The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

When Lu Cheng woke up, he found out he had two broken ribs and three bruises on his arm. The servant also had a broken arm and a large bruise on his back.

"Mom, it was really that concubine's daughter from the second house who hit me." Lu Cheng lay on the bed and looked at Qin with a gloomy face. He swallowed nervously and felt a dull pain in his chest.

"Are you saying that you were knocked away by your sister who is seven years younger than you?" Qin looked at the illegitimate son registered under her name with sarcasm. He was just like his dead mother who was always good at talking and coaxing people, full of evil ideas.

"No, she knocked the servant away--" Then the servant hit me, and Lu Cheng tried hard to reconstruct the scene at that time.

"Shut up—" Qin was impatient to listen to his nonsense. "Let me ask you, what were you doing in the west wing so early in the morning? You should be in the clan school, studying and practicing calligraphy with your teacher. You shouldn't be lying unconscious in the hallway of the second room with half your sleeve torn!"

Lu Cheng's eyes wandered and he began to stammer, "Yes - I went to ask the teacher for help with a problem I had on my course."

Qin said with a half-smile, "My son, I didn't ask about what you did outside. Do you think I don't know? Whether it was a human or a ghost this time, it's really hard for you to come up with such an excuse as being knocked away by a three-year-old."

Nanny Qin stood aside and said in a gentle tone, "Young Master, this matter has alarmed the old lady. If you say this, the old lady will probably think that you have been possessed by an unclean thing and have lost your mind. Then I'm afraid that young master will suffer." There is no precedent in Kyoto for exorcising ghosts and driving people away.

Lu Cheng hid under the quilt, clasping his hands tightly, his face pale as he said, "Son—son, I know."

Qin stood up and patted the bastard's hand. "Think carefully about what to say."

The old lady came to see him in person when she learned he had woken up. Seeing her grandson, who used to be full of energy, lying very weakly in bed, unable to move, she said distressedly, "Who the hell did this? Brother Cheng, don't be afraid to tell me slowly. I will take care of it for you."

Lu Cheng's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with gratitude. "Thank you for your concern, grandma. I'm fine."

The old lady said with a stern face, "The bones are all broken, and they still say it's nothing serious." Turning to Du Juan, she said, "These children rely on their young age and don't know how to take care of their bodies. It will be hard to regret it when they reach my age."

Lu Cheng coughed twice and said, "Grandson knows his mistake and will follow Grandma's instructions."

The old lady nodded in relief and asked where the boy who served her brother was. Seeing this, Lu Cheng had no choice but to say, "After my grandson informed his mother, I have already sent him home to rest. After all..."

The old lady leaned forward slightly and waited for him to finish speaking.

"After all, this matter may also be related to me." Lu Cheng showed an expression of regret and fear. "My grandson knew that he was born out of wedlock and was lucky enough to be protected by his mother and was raised under her name as her biological child. Therefore, my grandson was cautious in the clan school and never made things difficult for others. Who knew--" Lu Cheng's eyes gradually turned red, "gradually some people began to gossip behind my back, saying that I was a son of a concubine and of humble origin, and even insulted my mother. My grandson--my grandson was so angry that he confronted them immediately. Naturally, they refused to admit it and even pushed me. Finally, my grandson couldn't help but took action." These things were naturally half true and half false.

"Oh," the old lady said, her voice unrecognizable, "then you think today's incident is related to your classmates at school."

Lu Cheng raised his head and looked at the old lady, his voice earnest, "Apart from this, grandson can't think of any other possibility. After all, they are the only ones who know that I often go to my second uncle's house to consult Master Lu recently. But-" Lu Cheng paused with some hesitation, "Master taught us that everything requires evidence, and grandson can't be sure." After that, he looked at his grandmother eagerly.

The old lady smiled kindly and said, "Just stay home and recuperate. It won't be too late to go to the clan school when you're well again. Don't worry, your grandmother will take care of this matter for you."

