After crossing, I was forced to hold on to my thighs and build a kingdom

Chapter 142 Suspected Son

The setting sun melts gold, the evening clouds merge into one

Jingchuan Marquis Zhao Wenyan, who was walking with big strides, was covered in the sunset glow. He saw his own carriage standing quietly outside the palace gate from afar.

When the coachman, Zhao Cun, saw his own master coming out, he hurried forward to greet him, but the master first asked in a low voice, "Is everything going well in the mansion during the two months I was away? How is the madam?"

"Everything is fine in the mansion. Madam knew you were coming back today, so she sent me here to wait for you."

Marquis Jingchuan nodded slightly.

Zhao Cun quickly opened the curtain and helped the Marquis in. After he sat down, the carriage slowly moved towards the Jingchuan Marquis Mansion in Yulan Hutong.

Zhao Wenyan poured himself a cup of tea, slowly relaxed his body, and drank the tea slowly.

Two months ago, he was ordered to temporarily take up the post of Inspector of the Southeast Road and went to the southeast to inspect the people's conditions.

After returning to Beijing without stopping, he went straight to the palace to meet the emperor without even going home. He reported all the court affairs in detail and then hurried out of the palace.

It was not until he sat in his own carriage that he got a moment to rest after being tired for several days.

Thinking of his wife who had always been indifferent to him, and who suddenly wrote him a letter saying nothing but vague words urging him to come back quickly, Marquis Jingchuan couldn't help but frown again.

When he arrived at the mansion, Marquis Jingchuan didn't even bother to wash off the dust on his body, and walked straight towards his wife's Yixinyuan.

When Lady Qin Suxin saw her husband, who looked thinner after not seeing him for two months, she did not show any concern and simply sent the servants away.

When the two of them were the only ones left in the room, Madam Hou said calmly, "A few days ago, it was my mother's birthday, and I went back to her family's home. At that birthday party, I met a close friend of Qilang."

Having said this, the Marquis's wife paused for a moment, and her voice trembled slightly.

This tiny change was noticed by Jingchuan Hou who was observing his wife carefully. His heart tightened and he stepped forward to hold his wife's shoulders, comforting her in a gentle voice: "Suxin, don't worry, just speak slowly."

The Marquis's wife calmed down and spoke slowly again, "I don't know why, but the moment I saw that child, I felt such an unbearable pain in my heart. Later, my mother told me that the child looked about 70% like your late grandfather."

With a "boom" sound, Jingchuan Hou, who was usually calm, heard his own heartbeat as fast as a drum.

"That child is eighteen or nineteen years old this year. He's the eldest son of a farmer's family in Lincheng. Although his background is relatively ordinary, he's extremely ambitious. I heard from Qilang that the child is this year's top scorer..."

The Marquis's wife's voice was still ringing in his ears, but Zhao Wenyan could no longer hear the rest of the words.

A scene that had been hidden for more than ten years suddenly appeared before my eyes.

They were childhood sweethearts and a loving couple. In the second year of their marriage, Suxin gave birth to a son for him.

That’s his eldest son!

The child's eyes and eyebrows were 70% similar to his grandfather who had passed away many years ago but was still famous. Therefore, from the moment he was born, he was loved by everyone in the family, from his great-grandmother to his grandparents.

The adorable little girl smiles whenever she sees anyone. She could already take her first steps when she was less than one year old. Every day, she calls her parents softly in her tender childish voice.

As the child grew older, his intelligence gradually became apparent. Everyone in the family said that the child not only looked like his great-grandfather, but also had the same intelligence as his great-grandfather.

Some people privately said that his brilliant grandfather was so reluctant to leave his family that he reincarnated into his grandson's wife's belly.

Because of this somewhat mysterious statement, little Qing'er became the old lady's great-grandmother's darling. She had to see him every morning and evening to express her longing for her late husband.

For Qing'er, Su Xin even ignored the criticisms of outsiders and the deformation of her body and insisted on breastfeeding her son.

