At this moment, he began to panic. He was well aware that everything he had today, his arrogance, his disregard for others' opinions, and his carefree attitude were all because he was the eldest son of the He family.
No matter how much he loathed this identity or hated everything about it outside, he was enjoying everything that this identity brought him.
But what if he's suddenly told that it's all fake?
Looking at her son, Mrs. He was filled with grief, but in the end she closed her eyes and told him the truth.
"I'm sorry, what they said is true. You are not my son. You are my sister's child."
You should call me Auntie. At that time, I was pregnant, but I didn't know if I was having a boy or a girl.
Everyone says that if it's not a son, your father will have to take a concubine.
I am such a proud person, how could I possibly tolerate this?
I absolutely cannot tolerate your father's slightest betrayal of me, let alone taking a concubine.
My sister came up with a solution: she would give me her newborn son. I even went out to burn incense for this.
They produced their goods in thatched huts at the foot of the mountain to avoid suspicion.
Your mother handed you to me and said she would do anything for me, her older sister, even if it meant being separated from her son.
My child was put in the water and carried away by the current.
They told me that if I kept the child around, he would be discovered sooner or later.
Only by letting her leave can we prevent future troubles. I agreed.
At that time, I couldn't care about anything else; all I remembered was that I couldn't let your father take a concubine, and I could only feel sorry for my daughter.
For a long time afterward, I had nightmares where my daughter disappeared.
I dreamt that my daughter was gone, and I was in great pain.
Later, I seemed to get used to slowly forgetting about it, as if I really had given birth to a son, and no one ever mentioned it to me again.
Madam He's words plunged him into despair, from which he could never rise again. He could no longer deceive himself, and he watched all of this with great pain.
It turns out that everything he once hated and wanted to get rid of was not his at all.
Now he is afraid of actually losing all of this.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it!" He ran out as fast as he could!
Master He instructed the servants to take Mo Yan to rest, saying, "You should quickly take Miss Mo Yan to rest at Tingmei Pavilion."
That was another large courtyard, where the old lady used to live.
"yes!"
Mr. He looked at his daughter and smiled. "Daughter, see you later. Go and rest first. We can talk about business tomorrow. Please."
"Okay, that just so happens I want to go back to my old home for a visit."
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