Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 113 The True Cuckolded Body (2)

In the eyes of the servants and doormen of the Duke's mansion, Song Yan now carries misfortune with him at all times.

Ever since Song Yan got engaged to Luo Tianxuan, every time he returned to the Duke's mansion, someone in the mansion would suffer bad luck.

Xiao Cui.

Zhang Xiaoshan.

Song Zhen.

The only exception was the one that happened almost a month ago.

That time, after returning to the Duke's mansion, Song Yan didn't interact with anyone else, only talking to Yang Siyao for a long time, and no one died. Wait, it seems that the day after Song Yan left, twenty or thirty maids and servants inexplicably disappeared from the Duke's mansion.

Could it be that Song Yanke was also responsible?

Thinking about it this way, the doorman's face turned even uglier.

As the footsteps drew closer, even though she was terrified inside, she forced a smile onto her face.
"Ninth Young Master, Master is already waiting in the study."

Song Yan nodded but did not reply.

As Song Yan's figure gradually disappeared, Na Menzi finally let out a heavy sigh of relief, his pupils burning, only then realizing that sweat had rolled down his forehead and into his eyes without him noticing.

Upon entering the Duke's mansion, all the maids I encountered bowed respectfully, and upon closer inspection, I could even see that many of them were trembling. The days of being bullied in the Duke's mansion were finally over.

From afar, Song Yan could see that the study was still lit, with many figures inside, and the sounds of women talking could be heard from time to time.

As for Butler Wang, he stood guard outside the door.

This strange scene aroused some doubt in Song Yan's heart. Could it be that Song Hongtao was fooling around with his concubine in the study, while Wang, the steward, was guarding the door?

Butler Wang is already so old, isn't that a bit inappropriate?
With a strange feeling, Song Yan walked over. Butler Wang simply nodded to Song Yan without saying anything more. He then turned around and pushed open the door, revealing the situation inside the study to Song Yan.

There were indeed many women in the study, so much so that the fragrance of cosmetics was extremely strong. Song Yan felt an itch on the tip of his nose and had an urge to sneeze.

Of course, the scene hasn't deteriorated to the point of being beyond repair.

Most of the women were standing, while Lin Xiangwan, whom he had met before, stood behind Song Hongtao, her fingers gently kneading his shoulders.

It's clear that she's quite skilled.

Song Hongtao's face was full of relaxed and comfortable expression.

Besides Song Hongtao, there were two other women sitting in the study, their faces showing a hint of smugness.

The seven women were mostly in their twenties or thirties, with plump figures and only average looks. After all, Song Hongtao was already quite old, and what he valued most about these women was their fertility; their figures and appearances were secondary.

Upon hearing the commotion, everyone, including Song Hongtao, turned their gazes in that direction.

"Ninth Young Master is here, please have a seat." Lin Xiangwan was a good person, and a smile bloomed on her gentle face as she moved a chair aside: "Have you had dinner yet, Ninth Young Master? I'll have the kitchen prepare some."

Song Yan shook her head: "Thank you, Auntie, but there's no need."

The other concubines came over one by one to pay their respects, including the two who had been sitting there earlier.

Song Hongtao sat up straight, his face full of joy. The slight doubt in his heart had been suppressed by Song Hongtao.

He's come to terms with it. In this day and age, it's sometimes better to be a little oblivious if you want to make a living. As long as Song Yan's existence brings him and the Song family benefits, that's enough. Whether he's their biological son or not is no longer that important.

"Yan'er is back. She won't blame her father for taking a few more concubines, will she?" Song Hongtao said with a smile.

Song Yan laughed: "Since ancient times, only parents have given their orders. How can children interfere with their parents? That would be unfilial."

"Hehe, I'm glad Yan'er doesn't mind." Song Hongtao cleared his throat and spoke again: "When we were outside Songzhou City, Yan'er noticed that your concubine Lin was pregnant. Now that you're back, how about we give the other concubines a check-up as well?"

Song Yan did not reply, but his gaze swept across the faces of these women.

He could tell at a glance that the two concubines sitting there were pregnant; otherwise, there wouldn't have been just the two of them sitting there. Song Hongtao must have had the physician examine them immediately after he returned.

Tsk.

I thought Song Hongtao had been cuckolded again, but who would have thought it was the third time?

This is the true innate cuckold body! Compared to Song Hongtao, even Fang Jun has to step aside. This guy is either already wearing a cuckold's hat or on his way to wearing one.

The green on his head has never gone away all these years.

Thinking this, Song Yan looked at Song Hongtao with a pitiful expression.

Regardless, Song Yan still checked each of the concubines one by one.

"Yan'er, did the examination reveal anything?" Song Hongtao asked, rubbing his hands together, his eyes brimming with barely suppressed excitement.

Lin Xiangwan had already served the tea, and Song Yan took a sip, then pointed to one of the women sitting there: "This lady..."

"Her surname is Zhang, you can just call her Aunt Zhang," Song Hongtao said hastily.

"May I ask, when did Father find Aunt Zhang?" Song Yan asked, blinking.

Song Hongtao thought for a moment: "About twenty days ago."

"Before this, Father, did you have any marital relations with Aunt Zhang?" This question was somewhat inappropriate, but Song Yan clearly didn't care. Song Hongtao also vaguely sensed something was wrong, and his brows furrowed: "Absolutely not, Yan'er, what's wrong?"

