Emperor Yongwu stared at the two drops of blood in the water.
Time passed minute by minute, and the two drops of blood did not merge together.
"You bastard!" Emperor Yongwu felt as if there were sheep eating green grass above his head.
He slapped the third prince to the ground. If he had known earlier, he should have executed this evil child together with the virtuous concubine.
Emperor Yongwu was furious at the thought of raising his son for another man for many years.
"Father, I know nothing. I am your son!"
The third prince knelt on the ground and kowtowed, his face pale and crying bitterly.
At this moment, all plans were thrown aside, just to keep the title of the third prince with justification.
[What a good pretense!]
[Ah! I told you to pretend!]
Mingxin clenched her little hands and hit him with a mantra.
"Father, what does it matter if we are biologically related or not?"
"When I become powerful, the surname of Dayong will no longer be An, but Ji!"
"And all of you will die!"
The third prince raised his body and suddenly became crazy.
What he said was what he really thought in his heart.
After saying this, he suddenly covered his mouth, wanting to say, "Father, it's not like that."
But what he said was: "Yes, that's it. You killed my mother, and I want to avenge her."
Emperor Yongwu was angry!
As the king of a country, life and death are just a matter of words.
"Put him in a water dungeon and torture him severely. Those who followed him were also arrested."
Eunuch Hai received the order in fear and ordered the guards to arrest the third prince and take him away.
The third prince did not struggle or resist, hoping that his father would come to save him.
After the people left, Emperor Yongwu rubbed his eyebrows and looked a little tired.
"Ali, have you known about this for a long time?" Emperor Yongwu asked.
"Uncle, I just found out about this in the past two days." An Li had never done any investigation; he just knew it from listening to his daughter's thoughts.
Emperor Yongwu waved his hand, he wanted to be quiet for a while.
After returning home, An Li felt mixed emotions and told her husband about this.
Pouring a cup of tea for his wife, Ming Wenqing said, "Before he was discovered, the Third Prince was a good person, and the Emperor also took great pains to teach him."
Then he smiled and said, "Madam, there is a piece of good news. The investigation has revealed that Ming Wenyong, when he was the Left Vice-Chief Censor, framed the previous governor of Jiangzhou."
He took out a thick stack of files from under the table.
There is more to it than just this one thing, this will become strong evidence to bring down the second wife.
An Li really didn't expect that the investigation would be completed so quickly.
"Does Xingzhou know?" An Li asked with a smile as he looked at the file.
"Don't let him know for now. It's not appropriate for this child to appear yet." Ming Wenqing had his own plans in mind.
He looks strong and rough, but he is actually very thoughtful.
He closed the file and hid it in a secret room.
The couple came out of the study and returned to the bedroom.
Mingxin had just woken up and was crawling nimbly onto the bed.
[Oh! I suddenly remembered.]
[Hehehe, Ming Yuanbo is not the son of the bad second uncle, he is the son of the Minister of Rites.]
Mingxin was chewing her fingers, she almost forgot this detail.
When the bad uncle finds out, he will be so angry that he will vomit blood.
But, she can't speak yet!
Ahhh! I can’t enjoy the show again!
Isn’t Ming Yuanbo the son of Ming Wenyong?
An Li and her husband looked at each other. This was a lot of information.
Suddenly, an idea came to his mind to alienate the second couple.
At night, the blue bird flew towards the second house of Ming Mansion with a letter in its beak.
The books and papers were placed neatly on the long table in Ming Wenyong's study.
The next morning.
Ming Wenyong, who was writing, found the paper and opened it to take a look.
"Ming Yuanbo is He Yuan's son."
Just a few short words, with two facial comparison pictures below.
Looking at the two faces above, he remembered that two years ago he almost mistook his second son's profile for He Yuan.
It turns out that he had been reminded long ago!
Suddenly, Ming Wenyong was filled with anger. After drinking two sips of wine, he went to the Minister of Rites' residence.
In just half a minute, he was beaten out by He Yuan, with bruises all over his face.
"You beast, you actually brought disaster to my Jiaojiao."
Ming Wenyong was already drunk and was lying on the ground cursing without caring about his image.
He Yuan waved his sleeves. Because of the matter between his sister and the third prince, the Shangshu Mansion was being suspected by the emperor.
Just when I was feeling unhappy, someone bumped into me.
Although this person was a relative by marriage, he was still beaten. There were many people watching at the door.
Perhaps because he was afraid of spreading some bad reputation, He Yuan asked the servants to stop kicking and beating.
He found a carriage and asked someone to take him back.
As soon as he returned home, Ming Wenyong regained consciousness.
"Bitch, how dare you betray me, Li Yujiao, come out here?" Ming Wenyong shouted loudly on the eaves.
After several months of frustration, I finally felt a breakthrough.
When I arrived at the front room, I saw Li Yujiao coming out of the room.
He immediately stepped forward, slapped her, and dragged her back to the house by her hair. "Tell me, is Ming Yuanbo my son? Are you cheating on me?"
Li Yujiao covered her face in disbelief. This was the first time her husband hit her.
When she heard what her husband said, she was shocked. How did her husband know?
Lihua said with tears in her eyes: "Husband, don't you know what kind of person Yujiao is?"
Ming Wenyong pulled her over and said, "Jiaojiao, Yuanbo and He Yuan's profiles are very similar, can you not see that?"
Because of this incident, he almost recognized the wrong person and was laughed at.
Li Yujiao lay on the ground, wiping her tears with a handkerchief, realizing that she could no longer hide it.
She cried and said, feeling very aggrieved, "Fifteen years ago on the Mid-Autumn Festival, you invited your colleagues to your home for a drink, and you all got drunk."
"Yujiao wanted to tell her husband to go to bed and rest."
“Who would have thought… Who would have thought that He Yuan would actually open his eyes and pounce on me.”
"My dear, you are sleeping so soundly, how can Yujiao push you away? Wuwuwu... I won't live anymore..."
Li Yujiao felt ashamed and cried loudly.
He stood up and bumped into the pillar in the house!
Ming Wenyong quickly grabbed Li Yujiao and held her in his arms.
"Jiaojiao, it's my husband's fault. It's all my fault for drinking too much and letting you..."
"Does your face still hurt? Hit me now! Hit me hard!"
Ming Wenyong also recalled the Mid-Autumn Festival fifteen years ago. At that time, he was wondering why Jiaojiao had red and swollen eyes and ignored him the next day.
It's all his fault!
But he still felt unhappy when he thought that the son he had loved for fifteen years was not his own.
A huge feeling of frustration surged in my heart, and my head turned green!
"Husband, wuwuwu..." Li Yujiao burst into tears, her delicate body leaning limply on Ming Wenyong's chest.
Hearing his wife crying, Ming Wenyong couldn't bear it anymore!
He must make that old guy He Yuan pay a price!
"Jiaojiao, wait a minute, I'll go find him." Ming Wenyong said, suppressing his anger at being cheated on.
Li Yujiao stood up and hurriedly shouted, "Husband, don't go!"
"If this gets out, what will happen to Yuanhong's marriage? How will people in Beijing view him?"
She clutched her handkerchief and sobbed.
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