The Green Tea Adopted Son Uncovers a Shocking Secret: The Real Son Is at Prince Yi's Residence

Lady Wang's body visibly stiffened.

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Wuxu's face by the light.

The child was fair-skinned, with delicate features, and her eyelashes still glistened with moisture.

The thorn that had been stuck in Lady Wang's heart for so long was suddenly touched by the word "son".

"Come here," she said.

Zhao Wuxu did as instructed, went around to the front, and knelt on the footstool.

Lady Wang cupped his face in her hands and rubbed his eyes with her thumbs.

What did you call me?

"Lady."

"Wrong."

Zhao Wuxu looked up at her, and a tear rolled down his cheek.

"... mother."

Lady Wang's hands trembled.

She trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Zhao Wuxu knew in his heart that he had made the right move, but he didn't show it on his face. He just leaned his head against Lady Wang's knees, like a fledgling bird that had finally found its nest.

Lady Wang cried for a long time before finally sending all the maids out.

The latch was pulled down, and only the crackling of the charcoal fire remained inside.

"My son," Lady Wang dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, "You have no idea how I've endured all these years. What do you think I've been after?"

Yun Zhengze, what heart does he have? All he cares about is his official position, his accounts, and his future."

"Mother, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry," Lady Wang shook her head, "I'm filled with hatred."

She removed the handkerchief from her eyes and then took another one out from inside her clothes.

It was an old handkerchief, pale white with yellowed and brittle edges. It was folded very small and square, clearly something that had been carried around for many years.

Zhao Wuxu's eyes remained fixed on the handkerchief, but he didn't move.

"Actually, Mother did give birth to a son."

Lady Wang's fingers stroked the handkerchief. "The one I gave birth to weighed five pounds and eight ounces, was full-term and born with fair skin and thick eyebrows."

He was just learning to run around when he was lost, and he would call me "Mommy" a hundred times a day.

Zhao Wuxu moved forward half an inch at the opportune moment.

"On the day of the lantern market Yun Zhengze said he would take us out," Lady Wang's voice began to choke. "I carried the child to the foot of the lantern tower. He took the child and carried him on his shoulders to look at the lanterns, and I stood next to him."

What happened next?

"Later, the people from the prefectural government arrived." Lady Wang gave a wry laugh. "They came to report some official business, so he put the child down, handed him to me, and went to the edge of the crowd to talk. I was holding the child in one hand and protecting my money bag with the other, and then I got jostled by the crowd..."

She stopped.

"In just one moment, my hand was empty."

Zhao Wuxu remained silent.

Sometimes silence is more effective than words, and he understands this very well.

"I shouted, I shouted from the lantern tower to the riverbank, until my throat bled." Lady Wang's knuckles pressed against the handkerchief. " Yun Zhengze mobilized three hundred people to search all night, for half a month, for three years, but they didn't find a single hair."

He later told me, "When someone is gone, they're gone. You're still young."

She looked up. "Do you think he's a human being?"

"No," Zhao Wuxu answered quickly.

Lady Wang looked down at the handkerchief again and slowly unfolded it.

The silk thread was old and dark in color. It was embroidered with a small pattern, like half a ruyi (a traditional Chinese scepter symbolizing good fortune), with a hook at the bottom.

"This is a birthmark on his buttock," Lady Wang said. "It's reddish-brown, right on the right side of the crease. I looked at it every day for two years. After he passed away, I was afraid I would forget it, so I embroidered it overnight."

Zhao Wuxu had been feigning sorrow with his eyes downcast.

My eyelids twitched when I saw the picture.

He froze completely.

Ruyi pattern. Right side. Reddish-brown.

It felt like something in his mind had been ripped open.

Black Wind Stronghold, by the stream.

That wild child who always carried a broken bamboo pole, whose clothes were always so dirty you couldn't tell who he was, and who would call people "idiots" the moment he opened his mouth.

That day the sun was scorching, and a few of the younger kids went into the river to splash around. That boy was the first to take off his pants, throw them on a rock, and jump into the water. He even glanced at the reddish-brown mark on his buttocks, assuming it was a birthmark.

Ruyi pattern. Right side.

Zhao Wuxu's fingers tightened on his knee.

How old is Tiedan this year?

Yun Shuyue said she was picked up three years ago. She looked four or five years old when she was picked up, but now she is seven or older, almost eight.