Song Yan blew on the steam rising from the teacup: "In another eight months, she should be able to give birth to a big, healthy boy."

In an instant, Song Hongtao's face darkened. His fingers, which had been resting on the armrest, clenched involuntarily, his knuckles turning white, and his nails seemed to be scraping against the chair, making a creaking sound.

Her slightly plump body trembled slightly.

He wasn't particularly clever, but he was definitely not stupid either. How could he not understand the meaning behind Song Yan's words? In an instant, his eyes were filled with fierceness and resentment as he looked at Aunt Zhang. The anger and hatred he had felt from being fooled by Yang Miaoqing surged into his brain in a flash.

Aunt Zhang trembled, and her face turned deathly pale instantly.

Even Lin Xiangwan and another concubine surnamed Zhao had flickering eyes, stiff faces, and a hint of fear in their eyes.

Everyone knows that Song Yan is skilled in medicine, but no one would have imagined that he could even tell the month of pregnancy. That's terrifying.

His kindness and compassion had been completely worn away during his imprisonment.

As for the other women, they were all gloating.

"Of course, my medical skills may still be somewhat lacking. Father, you might as well find a few experienced doctors in the prefectural city. They should be able to estimate the time." Song Yan said gently, his tone as calm as ever, even though a single sentence could determine a person's life or death.

The concubine surnamed Zhang seemed to finally be awakened by these words, and knelt down on the ground with a thud: "Master, don't listen to his nonsense. Since I started living with you, I have never let any other man touch my body. This child is definitely yours."

She cried so bitterly.

But once Song Hongtao's suspicious nature takes hold, no one can stop him.

"Steward Wang, take her away first, and fetch a few doctors from the prefectural city later." With a heavy sigh, Song Hongtao said in a deep voice. Two guards walked in, each grabbing an arm, and dragged Zhang Yiniang out of the study. Zhang Yiniang, clearly not one to be easily fooled, panicked immediately.

"Master, Master, save me! This might be a child I had before my divorce... I really haven't betrayed you. If all else fails, please let me give birth to the child. It can bear the Song surname..."

He was cut off before he could finish speaking.

Ultimately, it was too noisy and unpleasant.

Song Hongtao's face turned even uglier. His words just now were practically an admission of guilt.

The thought that none of Yang Miaoqing's eight sons were his own, and that now that she had taken a concubine whose children were not his, made Song Hongtao feel as if he had swallowed two pounds of fly droppings.

Yang Miaoqing is one thing, at least she has the Yang family as her backer. But Zhang Shi, a woman from an ordinary commoner family, what makes you dare to scheme against the Duke's mansion?
He winked at the two guards, who immediately understood his meaning: he wanted to eliminate them. They simultaneously glanced at Song Yan; it was truly terrifying that someone had died on their return.

Originally, Song Hongtao was quite proud to know that three of his concubines were pregnant. He felt that he was still capable of getting women pregnant at his age, and he was quite proud of himself.

The more arrogant I was, the more painful it is now.

The repeated humiliations were driving Song Hongtao almost insane. He was breathing heavily, his gaze falling on Aunt Zhao. Just looking at Aunt Zhao's pale face, he already had a bad feeling: "Yan'er, is there anything else?"

There was something fishy about what he was saying, as if he was expecting something. But he couldn't care less about that now. He had already raised eight sons for others and really didn't want to raise any more children for others.

"Aunt Zhao, you're going a bit too far." Song Yan sighed and looked at the other woman speechlessly. "Three or four months along, right? Your belly is already showing, isn't it? I'm curious what excuse you're going to use in the future. Premature birth? Who has a baby that's three or four months premature?"

"They must usually tie it tightly with strips of cloth or something similar."

"I'm not afraid that the child's bones will be deformed after birth."

Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhao, whose body was already trembling, felt her vision go black and collapsed to the ground.

If Aunt Zhang still had any room to defend herself, then she had absolutely no chance.

Song Hongtao took a deep breath, desperately suppressing the agitation and madness in his heart. He waved his hand, and two more people came over and took Aunt Zhao away as well.

Song Hongtao was somewhat helpless. Was he born with a face that made women prone to having affairs?

Are they all treating him like a fool?

"Steward Wang, give the order to clean it up thoroughly."

Since he dared to deceive himself, then don't blame him for being ruthless.

The once peaceful study was now eerily silent, everyone pale-faced. They knew very well what Song Hongtao meant; it was… a matter of life and death.

At this moment, they finally understood that this seemingly easy-going and honest master could be extremely terrifying when he got angry. The little schemes in the hearts of some of the concubines vanished completely at this moment.

Song Hongtao slowly raised his head and looked at his last pregnant aunt, Lin Xiangwan, beside him.

His eyes were narrowed to slits, and his gaze seemed to carry a murderous intent.

The moment the gaze fell upon Lin Xiangwan, she felt a tremor run through her body. Her delicate face was devoid of color, and her eyes were filled with despair.

Subconsciously, Lin Xiangwan looked at Song Yan opposite her, and then saw Song Yan give her a strange smile.

Lin Xiangwan's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, he figured it out.

Just then, a voice entered the ears of everyone in the study: "Aunt Lin..."

"She's newly pregnant."

For the last hat, Song Yan didn't take it off, but instead... straightened it.

(End of this chapter)