She opened the soup cup, filled a bowl and placed it in front of Han Qiancheng.
Han Qiancheng thanked him, took a spoon and took a bite.
He was raised by Mrs. Han. Mrs. Han had no children and treated him as her own.
He could feel that Mrs. Han really treated him as her own son.
“Delicious.”
Han Qiancheng smiled slightly and said, "Mom doesn't have to wait for me to come back from now on. When my son is older, he will be extremely careful when he is outside."
Mrs. Han said: "Are you running for the Han family's affairs?"
Han Qiancheng felt a little guilty. Mrs. Han didn't know anything about him and Ling'er.
She didn't go out often. She spent all day burning incense and worshiping Buddha at her house. She rarely interfered with matters in the house.
As a result, each of the concubines in the house became more arrogant than the other, and as long as they didn't climb on Mrs. Han's head, Mrs. Han didn't bother to care.
Han Qiancheng put down the bowl in his hand, looked at Mrs. Han and said, "Mother, am I really my father's son?"
Mrs. Han was stunned for a moment and said: "Of course you are the master's son. Is there anyone in our Han family who is gossiping outside again?"
Han Qiancheng lowered his eyes and said: "No, after my mother's accident, everyone in the house criticized me. Only my mother did not dislike me and stood by my side unswervingly to support me. My son is very grateful."
He looked at Mrs. Han and said, "Don't worry, mother, the Han family is in ruins, but my son is capable of supporting you, and he will definitely let you live a good life in the future."
"good."
Mrs. Han's eyes were hot, she looked at Han Qiancheng and said: "My mother has enjoyed the glory and wealth for half her life, but to me, these are just passing clouds.
I just want my son to be safe and everything goes well."
She smiled and said: "Drink it quickly, don't let it get cold."
Han Qiancheng held the bowl and drank all the ginseng soup. He put the bowl down and asked, "Does mother know Yan Yue's wife?"
When mentioning Yan Yue's wife, Mrs. Han was stunned for a moment and then said: "I can't say that I know her. I just met her a few times when I was young. She is a very iconic beauty. Her daughter looks very similar to her."
She asked Han Qiancheng: "Why did you suddenly mention Madam Yan, but what happened?"
Han Qiancheng said: "The Yan family was also raided by His Highness the Crown Prince. Yan Yue said that his wife was killed by my father. Is this true?"
Mrs. Han's eyes narrowed and she said: "It's nonsense. Mrs. Yan obviously committed suicide. What does it have to do with your father?"
She patted Han Qiancheng's hand and said, "Don't listen to outsiders' nonsense. The Yan family has a grudge against our Han family. Now that your father is dead, he comes here to throw dirty water. It's really cruel."
Han Qiancheng was silent and asked, "Does mother also hate the Yan family?"
He was acquitted and did not tell Mrs. Han the truth of the matter. He only said that he accidentally killed his father. Fortunately, His Highness the Crown Prince was magnanimous and did not punish him.
Mrs. Han said: "I come from a womanly family. The Han family and the Yan family have a long history of grievances. As a Han family member, I naturally have to stand on the side of the Han family. This is a habit I have developed over the years."
Han Qiancheng asked: "Then if the son wants to marry a young lady from the Yan family, will the mother agree?"
Mrs. Han was startled. She stood up and said, "You want to marry a young lady from the Yan family? You...you like her?"
"Yes, my son likes her, but..."
Han Qiancheng laughed at himself and said: "She may be my biological sister, and we can't be together!"
Mrs. Han was shocked: "Sister? Are you saying that Miss Yan is your father's daughter?"
"This is what Yan Yue said. He said that he was framed by my father and imprisoned. In order to save him, Mrs. Yan was insulted by my father and gave birth to Ling'er."
Han Qiancheng closed his eyes and said, "Mother, my son really doesn't know what to do."