Beast Taming Mad Concubine: The Useless Young Lady is Back!

"Mr. Lingjun?" Ye Feiran's throat tightened slightly, but as if he had thought of something, he opened his mouth, but no sound came out for a long time.

Ye Qing'an nodded again: "Yes, Master Lingjun is the master that your mother, who treated you very well, devised many methods to get you to become her disciple."

Even if Ye Feiran were foolish, he would understand the meaning behind Ye Qing'an's words. Master Lingjun could not have harmed him for no reason; he must have been instructed by someone.

The person who would make Mr. Lingjun do this is most likely his mother, whom he has always trusted and relied on.

"Why...why would she do this?" Ye Feiran was still incredulous. "I...I'm just an adopted son who lost his biological mother and was raised by her. I trusted her with almost everything I had. Why would she do this to me?"

"What else could it be for?" Ye Qing'an's lips curled into a cold smile: "Although your birth mother died early, our mother was Father's first wife."

"So even if you accomplish nothing, you are still the legitimate son of the Ye family. The legitimate son is someone who is qualified to compete with her son for the position of head of the Ye family. For the sake of her son, she naturally hopes that you will be bad. She hopes that you will become a person with low cultivation, fat and stupid."

Ye Qing'an's gaze fell on Ye Feiran's face, a smile playing on her lips, but her words were utterly cruel: "Sometimes, it's not that you do anything wrong for her to hate you. Rather, it's that you were born into her path, and she will try every means to get rid of you."

Ye Feiran's face grew paler and paler. He was only eight years old and had only known how to eat, drink, and play. He didn't understand anything about other schemes and plots.

Now, Ye Qing'an has completely shattered that seemingly beautiful facade, allowing him to see the unbearable inner workings of his being. These inner workings have overturned his understanding over the past few years, leaving him somewhat unable to accept them.

"I..." Ye Feiran's voice was slightly hoarse: "I don't have any lofty ambitions. I just want to have food, drink, and fun without having to work so hard. Is that not allowed?"

“If you were born into an ordinary family with a small population and not so many pickling and sour things, perhaps you could do that. But you were born into the Ye family, the Ye family, the head of the four major families in Wangjing City, and your father is the Prime Minister of Siyou Kingdom.”

"Because you were born into the Ye family, you enjoyed many things that ordinary people cannot enjoy, such as fine clothes and delicious food, but you also had to endure some struggles and schemes that they did not have to endure."

Ye Qing'an's gaze turned cold: "If you want to play the fool, then death is all that awaits you."

"Although you feel that you won't compete with Ye Zirui for anything, Liu Xueying doesn't think so. She feels that as long as you live, you could become a stumbling block for her son."

Ye Feiran's face grew increasingly pale, as if all her strength had been drained away. She leaned back and sat against the large cushion behind her.

Ye Qing'an had said everything she needed to say, and seeing his expression, she said no more: "You chose this path yourself, and no one else can help you. Whether you live or die, whether you live well or continue to be a parasite who knows nothing of the world, it is up to you to decide."

Ye Feiran remained silent, and no one spoke in the carriage. Only the clamor of voices and the noise of carriages and horses could be heard outside.

After a long while, Ye Feiran turned to look at Ye Qing'an again: "Then... will you help me?"

Ye Qing'an also looked at him, her eyes deep and unfathomable: "Whether I help you or not depends on you."

"If you continue to blindly trust Liu Xueying and mistake a thief for your mother, while making things difficult for me and Eleven in every way, then what's the point of me helping you?"

“If you truly realize the foolish things you’ve done before, sincerely repent, and stop living your life in a daze as before, then I will naturally be willing to help you.”

Upon hearing Ye Qing'an's words, Ye Feiran fell silent again.

Ye Qing'an didn't press him, but changed the subject: "You've lost a lot of weight recently. I heard from Eleven that you've been practicing calligraphy and reading books diligently for a while, which is excellent."

"No matter what, reading more books is always good."

"And after you lost weight, your facial features became more defined than before. Now you can barely make out your features. If you lose weight, you should look better."

Ye Qing'an curled the corners of her lips: "However, our mother was a beauty, and the children she risked her life to give birth to would naturally be exceptional."

Ye Feiran had previously disliked people mentioning his birth mother, and there were actually quite a few rumors circulating in the manor about her...

Most of what he heard were bad rumors.

For example, his biological mother had a bad temper and was jealous.

They said she was timid and only knew how to read books and embroider.

They say she's promiscuous and has had ambiguous relationships with many men.

Therefore, in his mind, his birth mother was an extremely bad person.

If someone had told him before that he looked like his birth mother, he would definitely have fought with them.

But hearing Ye Qing'an say this today, he... a very unfamiliar emotion rose in his heart.

Perhaps it was because he used to live in the same courtyard as Ye Qing'an and would see her interacting with her son every day. He often wondered to himself, is this how a mother and child should interact?

He sometimes wondered if his birth mother were still alive, would she have acted the same way? Would she have protected him, been unwilling to see him get hurt in the slightest, and urged him to study and write, afraid that he would slack off?

Perhaps it was because of these feelings growing day by day that when Ye Qing'an mentioned his birth mother, he did not feel as disgusted as he had imagined, and even felt a bit curious.

"You...have seen Mother?"

Ye Qing'an smiled: "Of course I've seen her. My mother died of postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to you. I was already ten years old then..."

"That's great." Ye Feiran paused before asking, "What is 'metrorrhagia'?"

Ye Qing'an's smile faded: "It's just that I suddenly lost a lot of blood, almost all the blood in my body."

Ye Feiran trembled slightly, and after a long while, she pursed her lips: "Then it must hurt a lot, right?"

"Yes, it hurts a lot."

After Ye Qing'an finished speaking, she raised her head again: "But I think she should not regret it, not regret giving birth to you, nor regret giving her life for you."

"No regrets? How could that be?"

Ye Qing'an nodded seriously: "It's true, because she has always been looking forward to your arrival. I was born a good-for-nothing, and my father didn't like me. She always wanted to have another child. You were born with her hopes. When you were still in her belly, she often talked to you, imagined what you looked like, and thought that you would definitely be very successful when you grew up..."