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"My third son is the son of the late crown prince!" Jia Hao said to everyone in a firm tone, his eyes flashing with confidence and pride.

Everyone was shocked when they heard the news. They looked at each other, as if they had not yet recovered from the sudden news. Some people began to discuss in a low voice, trying to understand the meaning behind the news; others remained silent. Wang Ziteng and Shi Houye were thinking about how to deal with such a situation. However, no matter how many questions and confusions they had in their hearts, Jia Hao did not give them too much time, but just waved his hand to send them away.

Grandmother Jia sat in the main seat and looked at her son silently, feeling so angry that she couldn't help but get angry.

What happened in these years was gradually out of her control. Her son Jia She became less and less obedient to her and even concealed such a big thing, leaving her in the dark. And her beloved granddaughter Jia Yuanchun became more and more useless, unable to bring her more glory and benefits, wasting her years of training. She only had Baoyu, her grandson, to pin her hopes on. Thinking of this, Jia Mu couldn't help but feel a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

"I just want to ask you if Jia Ying's biological mother is Xing."

After hearing what his mother said, Jia She remained silent for the whole day.

"It can only be said that it was a coincidence. It was Wang who took action in the beginning, and you cleaned up the mess."

“The final outcome was not what you imagined.”

Jia She stared at Grandmother Jia, as if he wanted to see through her, and his voice was trembling and angry: "She is my wife, mother, are you my mother?"

Grandmother Jia trembled all over and then roared at him angrily.

"You unfilial son, if I had known I would have drowned you when I gave birth to you"

"Hahahahahahahaha" Jia She laughed so hard that tears appeared in the corners of his eyes.

"Then you also had a hand in the death of my first wife Zhang and my eldest son?"

Grandmother Jia glanced at him with disdain on her increasingly aging face.

"It was that damn old woman who married you to this wife. She didn't even ask me a single question and went straight to the Zhang Mansion to propose marriage."

"Why should I like her?" She slapped the back of the chair in hatred. "Every time I see her aloof look, I feel as if I am inferior to her!"

"And I didn't do it directly. I just pretended not to see it." Grandmother Jia calmed down and concealed it.

"Who knew she couldn't hold on and died of heavy bleeding"

"Where is my Hu'er? He is your grandson!" Jia She's voice was full of pain and anger. He gripped the chair tightly with both hands, as if he wanted to crush it. His fingers turned pale due to excessive force.

"I have no shortage of grandchildren, and what's more, I have Baoyu, who is even more fortunate and was born with a jade in his mouth." When Grandmother Jia said this, she thought of Jia Ying.

"Since Jia Ying is the prince's son, you should quickly confer him the title of Duke of Rong. The Jia family has also raised him."

Xing Yuling stood at the door and listened to what was said inside, feeling a little sorry for him.

"Mother, this is the last time I will call you. From now on, you will stay in Rongqing Hall for food and drink. I will not treat you unfairly."

After Jia She finished speaking, he turned and left, leaving Grandmother Jia alone in the room, angry.

When Jia She saw Xing Wangling at the door, he took her hand and went back to the east courtyard without saying a word.

In the main room

Xing Yuling came to Jia She, sat down, and said slowly: "Since it has happened and it has been so long, you should let it go."

"Sister Zhang, even Hu'er's spirit in heaven doesn't want you to dwell on the past."

"Since we know who the enemy is, let him get the punishment he deserves!"

When Jia She heard this, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and his originally dull eyes gradually regained some of their spirit.

"San'er, I don't know what the situation is in the palace." Jia She remembered that the guards were guarding the palace gate and not allowing anyone to enter or leave.

"He has so many people protecting him, nothing will happen to him." Xing Yuling smiled faintly and thought to herself. She knew the man and knew that he had made all the preparations. Therefore, she was not worried about her son's safety at all.

This time, she generously sent most of her secret guards to protect her son.

These secret guards are all rigorously trained and powerful elites who are able to deal with any dangerous situation that may arise.

Jia She suddenly held her hand tightly.

"Will you leave?"

"Master, I will not enter the palace," Xing Yuling comforted Jia She.

"No, that's not what I meant. I meant, will you leave the Jia family and leave me?" Jia She explained anxiously.

"How could that be, master?" Xing Yuling's heart softened and her tone became softer.

"But, what if San'er succeeds one day..." Jia She was still a little worried.

"Don't worry, master. Even if that day really comes, I will choose to stay in the Jia Mansion and stay with you." Xing Yuling held Jia She's hand tightly, her eyes full of determination.

"But what about San'er?" Jia She was surprised that his wife did not leave him.

"Ying'er can't be a mother with a flawed identity in public. Since he wants to sit in that chair, I can't hold him back." Xing Yuling had already thought of everything in her mind, "Besides, as long as our family is together, it's enough."

"But you are really wronged by doing this." Jia She looked at Xing Yuling with heartache.

"Master, this is my choice and also my expectation for Ying'er. I believe that one day, Ying'er will understand my painstaking efforts." A hint of determination flashed in Xing Yuling's eyes.

"Okay, I respect your decision." Jia She nodded and hugged Xing Yuling tightly in his arms.

At this moment, the relationship between the two seemed to be even deeper. They both knew that the road ahead was still long, but as long as they stayed with each other, they would be able to overcome all the difficulties.

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Royal Palace

The emperor and the retired emperor were both under house arrest in the palace, and at this moment the emperor was pacing back and forth in the room with a gloomy face. From time to time, he looked at the expressionless and armed guards at the door, and anger surged in his heart.

"These damned fellows! How dare they trap me here? This is outrageous!" The emperor could not help but yell, his voice echoing in the empty palace, sounding particularly harsh. However, the guards outside the door remained unmoved and continued to hold their posts, as if they had not heard the emperor's roar.

The emperor stopped, panting, staring fiercely at the closed palace door, as if he wanted to see the evil creature outside through it. He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said, "I'll make him suffer when I get out!" After that, he began to pace back and forth in the palace in annoyance, cursing non-stop.

In another palace, the emperor was looking at his grandson in front of him.

"I didn't expect the prince to have an heir."

Jia Ying sat calmly on a chair nearby.

"Why did my father die? I think you know it in your heart."

When the emperor heard this, he stood there motionless with a stiff expression.

"I... I don't want him to die! I just want him to be more obedient, listen to me, and stop disobeying me!" The emperor said this, as if he was defending himself. However, it sounded like a weak excuse.

Jia Ying stared into the eyes of the retired emperor and said calmly, "I wonder how Prince Kangping died? You know it in your heart." His eyes were firm and sharp, as if they could penetrate the retired emperor's heart.

The emperor remained silent, with a flash of panic and uneasiness in his eyes. Facing Jia Ying's questioning, he could no longer escape, because he knew what he had done.

Jia Ying continued, "You knew that as the son of the crown prince, you were a threat to the emperor who already sat on the throne, but you chose to turn a blind eye."

The emperor was struck by Jia Ying's words and turned pale. He could not refute because the facts were before him.

Jia Ying's eyes were still fixed on the retired emperor, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

The emperor's face was as pale as paper and his lips were trembling slightly.

"I...I'm so sorry to the prince!" The emperor finally broke down and cried, looking extremely vulnerable. He remembered all the injustices and misunderstandings he had done to the prince, and the contradictions and conflicts that had arisen from the fight for the throne. Now, he realized that he was wrong. He regretted it so much, and if he could do it again, he would definitely treat the prince well.