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Chapter 387 Pregnant
"I am a twin."

Old Master Jin's eyes flashed, and he was already seven-tenths convinced.

In Chongqing, twins are considered an omen of bad luck, and many families who have twins will choose to kill one of the children.

However, some families who do not believe in superstitions will pretend that they have only given birth to one child and secretly send the other child to a temple or a relative's house. As long as the two places are far enough apart and no one knows that they are twins, it will be fine.

“As soon as I was born, my father sent me to my aunt’s house. This was because my aunt and uncle had been married for many years without having children, so they treated me as their own.”

The two families lived in the same prefecture of Xichang, but in villages under the jurisdiction of the eastern and western counties respectively. The distance between them was neither too far nor too close. If they deliberately avoided each other, they would hardly ever meet in their entire lives.

“When I was five years old, my biological parents came to visit and I learned this secret. From then on, every few months, my sister and I would take turns living at our parents’ house and our aunt’s house.”

“When the Yang family came to chase us, it happened to be my turn at home. On the way to escape, my uncle and sister came to exchange me. When my sister saw that my mother insisted on sending my father home for burial, she told my uncle to take me away quickly, saying that after burying my father, she and my mother would come to my aunt’s house.”

"After I returned home, I waited for a long time but my mother and sister did not come. It was not until my uncle went to the prefectural city to inquire about the news that I learned that everyone in Linshui Village had been wiped out!"

“My aunt and uncle were afraid that the Yang family would come looking for us, so they took me to my aunt’s husband’s house and lied to them that my parents had died long ago and that I was found on the road.”

"Later, my uncle, aunt, and grandparents all fell ill and passed away, leaving me all alone in the world. What else could I have to fear? So I sold my house and traveled all the way from Shuzhou to Suzhou, just to avenge my parents and sister!"

Wang Yuniang kowtowed heavily to the ground, "I am willing to pay any price, just beg you, sir, to lend me a helping hand and help me avenge my blood feud!"

Grandpa Jin stroked the glass teacup in his hand without saying a word, and Wang Yuniang did not urge him, remaining motionless in her kneeling position.

Jin Ge tried to speak several times, but was silenced by the gaze of Old Master Jin.

The silence in the room was broken only when the steward returned from retrieving the account books.

Grandpa Jin opened the thick ledger and looked at the entries on it. His eyes grew brighter and brighter. After reading through the entire ledger, Grandpa Jin was convinced that the Yang family had colluded with the State of Wei to privately open an iron mine.

"You should get up first."

Wang Yuniang remained still.

"This matter is of great importance, and so many years have passed. The Yang family may have already covered it up perfectly. It would be very difficult to bring down the Yang family with just an account book."

Wang Yuniang slightly raised her head, looking at Old Master Jin with a face full of despair and expectation.

"However, if used properly, it is still possible to find the people who colluded with the State of Wei to open iron mines privately and publicly back then."

Wang Yuniang was overjoyed, "I only ask that the mastermind behind the deaths of people in Linshui Village be found and made to pay with his life!"

“Alright, I agree,” Old Master Jin said, looking at the steward. “You shall settle Miss Wang properly, and no one shall approach her without my order.”

“Yes,” the steward said. “Miss Wang, please.”

Wang Yuniang kowtowed three times to Old Master Jin before following the steward downstairs.

After everyone had gone some distance, Jin Ge couldn't wait to ask, "Grandfather, when do we make our move?"

"What action?"

"Isn't Grandfather planning to take this opportunity to bring down the Yang family?"

"Only a few people died in Linshui Village. The Yang family can easily suppress this matter by sending out a few stewards."

Jin Ge said urgently, "But the Yang family is privately operating an iron mine."

Old Master Jin sneered, "Illegally operating an iron mine? Which powerful family doesn't operate mines illegally? The Jin family owns several mines. If the Yang family is prosecuted for illegally operating an iron mine, the Jin family won't escape either!" Jin Ge was stunned, extremely disappointed, "Then are we just going to let this rare opportunity slip by?"

"This is none of your business," Old Master Jin waved him away, "Just remember to keep this to yourself. If a fifth person finds out, I won't let you off the hook!"

Jin Ge stepped down, feeling frustrated.

Old Master Jin stood up, personally locked the account books in a secret compartment of his study, and then sent a trusted steward to Shuzhou to investigate.

Wuqixianshan Farm in Minzhou.

Travel-worn Wu Yi'er rode into the manor. "Miss, the account books have been taken by the Jin family."

Tang Zhao nodded. "I understand. Xia Mo made some chilled plum soup. I asked her to save a portion. You can take your men to drink it."

Upon hearing that there would be cool, sweet and sour plum soup, Wu Yi'er felt most of his fatigue from the journey disappear. After expressing his gratitude, he happily led his men to the kitchen, only to unexpectedly run into Gu Ci there.

“Son-in-law,” Wu Yi’er exclaimed, his eyes wide. “What are you doing here?” And dressed like that?

Gu Ci, dressed in short clothes with sleeves rolled up to his arms and a floral apron tied around his waist, stood in front of a steaming earthenware pot, holding a soup ladle in his left hand and iron tongs in his right. He carefully stirred the charcoal fire in the stove while tasting the ginseng and chicken soup in the pot, so busy that he didn't even spare a glance for Wu Yi'er.

Wu Yier leaned close to Xia Mo and winked at her.

Xia Mo couldn't stop smiling as she shared her joy, "The girl is pregnant!"

Wu Yi'er was stunned for a long time before he reacted, then exclaimed with joy, "The Protector General's Mansion has an heir?"

Gu Ci stepped aside to protect the pottery jar, glancing disapprovingly at Wu Yi'er, who was jumping around, "Who gave you permission to enter the kitchen without washing it first?"

If he accidentally splashes dust from his clothes into the chicken soup, he'll kill Wu Yi'er and stew him in soup!
Wu Yier glanced down at his dusty clothes and boots, and then remembered that he had just met the girl like this. His face turned pale. He didn't even bother to drink the plum soup. He led his men back to the house, grabbed clean clothes, and ran to the river outside the farm to bathe.

"Son-in-law, the chicken soup is ready!"

Gu Ci suppressed his displeasure, carefully poured the chicken soup from the earthenware pot into a bowl, and personally carried it to his bedroom.

"Miss, the young master is back!" Qiu Yu, who was keeping watch in the courtyard, saw Gu Ci from afar, lifted her skirt and ran into the house.

Tang Zhao put the account book in the drawer, tidied up the messy desk, and then ran to bed at top speed, pulled up the covers, and picked up the storybook by his pillow to read.

Qiu Yu neatly arranged the shoes, then sat on the edge of the bed and fanned Tang Zhao with a fan.

As soon as Gu Ci entered the inner room, he saw Tang Zhao lying obediently on the bed, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. A smile appeared on his face, which had been tense for days.

Qiu Yu wisely retreated to the outside of the courtyard.

Tang Zhao looked at the soup bowl on the tray and pouted, "Drinking again?"

This is already my fourth bowl today!

Gu Ci sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, blew on it to cool it down, and then brought it to Tang Zhao's lips, coaxing, "Zhao Zhao, be good, this is the last bowl."

"You said the same thing when we had duck and vermicelli soup at noon!" Tang Zhao protested.

Gu Ci: "Your body is weak, you should drink more soup to nourish yourself."

Tang Zhao's eyes widened. "I'm weak?"