I'll tell you the secret and let's laugh together!

Now seeing the lotus seed porridge and hearing Ning Zhiyi's suggestive words, he immediately thought of his cousin. A chill rose in his heart, and he felt as if he was in an ice cellar.

Whenever he woke up in the middle of the night, he always dreamed of his cousin lying in the cold lake and looking at him coldly. For all these years, he never dared to turn off the lights and rest.

Warmth, he needs warmth!

"Aunt, where is Aunt?"

"Duke, what's wrong with you?" A woman with almost completely white hair and a face older than Duke Dingguo's old lady walked over quickly. This woman was Duke Dingguo's second aunt, Qiu.

She is three years younger than the old lady of Duke Dingguo, but she looks more than ten years older than her. Her head full of white hair and face full of wrinkles all show that her life is not going well.

What surprised everyone was that Duke Dingguo was very dependent on her. He bent down like a child and let Qiu stroke his head.

"Aunt, I'm so cold and I feel uncomfortable. I don't want to socialize anymore. Many people look down on me. I know that."

Qiu's voice was gentle, but there was no expression on his face. He said:

"If you are cold, put on more clothes. If you feel uncomfortable, go back to your room and rest. Do whatever you want to do. You are a dignified Duke with a high status. You don't need to pay attention to those who make you uncomfortable."

"If someone hits you, scolds you, or insults you, what does it matter? You are of noble status, so why bother with them? Just give in. If you feel uncomfortable, think about it more before you go to sleep at night, and you will be fine after you think it over."

Ning Zhiyi opened her mouth wide. What she couldn't believe was that Duke Dingguo actually nodded in conviction. "Aunt is right. Just take a step back. If you take a step back, the world will be broader. At worst, I can find a few more beauties to entertain myself."

Disgust appeared on Qiu's face. He pushed the big head in front of him away with disgust, smiled gently at Ning Zhiyi, and turned back to his seat.

[Tong'er, I smell something unusual.] Ning Zhiyi returned to his seat and pondered, looking at Qiu with stars in his eyes.

The system was checking, and soon there were bursts of exclamations.

[Host, Qiu is truly a heroine. Based on the details at the time, she found out that her son's death was related to the mother and son of the old lady of Duke Dingguo. After several attempts, she was sure of what she was thinking. She tried several times to avenge her son, but she was unable to do so due to lack of evidence.]

[On the contrary, under the manipulation of the old lady of Duke Dingguo, Qiu went from being a poor mother who lost her son to a troublemaker who was despised by everyone. Her husband's lack of understanding and the disgust of everyone made Qiu exhausted. She asked to go to a nunnery to pray for her son and returned two years later.]

[No one knows what happened in the past two years. They only know that after returning, Qiu Shi put all her attention on the young Duke Dingguo. Before long, she became the young Duke Dingguo's most trusted person. Even if he didn't listen to the Duke Dingguo's old lady, he would listen to Qiu Shi. In this way, Qiu Shi gradually led Duke Dingguo astray, which can be regarded as another way of avenging her son.]

Ning Zhiyi almost spit out the porridge in her mouth. [This is a high-end game. In fact, if you think about it carefully, you can understand Qiu. The mistress of the Duke's Mansion, who killed her son, and the next owner of the Duke's Mansion, she can't go head-to-head with the old lady of Duke Dingguo without support and can only take other measures. ]

Watching Qiu talking to other people with a smile on her face, Ning Zhiyi always felt that there was a sense of relief in her smile. She had been fighting alone for so long, maybe she was tired too.

The lady who was talking to Qiu patted her hands distressedly. Women are the most empathetic to women, and she couldn't help but redden her eyes. "You have suffered so much over the years, but fortunately, your efforts have finally paid off!"

Qiu smiled carefreely and said frankly: "Well, I have lived with shackles for so many years, and I have never felt as relaxed as I do now. I have to thank Miss Ning very much. Without her, no one would know the truth about my son's tragic death."

In the first month after his son's death, the husband would shed tears from time to time, and the old Duke would often reminisce about him. In the first year after his son's death, the husband would only sigh, and the old Duke was afraid of being saddened by the scene, so he went to another courtyard to recuperate.

In the tenth and twentieth years since her son left, no one talked about it and no one remembered that little figure, but she would never forget it!

She will never forget the truth about her son's tragic death, and will spend the rest of her life seeking only revenge!

He picked up the wine glass and walked towards Ning Zhiyi, with a gentle smile on his face, and asked: "Miss Ning, can I sit here?"

"Of course, please sit down!"

Seeing the innocent smile on Ning Zhiyi's face, Qiu put down his worries, "I feel very kind to see Miss Ning. I am sorry to bother you. I heard you mentioned my son just now. If my son were still alive, maybe I would be lucky enough to have a granddaughter as cute and lovable as Miss Ning."

The woman looked at Ning Zhiyi with longing and tears in her eyes. She really hoped that this scene would appear in her dreams countless times.

In the dream, her son, his wife and daughter were looking at her with smiles and laughter. Whenever she dreamed of this scene, she felt that this was the happiest moment for her, but happy times are always short and illusory.

When she woke up from the dream, her happiness was shattered. The backlash of pain was huge. She had thoughts of suicide countless times, but when she thought about her son's revenge, she could only take a breath and continue to suffer in the world!

"Just call me to know what I mean."

"Can I borrow a moment of your time? I'll tell you a story."

Ning Zhiyi nodded, "Of course, it's my honor."

Qiu looked into the distance and told the story slowly. The others lowered their voices unconsciously. Only Duke Dingguo kept drinking one glass of wine after another, as if only alcohol could numb his fearful heart.

"The protagonist of the story is a woman who married her husband at the behest of her parents. At first, the two lived a happy life, but good life is always short-lived. Soon, the woman found that her husband always believed in his sister-in-law's words unconditionally, even to the point of obedience. Through investigation, the woman found that her husband, who lost his mother when he was young, longed for his mother's love."

"The elder sister-in-law, who was three years older than my husband, filled the gap of maternal love very well. My husband's trust in her was unbreakable. Even when the woman told him that their only son was killed by her, it could not shake his trust in her. He even said that the woman was crazy and even took her to apologize to her."