Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Han Qiao hit Zhao Huan so hard that she almost fainted.
She hugged her stomach tightly, âMarchioness, donât hit me. Letâs talk things out. Iâm pregnant, please.â
Han Qiao was a little surprised that Zhao Huan was pregnant.
The Yun family members widened their eyes instantly.
Especially Old Master Yun and his two daughters-in-law, they all looked at Zhao Huan like knives.
Han Qiao wasnât stupid and quickly understood.
They had been used by Zhao Huan.
In other words, Zhao Huan had used He Cheng to force her to come to the Yun family and expose her pregnancy.
âZhao Huan, your viciousness has refreshed my understanding. You can fight for what you want. But why do you have to involve Chengâer?â
âYes, you gave birth to him, but donât forget that you were abandoned by He Hong. Chengâer has nothing to do with this.â
âEven if you want to take Chengâer away, only He Hong can come to do that himself.â
âYouâre vicious! You even have the heart to kill your own son.â
Zhao Huan shook her head in the face of the interrogation, âIt wasnât me. I didnât do it. Marchioness, you must investigate this matter thoroughly and prove my innocence!â
The servant girl that Han Qiao had brought along was the servant girl of the young Master Yunâs wife. There was also a servant girl of Master Yunâs concubine who stood out and pointed out that she had seen with her own eyes that the servant girl of Young Master Yunâs wife had sneaked out.
The servant girl was so timid that she quickly knelt to confess, âNo, it wasnât this servant. It was Eldest Young Mistress who asked this servant to do this.â So what if He Cheng was Zhao Huanâs son?
He was the Second Young Master of the Marquisdom, so the Yun Family had to give the Marquisdom an explanation.
As an outsider, Han Qiao saw He Chengâs nervousness and concern more clearly than anyone else after the incident.
This was a set-up.
And the only one who would benefit from this incident was Zhao Huan.
âOld Master Yun, this is your familyâs matter. I hope you can give me a reasonable explanation later.â
Han Qiao came and left quickly with Heng Yi.
As for He Cheng, they couldnât bring him to Sanzhou Town for the time being. Zhao Huan had gotten what she wanted, but her son, He Cheng, had lost a lot. Growing up with his adoptive parents was no different from growing up with his brothers, sister-in-law, or sisters.
However, Heng Yi was going to Sanzhou Town to do something big. In the future, more or less, the people in the army would love and respect the children who had grown up with them.
All of this was ruined by Zhao Huan.
âSelfish and vicious are not enough to describe Zhao Huan.â
Heng Yi held Han Qiaoâs hand, âAre you really not bringing Chengâer?â
âIâm afraid that he wonât be able to take it on the road. Heâs so sickâ¦â Han Qiao sighed softly. âIf only we could find He Hong. No matter how much we love him, itâs not as good as having a biological fatherâs love.â
âWhat Iâm worried about now is that He Hong has a new person in his life and has a childâ¦â
âThe most pitiful one is still Chengâer.â
âHis father doesnât love him, and his mother doesnât love him.â
He had been thrown into the Heng family just like that. Even though she had put in a lot of effort, compared to her parentsâ¦
Zhao Huan was not worth mentioning.
She and Heng Yi were better than He Hong, who would just let go of her from his life.
Heng Yi was cold and biased towards Yao, but he treated He Cheng well.
âLetâs not talk about this anymore. The more we talk, the angrier we get.â When they returned to the marquisâs manor, He Cheng was already asleep. Doctor Miao said that the child still needed to rest for a while. The poison might not be fatal to adults, but to such a young child, it could be terrifying. A typhoid fever could kill a child, let alone poison.
Han Qiao called over Li Mi, Sun Xiu, and Sun Yi, telling them to be ruthless and to reward and punish clearly.
Too much kindness would not do.
These few old maids and servant girls who served He Cheng, at first, thought that Han Qiao would not do anything to them if they stared at her and scolded her son.
The more Han Qiao thought about it, the more hateful she felt.
âMother, this is my fault. Blame me for not managing the house well.â Li Mi blamed herself..