There's a difference between legitimate and illegitimate children, so it's normal that this girl didn't know Tiedan had a birthmark on his buttocks.

But she must have seen Tiedan when he was two years old. It's only been two or three years since then, how could she not recognize him?

"How old is that child this year?"

"He'll be eight this December." Lady Wang stroked the handkerchief. "I only wish he were still alive."

Zhao Wuxu's heart pounded violently in his chest.

He had to take a deep breath and slowly exhale before he dared to speak.

"Madam, this handkerchief... besides you, who else has seen it?"

" Yun Zhengze was willing to watch it for the first two years, but later he wouldn't let me take it out, saying that watching it would make him feel uncomfortable."

Lady Wang folded the handkerchief back to its original shape, making sure it was perfectly neat, and tucked it back into her clothes. "The old folks who knew about the missing child have all left, and nobody in the manor knows anymore. You're the first."

The first one.

Zhao Wuxu lowered his head, his forehead gently resting on Lady Wang's knee.

"Mother, don't worry. I'll keep these words in my heart and won't tell anyone. I will search for my brother diligently from now on. If I can't find him, you will be my mother!"

Lady Wang's hand landed on his head and patted it twice.

"Good boy."

The last piece of charcoal in the brazier burned through, collapsing halfway down, and the firelight dimmed.

Zhao Wuxu knelt on the footstool, his face buried, so no one could see his expression.

He was going through it three times in his mind.

The first time was joyful.

This is a weakness that fell from the sky.

With the Yun Clan's son in his hands, he could hold Lady Wang's life in his grasp, and he could do whatever he wanted with the wealth of the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner's mansion.

The second time was shocking.

If Yun Zhengze really finds his biological son, his adopted son will immediately become worthless.

When it comes to the bond between father and son, even ten relatives can't compare to one biological son.

He figured it out on the third try.

Take it first.

Keep this secret in your own hands, and use it to pry open Lady Wang's bottom box, Yun Zhengze's seal, and the customs documents of the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner's Office.

Once we get our hands on the stuff, whether that kid is still alive or not is another matter entirely.

The old and weak from Black Wind Stronghold have all been taken into Prince Yi's Residence, and Tiedan is also being cared for there. This is quite troublesome.

It's troublesome, but not impossible.

Zhao Wuxu lifted his head from Lady Wang's lap, his face once again displaying that gentle and tender expression.

"Mother, you should rest early. Your son will come again tomorrow to massage your shoulders."

"Your leg hurts, don't come."

"It doesn't hurt." Zhao Wuxu stood up, but his leg buckled halfway back down.

He chuckled, leaning on the corner of the table. "Your son wants to come more often. In this whole household, only Mother treats me like a human being."

My heart belongs only to my mother.

Lady Wang was about to shed tears again.

Zhao Wuxu bowed and then withdrew, gently closing the door behind him.

It's chilly under the eaves.

He stood in the snow, and suddenly his lame leg was healed; he could walk steadily and quickly again.

I walked to the gate of my own courtyard.

He couldn't help but stop, glance back at the light on Lady Wang's window, and a slight smile played on his lips.

Afternoon.

Two charcoal braziers burned in the warm chamber of the old prince's mansion, and the windows were covered with newly pasted cotton paper.

The sunlight filtering through created a milky white layer, so warm it made your bones feel weak.

Gu Moran lay half-reclined on a soft couch covered with fox fur, flipping through three pages of an account book in his hand, without reading a single word.

Ever since the system bestowed the " Vigorous Primal Yang " upon him, he has been constantly on the move.

His blood and qi were as surging as a stream in July; he felt hot whether sitting or lying down. He drank three doses of herbal medicine from Shen Ling'er to reduce his internal heat, but it had no effect whatsoever.

He now finds even dogs attractive.

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[Thanks to: Xixi's Show + Character Summoning + Inspiration Capsule, Wang Shen, Wei Meng, Yu Si, Old Cat's Milk Tea, Yue Lao, Sunny Day's Urging Talisman, Seaweed, Early Summer, Xiao Wei and Qing Han's Flowers, Xiao Guo, Shi Qian, Lan Ting's Likes, Mo Yu, Wei Meng's Love Letter, Chen Qing's Flowers and Likes, and all the babies who contributed their love.]

[I'm currently in the hospital, so writing isn't convenient. I'll definitely update a lot more in a few days!]