Chu Yihan curled his lips, revealing an extremely mocking smile. "Don't forget, none of them left Father a son or daughter."
People outside all said Madam Chu was formidable, and she truly was.
Although Chu Manor had four beautiful concubines, not one of them had given Marshal Chu a son—not even a daughter.
Seeing the suspicion in her husband's eyes, Madam Chu panicked slightly. Her fingernails dug into her palms as she struggled to maintain her composure.
"Their wombs were simply incapable of producing children. How can you blame me for that? Medicine is so advanced nowadays, with both Chinese and Western medicine available. If there was really a problem, would it not have been found?"
"Besides, that isn't the only issue. Back then, when the old master personally led people to capture her, she admitted it herself before taking her own life. She said you weren't the old master's son at all, but the son of her and her lover."
"Have you really never noticed? You don't look like the old master in the slightest. You look more like your mother and that bastard."
Madam Chu felt extremely fortunate that Chu Yihan had a face so difficult to distinguish as masculine or feminine. That allowed her to cling tightly to this point.
She continued indignantly, "All these years, whether it was me or the old master, we've treated you well enough. What more do you want? What else are you dissatisfied with?"
"You said she... was already dead?" A sharp pain pierced Chu Yihan's chest. He felt so miserable that, for a moment, he could no longer say anything else.
"Shut up, all of you! I don't want to hear anything more about that woman." Marshal Chu had no desire to bring up what happened back then, because it