"It's okay if you lose it. You can stay here for now, search your pockets carefully, and bring it back to us tomorrow."
Marquis Changxing smiled kindly, showing no sign of his inner doubt about his son's private parts when he said this.
Lady Changxing was willing to save face for her son, so she didn't say anything, but instead asked Chuanrui to step forward. Her lost son had a peach blossom birthmark on his right forearm.
Chuanrui's sleeve was rolled up, revealing a peach blossom birthmark on his forearm. Lady Changxing sighed and looked at Chuanrui with a warmer gaze. However, the warmth froze on her face the next second.
[Didn't the old lady look down on my father? Why does she seem so sentimental now? Will mother and son be moved to tears later? After all, it's rare for them to reunite after being separated for over thirty years. But I've eaten too many pastries, and they're too dry to shed tears. Should I secretly dab some tea on my eyes when no one's looking?]
Chuanwen's gaze fell on the teacup beside her, which she had already finished, and she thought to herself, "[Isn't there unlimited refills? Or should I steal my brother's?]"
Chuanwu whistled, looked up at the roof, and subtly pushed his teacup towards his sister with his elbow, making it easier for her to steal it.
Chuanwen was overjoyed and quietly switched his cup with Chuanwu's. He didn't forget to steal a glance at his brother. Good, he didn't notice.
Xu Yan rolled her eyes at the sky. Did she eat too many pastries to have no tears? Besides, her daughter had already drunk tea. And wouldn't it be bad to be discovered doing this under someone's nose?
Marquis Changxing: ...I feel offended
Lady Changxing: ...These tears aren't necessarily unavoidable.
Xu Yan, who had already picked up the teacup beside her, thought: "Huh, why am I picking up a teacup? I'm so thirsty, how about... I smear some tea on it like my daughter? I hope she won't notice?"
Lady Changxing glanced at Chuanrui, whose gaze had also fallen on the teacup beside her. His eyes were sparkling, clearly showing that he was also interested in Chuanwen's idea.
Lady Changxing's sorrow vanished instantly. She coughed awkwardly twice, released Chuanrui's hand, and wearily recounted the events leading up to Chuanrui's loss.
"Thirty-five years ago, when I was still in my postpartum period, an epidemic broke out in the capital. Some of the servants in my household were also infected. The Marquis caught a cold at the time, and everyone was afraid that it was the epidemic, so they isolated him. The mansion was in complete chaos, and a wicked servant took advantage of the situation and stole my son, who was less than a month old."
It's pitiful that she lost her son while in confinement after childbirth, and at the same time, she had to worry that her husband might abandon her at any moment. At this point, Lady Changxing shed a few tears.
Xu Yan, being a woman herself, also sighed with emotion. Women's emotions are very sensitive after childbirth. When she had two children, her husband was always there for her, but she still suspected that he was having an affair. After going through such a huge change, sigh, being the wife of a wealthy family is not easy.
"That scoundrel never returned, and both the home and the capital were in chaos. We didn't have enough manpower, so we had to send out a small group of people to search for him. We didn't know where he had hidden, and we couldn't find him no matter what we did. Later, when things stabilized at home and in the capital, we had long since lost any trace of that scoundrel."
Even now, when the topic of that wicked servant came up, Lady Changxing still felt resentful. She was a kind-hearted woman who never made things difficult for servants, and she had never offended that wicked servant, so why did he have to be so heartless as to take her child away!
[She was heartbroken over her son and worried about her husband while in confinement after childbirth, which is why she disliked him, believing he was just there to collect a debt. So after the Marquis of Changxing died, she was easily swayed by a few words and came to believe that this son was an ill omen, always causing trouble for the Marquis of Changxing; last time he almost contracted the plague, and this time he died instantly.]
Contrary to expectations, the mother and son did not embrace and weep. Chuanwen no longer needed to secretly smear tea into his eyes; the entire cup of tea went into her mouth as she listened to the Lady of Changxing tell stories while simultaneously making sarcastic remarks.
Lady Changxing was stunned. She had indeed thought about it, but after all, it was a child she had carried for ten months and given birth to herself. How could she resent it?
But if her husband really dies tonight, will she really mistreat the child she found again, just like this girl said?
She doesn't deny that if her husband really died tonight, she would resent her son. After all, although her husband was old, he had always been in good health. How could something happen as soon as her son came back?
Moreover, although she was injured and could not have children again, she adopted the child of a concubine in the mansion and raised it by her side. Now she is surrounded by children and grandchildren and enjoys the happiness of family life. She does not want someone to suddenly appear and disrupt their lives.
An awkward silence fell over the living room. Suddenly, Marquis Changxing spoke up, "Your name is Chuanwen, right?"
【Um? 】
Chuanwen lifted her head from under her teacup, looked at her father, then at her mother, and then at her brother. The three of them were just as confused as she was. How did the conversation suddenly turn to her daughter and his sister?
Chuanwen nodded, trying his best to appear dull, but in his heart he was already itching to perform: "[My turn, my turn! Let me think how the book described my first arrival at the Marquis's mansion? Timid and hesitant... stealing glances... exuding the petty air of a peasant... his eyes were filled with greed as he stared at the clothes and headdresses of the Marquis and his wife...]"
Hesitant and timid... okay, that means keeping your head down.
Peeking at people... Luckily, my cataracts haven't been cured yet. I stick my butt out, puff out my chest, and roll my eyes.
Petty... Feet together, toes touching, heels apart, legs bent, pigeon-toed, all ready.
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