The concubines in the courtyard looked at each other in confusion. They lived in the courtyard of the inner house. Apart from intrigues, their favorite thing was to discuss gossip.
Someone asked: "Can anything be done?"
Xiao Chengyi said: "As long as it is related to the Han family, no matter how big or small it is."
Someone raised their hands and said, "I know that I have killed someone before. He said it himself when he was drunk, but it scared me."
Someone continued: "The master and his wife are not on good terms. The master has not touched her for more than ten years."
"The master always dislikes us for not being able to give him a son, but in fact, his health has long since failed, and he has to take drugs to enhance his happiness. By the way, this drug was found by my wife."
"I know that Madam once had a child, but he was killed by the Master."
"I know that Mrs. Lu was having an affair with someone, and she was the one who reported it."
Everyone kept saying something to each other.
When Han Qiancheng heard this, his expression changed and he shouted angrily: "Shut up!"
He said with a cold face: "Who allowed you to talk nonsense here?"
Han Qiancheng saluted Xiao Chengyi and said, "Your Highness, their words cannot be trusted."
Xiao Chengyi thought that what they said was quite exciting. It seemed that the Han family had a lot of secrets hidden.
The concubines pouted and looked a little dissatisfied.
One of them said: "Master, you were deceived by Madam's hypocritical appearance. It was Madam who killed your own mother.
If you don’t believe it, you can ask the butler, he said it himself.”
Han Qiancheng's face was solemn and he said: "My mother treats me as if she were her own child, and I won't allow you to slander her.
Don't think that I don't know that you are united against her.
Since you entered the house, has mother treated you harshly? You just don’t know how to be grateful, but you fabricated such lies, which is simply abominable."
Han Qiancheng took a deep breath and said to Mrs. Han: "Mother, I don't believe a word they say, so don't take it to heart either."
Mrs. Han looked at him, her eyes were slightly red, the corners of her lips moved, and she made up her mind and said: "What they said is true."
Han Qiancheng stared at her with wide eyes and an expression of disbelief.
He asked: "Mother, do you know what you are talking about?"
Mrs. Han said: "I was the one who harmed your mother. It was indeed me who ordered the housekeeper to report Mrs. Lu's affair."
Han Qiancheng froze on the spot. He thought what happened to his mother was an accident. He never thought that he was framed by someone, and this person was the mother he respected the most.
He shook his head and said: "Impossible, you have always been as close as sisters, how could you possibly harm her?"
Mrs. Han sneered and said: "Cheng'er, you are too naive, she has taken away all my husband's favor, how could I not hate her?
I am also a woman, a woman who longs to be loved by her husband."
Han Qiancheng said: "If you really hate her, why do you treat me so well?"
Mrs. Han's eyes darkened, and she said with deep pain hidden in her eyes: "Because I once lost a child, and your appearance brought me hope. It was you who made me become a mother again."
Han Qiancheng didn't believe that all this was true. He staggered back a step: "I have never doubted you. I respect you as my biological mother, but why do you do this to me?"
For him, his mother's betrayal was more devastating than the accident three years ago.
It was like the belief that I had always held on to suddenly collapsed.
The relatives who have been together in the past turned out to have another face hidden behind them.