Shock! The maid in the Marquis's mansion gave birth to the eldest son of the prince

She lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

"Madam, madam, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have said those things to make you sad. Don't cry. It's been so many years." Xiao Changfeng supported his wife's body and took a handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Qianqian was his only daughter. After she passed away, Xiao Changfeng was depressed for more than a year before he came to his senses. This cute little girl could already call him daddy. When she saw him, she would always look up with her chubby little face and stretch out her chubby little hands for him to hold...

Xiao Changfeng couldn't help but have tears in his eyes.

"Mother..." Xiao Yuan lifted the curtain and saw his father hugging his mother and whispering comforting words. He quickly stepped back a few steps and left the room.

My father and mother have always lived in harmony, and my father has no other concubines except my mother. Now, apart from me and my second brother, there are no other descendants in the Zhenguo Mansion.

When Qianqian passed away, my mother was grief-stricken and bedridden, crying every day. Her health was getting worse and worse. The court doctor and the imperial physician said that my mother might not be able to have children again. At that time, many people advised my father to take in more concubines and have more children, but my father refused them all.

"Yuan'er, come in quickly." Mrs. Lin pushed her husband's chest away, her face slightly red.

Xiao Yuan hesitated outside the door for a moment, then he made up his mind to lift the curtain and bowed: "Father, mother, your son is back."

"You've lost weight after being away for so many days." Mrs. Lin looked at her eldest son lovingly.

"Father, mother, I went to Jiangnan and met many people and things. I learned a lot." With his father present, Xiao Yuan said seriously, "This is the embroidery I collected, specially for mother."

"Look at your good son, he is also thinking about your preferences when he is away." Xiao Changfeng felt a little jealous. Looking at his eldest son who looked very similar to his wife, he said something sourly on purpose.

"Oh, you are always like this. Go and do your own thing." Mrs. Lin glanced at him and pushed him away pretending to be unhappy.

"You forgot about me when you had a son." Xiao Changfeng muttered, and stood up reluctantly and said, "Make room for you and your son. I'll go to the study in the front yard now."

"Father, I also bought a few fans for you. Since I didn't know you were here, I didn't bring them to you. I will send them to your study later." Xiao Yuan said respectfully to Xiao Changfeng.

"That's more like it." Xiao Changfeng smiled proudly. Sure enough, his son still remembered him. He knew that he liked to appreciate fan paintings the most. He wondered what kind of fan paintings his son would have collected for him during his trip to the south of the Yangtze River this time. He was really eager to try.

After he left, Mrs. Lin immediately asked Chunying and the others to stay outside the house and not let anyone disturb them, while she pulled her son to sit beside her.

"Yuan'er, has Qianqian..." Mrs. Lin asked in a low voice, her eyes full of hope.

"Mother, this is a long story." Xiao Yuan nodded, and the panicked look of Madam Qiu that night flashed through his mind. "But don't worry, my sister is still alive. After she was taken away by the kidnapper, she has been raised and taught by her."

"Where is she now? Have you brought her back to Beijing? Where did you hide her? Let mother see her." Mrs. Lin asked anxiously, with tears in her eyes, grabbing her son's hand.

"Mother, please don't worry. I haven't found her yet." Xiao Yuan said in a deep voice, "Luyang City was hit by a flood, and the kidnapper's family was wiped out."

“Dead?” Mrs. Lin’s eyes dimmed immediately, and she murmured to herself, “Then Qianqian, Qianqian…”

"Mother, don't be anxious. Let your son tell you slowly." Xiao Yuan held his mother's arm and comforted her gently.

That night, Manager Qian took him to see Miss Qiu. Miss Qiu was caught with her head covered and put in a sack. She was scared to death, thinking that she had offended someone in the underworld at some unknown time.

When she saw Xiao Yuan, she immediately knelt over to him as if she had found a life-saving straw, crying and begging: "Master, please save me, Master, please save me, I really haven't done anything against the will of heaven and earth!"

"Be honest, don't you know that you have offended the noble of Jiangyin Prefecture...the famous Prince Shun! Our young master is willing to come forward to protect you because he has met you once, so you'd better take care of yourself!" Shuang Qing scolded in a low voice with a fierce face.

Anyway, she could just push the blame on Prince Shun, and she, a lowly brothel owner, would not confront him.

"It's not impossible to save you, but you have to tell the truth, otherwise I will throw you into the river to feed the fish." Xiao Yuan said nonchalantly with a sullen face.

"Young Master, Young Master, I don't know when I offended the prince!" Madam Qiu widened her eyes and trembled with fear.

"I don't know about that." Xiao Yuan said coldly, "Do you want to ask him in person?"

"I dare not, please save my life, sir." Madam Qiu pleaded repeatedly.

"Then tell me the truth. Have you made any progress on what I asked you last time?"

"This..." Madam Qiu suddenly shrank back, too frightened to dare look at Xiao Yuan.

"I'll give you another chance." Xiao Yuan snapped open the folding fan in his hand and asked coldly, "Who is that Madam Chun? And who is Xiao Jiu?"

"Sir..." Madam Qiu's face turned pale instantly, and she said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I didn't mean to hide it from you, but my sister, Madam Chun, died a few years ago, and Xiao Jiu died with her."

"Dead?" Xiao Yuan looked at her intently. Seeing that she was biting her lips tightly, he shouted, "Then tell me how Xiaojiu came to Luyang."

"Sir, this happened so many years ago, and I didn't do it. I only remember the general idea. At that time, Madam Chun went to Xingyang and came back very happy, saying that she had a baby, who looked like a child from a rich family, and was as beautiful as a jade flower. She would be beautiful when she grows up." Madam Qiu whispered, "We are all jealous of her. To be able to get such a good thing is simply a cash cow. If she teaches her a little, she won't have to worry about her next life."

"On the back of her neck..." Before Xiao Yuan finished speaking, Madam Qiu nodded repeatedly and said, "Sir, there is indeed a plum blossom mole on Xiaojiu's neck. We all say that if this child hadn't married into our brothel, she would have been the wife of a wealthy family in the future. What a pity..."

"Sir, I remember now. When she first came, she could already speak, and her accent was clearly that of the capital. Later, Madam Chun was afraid of being discovered, so she beat her and forced her to speak our Luyang dialect. The little girl had a pair of big almond eyes filled with tears, looking so pitiful. She was really a beauty from a young age."

"Damn this black-hearted and rotten woman!" Shuangqing cursed loudly in anger.

"Young Master, I knew you were here to look for someone. All the words you said on the boat were lies. I guess that Xiaojiu must be your relative, because you two are actually somewhat similar. It's a pity that there was a flood in Luyang City that year, and all the more than a dozen people in Madam Chun's family were killed." Madam Qiu said with her head down.

"Do you have anything else to say?" Xiao Yuan stared at her with a dark look in his eyes, "If not..."

"Sir, sir, I remember..." Madam Qiu suddenly raised her head and said excitedly.