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Chapter 383: Don't Be a Substitute for the Twins 25



Chapter 383: Don't Be a Substitute for the Twins 25

"Our Lord knows that the two elders must have worked very hard to raise the young master for many years. These are the gifts of thanks that the Lord prepared for the two elders. Please accept them."

"The Marquis has been bedridden since the death of the eldest son. The doctor said that his main illness is heart disease, which is difficult to cure. If his wish can be fulfilled, the disease may be cured."

"You two have raised the young master for many years without regrets. You must be kind-hearted people. You can't bear to let the marquis' last wish before his death go unfulfilled, right?"

Lu Bin came to the small courtyard with many gifts, and begged very kindly, even with a hint of pity.

The Yun family's parents were both honest people, without so many twists and turns in their minds. Now that they heard that Marquis Yong'an was dying and his eldest son was no longer around, they just wanted to see their youngest son before they died, and they immediately felt pity for him.

Father Yun thought for a moment and said, "Yun Yi doesn't live with us. He only comes back to stay for a few days occasionally. When he comes back next time, I will persuade him to visit your Lord."

"As for these things, take them back. We don't need them."

Not to mention that the things Yun Yi sent to his family now were enough for them to use for ten lifetimes; even when he was in the poorest times, he would not have accepted these things.

He didn't know Yun Yi's identity when he picked him up from the river, but he still raised him.

Collecting these things now, it seems as if the couple knew Yun Yi’s identity and raised him for so many years.

"No, no, no, you two elders must accept these things. This is a gift from our Lord. If you don't accept it, we will have a hard time reporting back, and the Lord will definitely beat and scold us."

Lu Bin understood the kind nature of the two elderly people and said this.

"If he beats and scolds you, what does it have to do with us?" Without waiting for the two old men to speak, Yun Yi's voice came from the gate.

In recent years, because of mining, outsiders often come and go in the village, and some people from the village also go to work in the mines.

Someone came to the Yun family today, but the villagers didn’t care at first, after all, Yun Yi often sent people to deliver things back.

But someone passing by heard Lu Bin's words unconsciously and realized that they were not sent by Yun Yi to deliver things, and they were even from Yun Yi's biological parents' side.

Word of mouth spread, and by the time Yun Yi got the news and rushed back, there were already many people outside the yard watching the fun.

Hearing Yun Yi's voice, he consciously made way for him.

"Little...young master."

Facing Yun Yi's cold eyes, Lu Bin unconsciously felt a little timid.

"Get out of here with your people and things, and don't wait for me to do it myself."

His voice was cold and without any warmth, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but that smile did not reach his eyes. He had an aura of majesty without even being angry, which made Lu Bin flinch.

"Young Master, the Marquis really just wants to see you before he dies." Lu Bin said courageously.

If he couldn't bring Yun Yi back, he would not be able to survive after returning to the Marquis' Mansion.

Therefore, no matter how scared he was, Lu Bin could only speak up, while at the same time looking at Yun's father and mother with a pleading look.

Mr. Yun and Mrs. Yun have always been kind-hearted, otherwise they would not have rescued the three-year-old original owner from the river and raised him as their own son.

Seeing that they were a little soft-hearted at this moment, Yun Yi didn't wait for them to speak and said directly: "I will go with you. Take all your things with you and don't dirty my house."

It is said that 'a dying man's words are often good', but Yun Yi did not believe that Marquis Yong'an would change his temperament before his death.

Who knows if those things have been tampered with?

It's not worth it to try to gain a small advantage and suffer a big loss.

"Mom and Dad, I'll be back soon." Yun Yi looked at his parents and said, "Don't worry about me at home. I can protect myself."

"Go ahead, you don't have to worry about us."

They have seen how Yun Yi has treated them over the years.

On a daily basis, he treated them just like his biological parents, so they were not worried that he would no longer recognize them as his adoptive parents after he reunited with his biological father.

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"Young Master, please."

The carriage soon arrived at the gate of Yong'an Marquis' Mansion, and Lu Bin respectfully stepped forward to help Yun Yi.

Yun Yi looked at the majestic marquisate. Originally, Wen Chang was stripped of his title after he ascended the throne, but because Lu Changming slid to his knees so smoothly, in order to show his kindness, Wen Chang continued to retain the title of Marquis of Yong'an, but it was no longer hereditary.

When Yun Yi came to the Yong'an Marquis Mansion again, the first thing he felt was a sense of depression. Although it was already the transition between autumn and winter, there was no trace of life in the courtyard.

The bare, withered trees standing there, not knowing whether they are dead or alive, only adds to the sense of death and depression.

"Young Master, the Marquis is inside." Lu Bin pushed open the bedroom door, and the bitter smell of medicine immediately hit him in the face.

"Cough...cough..."

Before Yun Yi walked in, a violent coughing sound was heard.

"You came."

His voice sounded old. Marquis Yong'an looked much older than before after not seeing him for a few years, and his spirit was also listless. It was obvious that he had been worried about a lot of things in the past two years.

"Lu Changming, it was you and His Majesty who conspired to send him here to deceive us, right?" Marquis Yong'an raised his eyelids and looked at Yun Yi and asked.

Yun Yi crossed his arms across his chest, just looked at him without saying anything.

After Wen Chang ascended the throne, Lu Changming was given an important position. It seemed that the Lu family was about to achieve greater glory again, but no one knew that Lu Changming was originally sent by Wen Chang.

The Lu family's marquisate was stripped, so they naturally didn't have to hide it as before when facing the Marquis of Yong'an. It was normal for him to discover it.

"How has the Lu family wronged you? How dare you harm us like this?" Marquis Yong'an was filled with anger and asked repeatedly.

He asked himself if he had ever done anything to let Yun Yi down, and he also promised to announce his identity as the young master of the Yong'an Marquisate after Lu Changze returned. What else was there to be dissatisfied with?

Do they have to join forces with Wen Chang and plot against the family fortune accumulated by the Lu family over decades?

"Don't disturb my family anymore. Die in peace. His Majesty will give you a grand funeral." Yun Yi was too lazy to argue with him. He stepped forward and placed a porcelain bottle in front of him.

The porcelain bottle was snow-white all over and had a cork on it, so it was impossible to see what was inside, but Marquis Yong'an knew that it would definitely take his life.

"You... you actually dared to kill your father. Aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"

Yun Yi chuckled, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"I really want to recognize you. You are my son, and I love you..." Seeing that Yun Yi was unmoved, Marquis Yong'an started to play the emotional card again.

"Don't talk so high-soundingly. If I hadn't been favored by His Majesty, would you have recognized me?"

"You and I only recognized each other to maintain the glory of the Lu family. We have never had any father-son relationship."


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