Ink Burns

Chapter 41 The Unforgettable Seventh Day

Cheng Xinghe looked at Shanyue's back, which was as white as jade and was covered with dense and intricate scars.

His eyes were blank and his mind was at a standstill.

At this point, he had been convinced by He, convinced by this attitude of complete submission.

All doubts, temptations and hesitations vanished immediately - a girl is willing to undress and show you her scarred back, what else can she hide from you? Moreover, she came from the hell of Shura, and there is really no reason to turn back. Now she can only climb up to the Cheng family and struggle to get out of the muddy mud.

He really had no reason to bite back at the mother and son.

Who is that?
Could it be that the second wife had been planning this for a long time?

Cheng Xinghe pondered secretly, but another thought came to his mind: "Before taking you to see Lord Liu that day, the lady who measured your body was a female doctor from the Cheng family's pharmacy. She used the excuse of changing your clothes to check your whole body inside and out. She confirmed that all ten items were complete, your muscles were in good condition, and your bones and waist were tight before she dared to push you to Liu's house. According to her report, there is nothing unusual about your body?"

Shan Yue's back was half exposed, and he looked back with his long eyelashes trembling slightly: "I crawled out from underground, and I have my own way to save my life. Painting is not only on paper, but also on the skin. There are people in the lower nine classes who specialize in painting on human skin. They are scattered in the market, and they are the human skin masks that everyone knows."

The human skin mask can be worn on the face and on the body.

The low-class people in the market, with their petty skills and cheap stuff, are not worthy of being shown on the table.

Cheng Xinghe was quite disdainful.

But as long as it is useful, he may not pursue it.

In any case, the most urgent task is to quickly obtain this crimson green phoenix post in order to calm down this troubled time.

When He was actually married, and someone discovered that her back was covered with a fake layer of skin, her clothes were taken off, and she was sleeping, could the husband still divorce her? -- This time he sent her as his principal wife, not a concubine! She had birthmarks and scars on her body, which of the seven sins of divorce did she commit? !
Did that powerful minister of the emperor want to completely break off relations with the Jiangnan officialdom?!
Cheng Xinghe took the opportunity to lament that he was magnanimous enough: "If my wife were still alive, she would always play it safe. Knowing all the secrets you have, she would definitely cross you off the list and never give you another chance."

Shan Yue lowered her eyes at the right time and said, "Yes. Yue Niang now only has you."

The half-closed eyelashes seemed to be fluttering in the breeze, or as if their tranquility was disturbed by worries, casting a trembling shadow under the bright brown pupils.

Shan Yue's shoulders moved slightly, her shoulder blades like a flying green phoenix. She put on her coat and breathed in and out slowly, as if a huge burden had been lifted. "From now on, Yue Niang has no more secrets in front of the young master."

Cheng Xinghe leaned back, feeling that Shanyue's heart was solid and reliable, and he didn't need to pretend to be gentle to seduce her. He waved his hand and closed his eyes impatiently: "Go back to the embroidery building first. The girls in the embroidery building are not easy to deal with. Don't stir up trouble. The more naive you are, the more you will be at the center of the storm. Go and tell her that when this matter is settled, I will take her into the inner house and give her a betrothal gift and a name.

Huh, the wild mandarin ducks have revealed their true nature?

Shan Yue nodded and was about to leave, but Cheng Xinghe called him back: "Wait--"

The mountain moon looks back.

Cheng Xinghe looked up to ask for confirmation: "Do you think Lord Liu and I really look alike?"

Shan Yue immediately answered confidently: "The bone structure is almost exactly the same."

"Then it's up to you, Lord Liu and I." Cheng Xinghe paused, as if he felt it was a bit absurd to ask He about this matter, but after thinking it over in his mind, he realized that there was no one in the room with whom he could confide in such a secret.

Once the news that his bloodline of the Cheng family is in doubt is released, all the family businesses of the Cheng family will have nothing to do with him. The best solution to this matter is that, on the surface, he is still the eldest grandson of the Cheng family, inheriting the Cheng family's money and rising assets; secretly, he recognizes Master Liu and secretly enjoys the convenience brought by the illegitimate son of the old prefect.

In this world, people laugh at the poor but not at prostitutes. When it comes to interests, it is nothing shameful for him to recognize two fathers!
But the premise of all this is that he is indeed the old man’s son.

Shan Yue didn't respond, waiting for Cheng Xinghe to finish the conversation.

"Do you think I am Lord Liu's son?" Cheng Xinghe finally asked.

Shan Yue hesitated for a moment and said, "Everything is rooted in Madam. If Madam is sure that you are the one, then you must be the one.

"If your wife is sure that you are not, then you are definitely not;"

"If your wife is hesitant or evasive, then you can be."

It's like a tongue twister, it makes your head hurt!

Cheng Xinghe frowned immediately and was about to get angry, but then he thought about it and suddenly something came to his mind. After thinking about it for a while, he felt that there was some truth in what he said.

A father may not be sure whether the child is his; but a mother must be sure that the child is hers!
No matter whose son he is, as long as his mother hesitates, he can be Lord Liu's child! - As long as his mother accompanied Lord Liu in the early stages of pregnancy, he can confuse people!
Cheng Xinghe bent his knuckles and made a final decision: "So we must find out where Madam has been in the past few months!"

Shan Yue kept nodding his head in a submissive manner.

Cheng Xinghe smiled and said, "You are quite smart."

Cheng Xinghe didn't realize how He, who was timid and honest at first, could make him happy with just a few words.

He just felt that He was a rare weak lady among the women in the Embroidery Tower who did not disgust him.

He didn't like women with delicate postures, but liked the domineering Mingzhu, who was cruel, mean, and arrogant, and who looked down on him, neglected him, and ordered him around.

Unfortunately, he only met one. The rest of the girls were gentle fools, delicate softies, and boring vases.
When the princess stretched his legs and raised his chin, his heart had already exhausted all the beatings of its remaining life!
He didn't want to have a child with that boring wife. What was the point of having a child? He compromised every day, pretending to be gentle and deceiving others. His wife was respectful and obedient, smiling and helping him prepare food and take concubines - the child born in this way would only be a docile ant!

Lin Yueyue was the woman who most resembled the princess he had ever met.

Although they look similar, their expressions are very different. It’s better than nothing!

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Cheng Daxing's funeral lasted until the sixth day. Although the elders of the Cheng family still wanted to investigate, they could not resist the daily wine, delicious food and flower card games that Cheng Xinghe arranged for them.

In addition, in the past few days, medicinal material merchants and medical clinics from Songjiang Prefecture and surrounding prefectures have arrived one after another. In the mourning hall, there were toasts and clinking of glasses. The guests rushed to their next business in front of Cheng Daxing's dead body.

Since ancient times, funerals in the world have been very strange - some people are crying, some are howling, some are cracking melon seeds, and some are drawing cards. It is extremely lively, with no sense of sadness or joy.

At least, no one cared where Cheng Daxing's widow had gone. All they cared about was business.

　There is one more to come.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)