Mu Yunhan could not imagine how beautiful, delicate and high-spirited the daughter who was the favorite of Prince Xian back then was.
When Mrs. Mu Er married Mu Zixin, the couple was very loving and had a good reputation. She must have never thought that such a day would come to her, right?
When she was about to be poisoned to death, how did she feel when she escaped from Lanjing, went through all kinds of hardships to raise Mu's daughter, and how did she feel when the proud daughter of heaven fell into pieces and lived in humiliation?
Mrs. Mu Er felt embarrassed, raised her hand to touch her face and said with a smile, "What are you looking at?"
Mu Yunhan held her hand, put it gently against his face, and whispered: "I was thinking, that person wanted to poison you back then. It must have been very difficult for you to escape. Why did you take me with you?"
Madam Mu Er said without hesitation: "You were born to me. Naturally, I will take you wherever I go."
"But my surname is Mu, and I have the blood of the Mu family in my body. Don't you hate me?"
"You were born to me. He doesn't want you, but I want you." Mrs. Mu Er looked at Mu Yunhan and spoke loudly and forcefully, "I will not abandon my child unless I die."
Even though he knew that this feeling did not actually belong to him, Mu Yunhan still couldn't help but feel soreness in his nose: "Mom, it's great to have you."
"What's wrong with you kid?" Mrs. Mu Er reached out to touch Mu Yunhan's forehead: "It's weird. Why are you asking these things suddenly in the middle of the night?"
Mu Yunhan said: "I know who that person is. His name is Mu Zixin, right?"
Hearing this name, Mrs. Mu Er's breathing suddenly became rapid, she looked away and said solemnly: "It's a thing of the past, why bring it up?"
Mu Yunhan knew it was true.
Mu Zixin, the eldest son of Mu Zhengang, the head of the Mu family, is also the eldest brother of Murong.
He is the firstborn, but Murong is an old woman. There is a huge age difference between the siblings and they rarely get together.
Therefore, Mu Yunhan did not have many opportunities to meet Mu Zixin in Mu Mansion. He only met him once from a distance when he was not under house arrest, and he vaguely remembered that he was a sanctimonious old white-faced man.
In addition, because she had little contact with them, she was not very familiar with the conditions of other members of the Mu family.
When Mrs. Mu Er told her that she was a direct descendant of the Mu family, she thought she was the second or third wife, but she didn't expect that she was so close to Murong.
So, upon closer inspection, Murong is considered her aunt?
What a coincidence. Mu Yunhan sneered secretly and said, "Mom, I have encountered some troubles recently. They said that my father is not the real Mu Er."
Mrs. Mu Er suddenly raised her eyes and said categorically: "Who else could he be if he wasn't Mu Er? Who is talking such nonsense? You won't let him go even after he dies, and you have to pour dirty water on him?"
Mu Yunhan looked directly into her eyes, but could only see anger and excitement, and nothing else.
"Okay, okay, don't get excited." Mu Yunhan sighed. Mrs. Mu must have a secret, but she obviously made up her mind and refused to tell it, so she could only take her time.
Back in the room, she took out Mu Er's belongings and explored them again, but still found nothing.
On the other side, Mrs. Mu Er sat alone in the darkness, holding an old copper hairpin tightly in her hand, and said softly: "I know you died unjustly, but I don't want to tell Han girl, I just want the children to live well.
Go down, don't blame me. If there is a chance, I will avenge you personally. If there is no chance, I will come to accompany you when the children are older."
Early the next morning, Mu Ying opened the door to let the freshmen go to relieve themselves. She saw an old man sitting at the door wearing a coarse short shirt, with a stooped back and a smile on his face. (To be continued)