That night, Qin learned from Nanny Qin about the old lady's visit to Cheng Ge'er and how Cheng Ge'er responded.

"That makes sense. There's no such thing as a child without bickering and fighting. They're not careful with their blows, and some have even accidentally killed someone." Qin said calmly, "Cheng'er must be talking about Lu Song, the grandson of the Third Old Master."

Nanny Qin frowned and thought for a moment before saying, "But that young master who has fought with Cheng Ge'er many times and whose family runs an escort agency."

Qin nodded and said, "That's right. Don't you think this makes more sense?" There are many skilled fighters in the escort agencies, so it is not difficult for them to sneak over the wall and beat up the two children.

The next day, the Lu family's clan teacher sent several children back home, including Lu Song.

Mr. Jiang, the clan school teacher, was so frustrated by the parents who had been lingering at his door for days, begging for mercy, that he finally found an opportunity after school to secretly let them in. A cold wind howled outside, and only a dim oil lamp lit the room. The flickering light revealed a deep worry on the faces of the parents, all of whom were small families who relied on the Ping'an Marquis's mansion for their livelihood.

Mr. Jiang sighed, "The government has issued a notice on this matter, and there is nothing I can do." The children are all good children, but - alas

After hearing this, one of the ladies who was wearing patched blue clothes and running outside began to wipe away tears.

Some people were unwilling to give up and asked, "I wonder what mistakes my child made in school?" The Lu family's clan school did not charge tuition, and the teachers they hired were very knowledgeable, but now they sent the child back without any clear reason.

Mr. Jiang hesitated for a moment before saying, "I shouldn't have said anything about this. A few days ago, the maidservant beside Madam came to ask for leave from Young Master Cheng. She actually said that Young Master Cheng had been beaten and was seriously injured."

"Wow, wow, wow," the woman with the blue patch couldn't help crying after hearing this.

"This—I know my child. He's always well-behaved and would never do something hurtful like this," said another woman. Several others followed suit, saying their own children would never do such a thing.

Mr. Jiang was helpless and simply said bluntly, "It is a fact that Young Master Cheng was beaten. The mansion must have an explanation, true or false—" He slowly shook his head. This was not important. In fact, he had secretly suspected Lu Song. Among these children, only Lu Song could do this. And in the school, he often had quarrels with Young Master Cheng. It was just a pity for the other children. Why offend anyone else but the future master of the Marquisate? And Young Master Cheng was narrow-minded—

The same thing happened in a house in the east of the city.

Old Master Lu San pulled out a rattan stick from under the table and pointed it at his grandson who was kneeling in the hall. "What did you do in school to deserve being kicked out?" Where else could the descendants of the Lu family go to study if not in the Lu clan school? Old Master Lu San was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Lu Song, kneeling in the hall, didn't even raise an eyebrow. He took off his clothes with ease, revealing his tanned skin. He looked young, yet he already had a thin layer of muscle. He said, "Fight me."

"You!" Old Master Lu San's eyebrows were raised in anger. He raised his hand holding the cane high and was about to bring it down when he heard a shout from outside the door, "You dare!"

With a creak, Old Lady Lu San came in from outside wearing a cloak and an old woman. The old woman was holding an umbrella with snow all over it.

Old Master Lu San glared at his wife and said, "I'm disciplining my grandson, what are you doing here?"

"This is also my grandson, you old bastard." Old Mrs. Lu San did not give in. She took off her cloak and covered her grandson with it, and tried to pull her grandson up.

Lu Song remained kneeling, shaking his head, "Grandma, I won't get up."

Old Lady Lu San knew his temper, so she walked over to the old man and sat down next to him and said, "I've already found out everything about this matter. Don't blame our Song'er."

Old Master Lu San frowned. "If we don't blame him, then why did they kick him out? He must have had his reasons."

The old lady sneered, "I know my sister-in-law very well. She looks kind and compassionate, but in fact she is biased and unreasonable."