At this moment, a green shadow suddenly pounced over.
Liao Lingxi almost half-dragged and half-hugged Sang Wenyin from the ground into his arms, using his thin back to block her and Yao, like an eagle protecting its chicks.
"Madam, please calm down!" Liao Lingxi's voice was filled with fear and grief, but his eyes were fixed on Yao. "Go ahead and hit the student! All the blame lies with the student! Please don't hurt her anymore! She's pregnant! The young lady is just too stubborn..."
His words were openly to ward off blame, but secretly he was confirming the fact that Sang Wenyin was pregnant in front of everyone.
The crowd was in an uproar again!
Mother slaps daughter in public! Her lover steps in to protect her!
This drama is so exciting!
"Enough!" A roar like thunder suddenly exploded, suppressing all the noise.
Sang Chengze, who had been holding back, finally took action.
His face was ashen as he took a few steps to the front of the stairs. His wide sleeves blew in the biting cold wind as he looked down at the man and woman hugging each other on the ground. His eyes were icy cold, without a trace of fatherly emotion, only overwhelming hatred and determination.
He slowly raised his fingers, his fingertips trembling violently, not with grief, but with anger.
"Ridiculous! Listen carefully, fellow villagers!" He looked around, his eyes as sharp as a knife cutting through the faces of every onlooker.
"This girl is not Sang Wenyin, the legitimate daughter of my Sang family!"
Deathly silence suddenly fell.
Everyone's breath seemed to be strangled. Sang Wenyin raised her head suddenly, her pupils constricted, and Liao Lingxi froze instantly.
Sang Chengze's voice was flat. "Unfortunately for our Sang family, our eldest daughter, Sang Wenyin, died of a sudden illness in the ancestral hall a month ago. This is known to everyone in the family and the neighbors! Even the nobles in the capital can testify to this! His Majesty has also issued an edict to provide relief! This girl—"
He pointed his finger at Sang Wenyin again: "It's just the crazy maid from that day - Cui Yan!"
"Cui Yan?" These two words rolled over the crowd like thunder.
Some people remembered that when the Yao family got married that day, there were indeed dowry maids who got into the sedan chair.
Looking at the woman on the ground, although she looked disheveled, her clothes were not like those of an ordinary maid.
"It was only because the people in the mansion took pity on her for serving the master that day that they refused to let her die for him. They simply drove her out of the mansion and sent her back home." Sang Chengze's voice was eerily steady, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him. "Unexpectedly, this maidservant became mentally disturbed by the sudden death of the master! She even dared to try to get involved in the Sang family! She even colluded with outsiders to smear our Sang family's reputation in the street! She ruined my deceased daughter's reputation after death!"
Liao Lingxi only felt a chill running from his tailbone to the top of his head.
This old man! How could he be so cruel!
"These two are in cahoots with evil intentions! They slandered the deceased in public and misled the public. This is truly a heinous crime!" Sang Chengze's voice suddenly rose, carrying with it unquestionable authority and deep hatred. "Doorman!"
"I'm...I'm here!" The doorman, who was so scared that his legs were weak, crawled out.
"Hurry and kick these two swindlers out of the Sang Mansion! If they dare approach the gate again, tie them up and send them to Jingzhao Prefecture! They will be severely punished for defiling people's reputations and trespassing on the official residence! No mercy will be shown!"
When her husband called out the word "Cui Yan", the last bit of strength in Yao's body seemed to be drained away. She took a step back softly and was supported by the maid behind her.
The daughter's identity was completely erased by her husband... It's all over...
She looked at her daughter, who was being embraced by her lover at the bottom of the stairs, looking at her daughter with disbelief, almost pleading, desperate eyes—the daughter she had carried for ten months and raised with great care and wealth...
Yao's heart felt like it was being pierced by countless needles, the excruciating pain nearly suffocating her. However, Sang Chengze's cold, warning gaze was like a thorn in her back, and the overwhelming fear ultimately triumphed over the pain of her own flesh and blood.
She didn't look at her daughter again. She seemed to want to say something, but only two wheezing sounds came out of her throat. She tremblingly took out an ingot of about ten taels of official silver from her sleeve - this was her last bit of instinctive compassion as a mother, but it was also filled with a final trace of despair to clear herself.
There was a soft "bang" sound.
She threw the silver ingot, which was dazzlingly white in the sunlight, onto the bluestone ground in front of Sang Wenyin without even looking at it. It jumped twice, rolled a few steps away, and stopped in a puddle of mud.
"Someone! Help the lady back! Close the door!" Sang Chengze gave the final order, dragging Yao into the door almost without mercy.
Sang Wenyin's eyes were fixed on the silver ingot that her mother had dropped on the ground. She looked up suddenly and saw her mother being coldly dragged away from her by her father, leaving her with only a staggering back.
Her mother didn't even look at her, and even threw away the little silver ingot she gave as alms, as if she were sending away a beggar!
"Mom!" Sang Wenyin suddenly burst into a heart-wrenching cry.
She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she pushed Liao Lingxi away and rushed towards the heavy door that was about to close with her hands and feet, holding on to the increasingly narrow gap in the door with both hands!
"Mother! It's me! I'm Yin'er! Your Yin'er! Look at me! Don't leave me! Mother--!!" The nails scratched the vermilion lacquered door, making sharp sounds, and the desperate cries that were so severe that they could not be heard reached the sky.
Yao was almost fallen by her husband's drag, her arm was in great pain, and her daughter's desperate cries behind her were like countless blunt knives cutting her heart.
But she didn't even dare to look back or make a sound.
She finally closed her eyes tightly, letting two lines of turbid tears slide down her cheeks. She suddenly exerted force and tugged back the corner of her clothes that her daughter was holding tightly.
"Sizzle—"
There was a slight sound of cloth tearing, and all that was left in Sang Wenyin's hand was a piece of her mother's skirt.
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