When he was one year old, Qing Ge'er held a pen in his left hand and a seal in his right hand. No matter how many colorful things and delicious foods were in front of him, he was so stubborn that he refused to let go. The elders were so happy that they called him "darling brother" for a long time.

All the relatives praised his family for producing another scholar who could be as successful as his great-grandfather in the imperial examination in the future!

As a father, he felt that the most valuable thing about this child was that he was able to be focused, determined in his goals, and not be tempted by external things at such a young age.

With such character, as long as he is properly guided, he will definitely be good in the future. In the future, handing over the Jingchuan Marquis's vast family business to such an heir will be enough to ensure peace of mind for another thirty or forty years.

At that time, he would always go to see his eldest son after his shift. Every time he held the child's small body and looked into his eyes as clear as obsidian, he would always feel a sense of satisfaction: "With a son like this, what else could I ask for?"

Unfortunately, happy days are too short and pass by in the blink of an eye like a gust of wind.

A few days after Qing'er turned one year old, that incident happened. Under such circumstances, he could only cruelly leave his own flesh and blood as bait and seek a chance of survival with his cousin, who was not yet a royal concubine at the time, and the third prince.

Later, he really escaped from the predicament and was rewarded and recognized by the emperor. His cousin and the third prince remembered his kindness and repeatedly rewarded the Jingchuan Marquisate. For a time, the Jingchuan Marquisate prospered and the emperor's favor grew day by day.

However, after that, he could no longer hear the babbling little child looking at him with clear eyes of trust and calling him "Daddy" softly!

Upon learning of Qing'er's disappearance, his grandmother, the old lady in the mansion, fainted. She remained bedridden for over a year and finally passed away with regret.

My parents were also lost for a long time.

The child's mother, Su Xin, beat herself madly that day, cursing, "Why wasn't it you who died? Give me back my Qing'er..."

After that, she never slept with him again, and was no longer as gentle as before. She was only thinking about looking for her son every day.

After a few years, under the repeated cries of his mother, the oppression of ethical codes, and the pressure of Marquis Jingchuan facing the lack of successors and the shame of his ancestors, the depressed and helpless Marquis finally accepted two concubines after a helpless drunken stupor.

Later, the two concubines became pregnant one after another. Five years after losing his only legitimate eldest son, he also had two illegitimate sons.

After explaining to his elders and ancestors, he never set foot in the rooms of his two concubines again.

He brought both children to his wife, wanting to give her some support.

Su Xin also accepted the children for a short time, but unfortunately, these two children were far inferior to his Qing'er in both appearance and intelligence.

The concubines of the two children would always instigate them to stay away from their stepmother.

Gradually, Su Xin's heart grew colder and colder, so she simply returned the two children to their respective aunts.

Even during the years of raising a concubine's son, his wife never gave up looking for her own child. She searched for a full eight years!

After eight years without any news, the hope in Su Xin's heart and the light in her eyes slowly faded into ashes.

So, in despair, his wife committed suicide!

If he had not had a mysterious feeling and had not broken into her house despite the obstruction and found Su Xin lying in a pool of blood, he might have lost his wife forever.

He knew in his heart that for his wife who had no one to rely on, even if he saved her this time, there would be another one soon.

So, after his wife recovered, he shamelessly lit the aphrodisiac incense and forcefully drove away the people in the yard. After a night of extreme passion, Su Xin had Huai Zhen in her heart.

Sure enough, after discovering Huai Zhen's existence, Su Xin gradually came back to life, and his wife, who had almost died, began to resume her normal life.

Even so, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken whenever she thought of her son.

So he ordered that the previous incident should not be mentioned in front of his wife again.

Nine years passed like this. Today, his wife suddenly told him that there would be a chrysanthemum viewing party at home the day after tomorrow, and asked him to pay attention to a young man named Wang Weiyuan.

Wang Weiyuan?

who are you!