern, filled with a deadly sense of oppression!
"Didn't you still personally burn that evidence to ashes, as if nothing had ever happened?"
Shen Qingci sat in a carriage not far away, watching the scene before her quietly through the gap in the curtain, and couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.
interesting.
That so-called "Nanzhu" was clearly a pawn she had orchestrated to stir up trouble within the Huo family. And that so-called blood-written note was a carefully crafted fabrication.
But now, Huo Yunting has effortlessly turned the scheme she set up into a weapon in his own hands, using it with righteous indignation to accuse Old Madam Huo of favoritism and cold-heartedness.
This man...
A complex and indescribable emotion flashed in Shen Qingci's eyes.
Huo Yunting's cunning and ruthlessness are truly unfathomable. Compared to his twin brother, who only knows how to resort to underhanded schemes, he is worlds apart.
Not far away, Huo Yunting was still pressing closer.
"Back then," his voice was icy and chilling, filled with endless mockery, "you went so far as to burn the 'evidence' to protect Huo Yunzhan, covering up his heinous crime of murdering his brother and seizing his title. Now that he's dead, you come to me to put on this show of maternal love?"
Do you really think I know nothing and care about nothing?
Old Madam Huo was already ashen-faced and swaying precariously, yet she still clung desperately to the last straw, trying her best to defend herself!
"Mother... Mother did it all for the Huo family!" Tears streamed down her face, her voice filled with endless grievance and helplessness. "Back then, you... you were already 'dead'! That rebellious son had committed a heinous crime, but... but he was still alive! He was the Huo family's only hope!"
"If I don't help him cover it up, am I just going to stand by and watch the Huo family be destroyed?!"
"I...I had no choice! Both my son and daughter are my flesh and blood, what can I, my mother, do?!"
Upon hearing this, Huo Yunting scoffed, his laughter filled with coldness and disdain.
“So,” he looked at her, his gaze as if he were looking at something completely unfamiliar and repulsive, “in Mother’s heart, neither I nor Huo Yunzhan are anything more than pawns that can be sacrificed at any time for the benefit of the Huo family.”
His gaze, like two sharp knives, pierced deeply into Madam Huo's heart!
"Back then, when you learned that I was the one who truly died, and that Huo Yunzhan had killed me with his own hands for the sake of the title, did you shed a single tear for me? Did you ever think of seeking even a shred of justice for your son who died unjustly?"
“Since there isn’t one,” his voice was cold and resolute, “then why bother pretending and trying to establish a connection with me now?”
"I have already explained everything to His Majesty."
“From this day forward,” he said, each word distinct and loud, yet his voice boomed like thunder in Old Madam Huo’s ears, “the ‘Huo’ in my name, Huo Yunting, has absolutely no connection with the ‘Huo’ in your Yongning Marquis’s mansion!”
Old Madam Huo's body trembled violently!
Her eyes widened in disbelief, her voice filled with a final struggle and resentment: "But...but you are the child I carried for ten months! You are my own son! How could you...how could you not have anything to do with the Huo family?"
The words, "You are my biological son," were like an invisible needle, piercing Huo Yunting's most hidden wound.
But that pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by a deeper chill and mockery.
Seeing that his expression changed slightly, Madam Huo thought that her maternal offensive had worked, so she quickly stepped forward and tried to take his hand, her voice full of deliberate tenderness and urgency: "Ting'er, how can there be any grudge between mother and son that lasts overnight? You... you just have some misunderstandings about your mother."
“Come on, let’s go home,” she forced a loving smile. “Let’s go home, close the door, and have a good talk. Once you understand the whole story, you…you will understand your mother’s good intentions.”
Huo Yunting simply took a step back, avoiding her outstretched hand.
That action was filled with undisguised disgust.
“Home?” He scoffed, his laughter utterly cold. “Your Majesty has already bestowed upon me a new residence.”
“The Huo family,” his voice was icy cold, “is not my home. And I will never go back.”
“If you dare to continue this harassment,” a chilling killing intent flashed in his eyes, “then don’t blame me for being impolite.”
He slowly approached her, his unfathomable eyes devoid of any familial affection, only filled with a cold, naked threat: "Although I am no longer a member of the Huo family, I still... know quite a few of the Huo family's sordid affairs."
“If all those things were revealed in detail…” A cruel smile curved his lips, “the Huo family that you care about most would probably be completely finished.”
“Perfect,” he said, his voice laced with amusement and malice, “His Majesty and His Majesty the Empress do not particularly favor the Huo family.”
"You are welcome to try and see if I dare to do it."
Old Madam Huo's body trembled violently!
Looking at her son, who was completely unfamiliar to her and filled with a chilling murderous aura, the last vestige of hope in her heart was finally shattered!
She knew that if he said it, he would do it!
Old Madam Huo felt a chill run through her body, but she could only forcefully suppress the turmoil in her heart. Her voice was filled with a final struggle: "You...you need to calm down! You're too emotional right now! You can go and find out what happened first, and then we...we can talk!"
"Mother...how could Mother harm her own child?"
Huo Yunting, however, seemed to find even a glance at her repulsive.
"roll."
He uttered only this one word coldly.
Old Madam Huo could no longer hold on. She staggered back two steps and, with the help of Granny Wang, climbed into the carriage, which was no longer as luxurious as it used to be, like a stray dog, and left in a panic.
Huo Yunting watched the carriage disappear around the street corner in silence before slowly turning around and striding away in another direction.
The palace gates were quickly restored to their usual desolation.
After watching this spectacular show, Shen Qingci slowly curved a satisfied smile onto her lips and prepared to return to her residence.
But just as her carriage turned the corner, it was suddenly stopped by a tall figure.
It's Huo Yunting.
He didn't leave; instead, he waited there.
He walked slowly to the carriage, raised his head, and his deep eyes, almost piercing through the thin curtain, landed precisely on Shen Qingci.
"Your Majesty," his voice held a hint of amusement, "was the performance... satisfactory?"
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