Ji Xinhe directly pushed the door open: "I know, I’ll go right away."
Even if she resisted now, this was everything that should have belonged to Ji Xinhe. Since she had taken someone else’s body, it was only right for her to take back everything that belonged to her!
A horse carriage from Le Yuanhou Mansion was waiting outside the door, grand and imposing. The young servant driving the carriage was even more respectful: "Miss Ji, please."
Ji Xinhe was about to step up, but Mu Houchu suddenly grabbed her wrist.
He didn’t return last night and spent the whole night sitting in the courtyard, thinking about the same problems as Ji Xinhe. If Ji Xinhe’s background was truly connected to Le Yuanhou Mansion, what impact would it have on their future?
"What’s wrong?" Ji Xinhe asked, puzzled.
Mu Houchu held her wrist, not knowing what to say at this moment. He wanted to be selfish and say ’don’t go’, but he couldn’t bear to let her not recognize her own family.
Mu Houchu looked somewhat serious as he licked his lips and finally spoke: "Xinhe, don’t you remember what I told you before?"
"What?"
"I will agree to everything you ask, except for leaving me." Mu Houchu looked at her deeply, his usually cold eyes filled with her.
She knew this remark. He had spoken with her last time, his eyes cold, arrogant, and domineering. But this time when he said it, there was a touch of unclear loneliness.
Just as Ji Xinhe was still stunned, he had already let go of her hand: "Go."
It was only then that Ji Xinhe nodded, turned and got into the carriage, a mix of emotions swirling inside of her.
As he watched the Le Yuanhou Mansion carriage gradually leave, Mu Houchu’s face became colder bit by bit. Ling Feng, who was standing nearby, had a bad feeling.
Mu Houchu’s face was somewhat gloomy: "What exactly is the marriage contract between the Duan Family and Le Yuanhou Mansion?"
Ling Feng shivered and said awkwardly, "I... I never really looked into that, Master. You never seemed interested in the marriage contract between the Duan Family and Le Yuanhou Mansion."
Mu Houchu looked at him coldly: "Well, go find out now!"
Ling Feng hastily replied, "Yes."
Then he ran off quickly.
It didn’t take long for him to return.
Mu Houchu was waiting in Ji Xinhe’s room. As soon as Ling Feng came back, he quickly reported: "I had our spies in Le Yuanhou Mansion investigate the events that happened more than ten years ago in the mansion. It turns out that the former Lady Hou, Lady Wu, and Madam Duan are actually sisters from the same mother. They had a very good relationship. When they both got married, one went to the capital to marry into the Duan Family, and the other went to the border. The sisters were very reluctant to part, so they arranged a childhood betrothal for their children, exchanged tokens, and that’s how the marriage was set." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
A hint of gloom spread across Mu Houchu’s face.
Ling Feng’s leg shivered as he continued, "Initially, when Lady Wu died, this marriage could have been forgotten, but Madam Duan remembered their old relationship and insisted on keeping the marriage contract. That is, until a few days ago..."
Pausing for a moment, Ling Feng said, "The Emperor personally granted the marriage..."
Mu Houchu’s face could no longer be described as gloomy; it radiated an intense murderous aura. He sneered coldly, "Is that so?"
Ling Feng chuckled awkwardly: "Yes..."
This was the so-called, the best-laid plans often go awry.
After all the efforts made, who would have known that after a big circle, the situation has come back to square one!
"Get out!" Mu Houchu’s gloomy face barely moved his lips to spit out the word.
Ling Feng couldn’t have asked for anything more, as he felt that if he stayed any longer, he might be in mortal danger.
"Yes!"
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Le Yuanhou Mansion.
As Ji Xinhe entered the mansion, she could feel a strange atmosphere. It seemed that 80% of the people in the mansion already knew something, and at this moment, their gazes at her were mixed with complexity.
The young servant boy did not lead her to the front hall this time but headed straight for the backyard.
He stopped in front of a doorway with a plaque that read "Minghui Hall."
The young servant said, "Miss Ji, please come in. Our Lord Marquis is waiting."
Ji Xinhe nodded slightly, glanced at the plaque, and stepped in.
The hall was obviously the inner hall, with less grandeur but more warmth in its decor. Inside the hall, the Lord Marquis was already waiting. Seeing her enter and looking at the face that was three parts similar to his wife’s, the Lord Marquis’s eyes, which had been slightly better just now, reddened again.
For a moment, he didn’t know what to say and became uneasy.
"Sit, sit down." The Lord Marquis suppressed his emotions.
Ji Xinhe bowed and then nodded and sat down.
Little maids brought tea up to them.
The Lord Marquis looked at her, his eyes red: "Last time you came, you mentioned that you were from Lian’an Town. Is that true?"
Ji Xinhe nodded: "Yes."
"I heard that your mother left you a handkerchief. Could you show it to me?" The Lord Marquis choked back a sob, his eyes full of expectation.
Ji Xinhe had long known everything and naturally did not hide anything from him. She took out the handkerchief: "This is what my mother left me back then."
Lord Marquis looked at the handkerchief, and instantly old tears flowed: "Yes, yes, it’s this handkerchief. It was... it was your mother’s favorite thing in her life."
Ji Xinhe sat calmly, not surprised or puzzled by his casual mention of "your mother."
Only then did Lord Marquis speak seriously: "Do you know that you bear a striking resemblance to my late wife? The first time I saw you, I felt a sense of familiarity. It wasn’t until today that I saw this handkerchief... I realized that you..."
There was no need for him to finish the sentence, as Ji Xinhe already understood. She had long known this outcome, but at this moment, hearing Le Yuanhou say it himself stirred waves in her calm heart.
It wasn’t until an elegantly dressed old lady staggered in and held Ji Xinhe tightly in her arms, "My poor child, how much you must have suffered!"
If she wasn’t mistaken, this old lady must be the old lady of the Hou Mansion.
Lord Marquis quickly said, "Don’t scare the child."
However, the old lady refused to listen and continued to cry: "Why can’t I hug my good grandson? For sixteen years, I’ve been doting on the wrong person!"
Lord Marquis also looked at Ji Xinhe with regret: "It’s all my fault, child. You’ve suffered."
In her previous life, Ji Xinhe had never had any relatives and was somewhat slow and inexperienced in matters of affection. Even with her big brother and Xiao Bei, it took time for her to develop a deep bond. Now, facing such sudden warmth from her "relatives," she felt somewhat at a loss.
The old lady wiped her tears and patted Ji Xinhe’s head: "Good child, from now on you’ll come back home, and no one will dare to bully you easily!"
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