Fortunately, this person held back, otherwise he might have lost his composure and beaten this disgusting man to death.
Qingyin thought for a moment, then closed her eyes again.
When Qingyin woke up the next morning, she saw Guo Liu looking at the young master with a worried and cautious expression:
"Young master, you're awake! Let me fetch you some water."
"Go." Qingyin waved Guo Liu away.
Guo Liu sighed as he walked out of the house. "How could the young master not be the general and his wife's biological son? I heard that the general has already gone to bring back the young master who was taken away. It is said that this young master, who was adopted by a kind person, has already passed the imperial examination despite being from a peasant family. What will the young master do when he comes back?"
Unable to leave the courtyard, Qingyin gleaned some of the truth from Guo Liu's expression.
Is this Qin Yi revealing his true identity?
Qingyin poured herself a cup of tea to moisten her throat and gently tapped the teacup. It seemed that this person was really anxious.
Outside the mansion, overnight, the story of General Qin's switcheroo of the crown prince and the real and fake princes spread like wildfire.
In every teahouse, people were enthusiastically recounting this grand drama.
Anfu, with its pavilions and towers.
"Hey, have you heard?"
"What?"
"It is said that the young master Qin Miao of General Qin's mansion is not that lady's biological son. Instead, the midwife who delivered the lady's baby had bad intentions and switched her own child with someone else's. As for the real young master, he was abandoned in the wild. Fortunately, he was lucky and was adopted by a group of kind farmers. Now he has even passed the imperial examination!"
"Really? Tsk tsk, no wonder that young master is nothing like General Qin Yi, so incredibly spoiled. Turns out he's not the general's biological son."
"As expected, like father, like son. This rat's son is no good; no wonder he's a spendthrift!"
The girl, dressed in a light blue ruqun and with her hair styled in a maid's bun, raised her eyebrows and spoke disdainfully, completely unaware that the person in front of her fell into an eerie silence after she spoke.
She was still looking down on the young master, saying, "A penniless nobody occupies the identity of a real young master..."
An angry voice reached her ears, "Miss, just get rid of these mouthless people, don't get angry over these sluts."
The familiar voice and the meaning behind the words made the maids, who had been whispering just moments before, lose their courage and collapse to the ground one by one. Among them, the tall girl who had spoken the most audaciously trembled the most.
She turned her head in a panic, and sure enough, the figure was none other than A-Yue, the young lady's personal maid.
In the woman's final look of fear, came her mistress's cold, suppressed anger: "Sell them all."
Only then did the disheartened maids, who had been dragged away, suddenly realize that the fake young master from General Qin's mansion was the person their young lady had seriously proposed to.
With those maids gone, A-Yue wanted to comfort her young mistress, "Miss, don't worry, maybe someone is deliberately framing Young Master Qin?"
An Jinghe frowned: "Impossible. This matter has escalated too quickly. It's as if someone deliberately set a trap for A Miao. This matter may be true or false, but no matter what, what I want is A Miao as a person, not this identity."
A-Yue nodded in agreement, looking at her mistress with concern: "Then, Miss, Young Master Qin Miao's identity is currently the subject of much discussion. I'm afraid he's heartbroken. You must hurry and comfort him."
“Yes, I don’t know how heartbroken A-Miao is right now,” An Jinghe said with a worried expression.
He instructed A-Yue to go see her father.
Qingyin, whom An Jinghe was thinking about, was actually not doing badly. The familiar maids and servants were still in the courtyard, and the treatment was exactly the same as before. In fact, because of the exposure of this matter, the servants were worried that their master would be sad, so they took even better care of the young master.
Aside from not being able to go out, life is pretty good.
In the main courtyard, Madam Dong, who had been stuffed with a bunch of children who weren't her biological children, was looking at Qin Yi and another boy he was pointing at in a panic.
“Arou, this is our biological child, Bai Weize. He looks very similar to my mother. That's why I started to have doubts. This man is the evidence.”
As soon as Qin Yi finished speaking, a middle-aged man with a distorted face and a sallow complexion collapsed in front of Madam Dong, kowtowing frantically. Blood splattered onto the marble floor, reflecting a few cold glints.
"Madam! Madam, I am so sorry, so sorry to the young master, so sorry to the master. My mother was the midwife who delivered your baby. She was tempted and switched my nephew with the young master..."
As the man spoke, he kept shifting his gaze. When his eyes fell on Qin Yi, who was smiling gently on the stage, he trembled and quickly turned around to kneel in front of Bai Weize, kowtowing repeatedly.
Bai Weize subconsciously felt displeasure and disgust at the scene of blood and flesh flying before his eyes, and wanted to stop it, but his eyes accidentally met those of the general's biological father. The cold light in his eyes forced him to turn his head away, and he swallowed the words he wanted to say to stop it.
Bai Weize subconsciously felt that his general father was not as kind as he appeared.
The devastated Mrs. Dong was heartbroken; she simply couldn't accept that Qin Miao wasn't her biological son.
How could she transfer the care and concern she had shown day and night for over a decade to a complete stranger without any hindrance?
For a fleeting moment, Madam Dong felt a surge of malice towards her husband, hating him for revealing the truth. If that were the case, Qin Miao was still her biological child, the one she had raised from a toddler to a beautiful child. But upon realizing the horror of her own thoughts, Madam Dong trembled again. How could she have such thoughts again? It was only right for A-Yi to find his biological child.
For a moment, the only sound in the magnificent main hall was the middle-aged man's disheveled kowtowing; after that, there was no other sound, a terrifying silence.
The stench of blood belatedly reached Madam Dong's nostrils, making her want to vomit. After what seemed like an eternity, she finally heard Madam Dong's calm yet suppressed voice: "Drag him out."
Qin Yi raised an eyebrow. He had thought his "vase wife" would break down, but to his surprise, she remained unusually calm.
Qin Yi's eyes turned cold as he turned and ordered his servants to drag the middle-aged man out.
He offered a few words of feigned comfort to her, then casually left.
Mrs. Dong quietly lowered her head and watched her familiar yet unfamiliar husband leave.
After the man left, only the unfamiliar mother and son remained in the main hall.
Bai Weize awkwardly rubbed his fingertips inside his sleeve. For a moment, he didn't know how to talk to this unfamiliar biological mother. He was already shocked that his biological father had suddenly come to his door today, and that he was a noble young master from the General's Mansion. His head was even more dizzy.
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