Listening to her daughter's heartfelt words, the pregnant Lady Hou went on a killing spree.

Yes, how could she forget about Ji Yueru?

"I won't go, sir! I won't go! No one can force me!"

Chunhua didn't care whether Ji Chunjiao was willing or not. She rushed out like a cheetah released from a bow, her movements so fast that even the constables next to her couldn't react in time.

By the time she realized what was happening, Ji Chunjiao had already been forced by Chunhua to stand in front of the table. The yamen runners approached with knives, their movements perfunctory. They also wanted to see if the eldest daughter of the Ji family was indeed Madam Ji's biological daughter.

Chunhua picked up the knife, and everyone's eyes followed it. No matter how much Ji Chunjiao struggled, she couldn't free her hand from Chunhua's grasp.

"Let me go! I don't want to, I don't want a blood test!"

As the knife drew closer, Ji Chunjiao's eyes were filled with terror. If it were truly discovered that she and Chen were not biologically related, she would absolutely not be able to bear the consequences.

[Mother, people from the Prince of Qingyang's residence have arrived.]

"stop!"

A shout of "Forgive me!" came from the crowd of onlookers outside, followed by the swift movement of an arrow.

The arrow collided with the knife, sparks flying. Chunhua lost her grip, and the knife clattered back onto the table.

Everyone looked out of the lobby.

The onlookers dispersed to both sides, and a maidservant dressed as a servant woman stepped out from among them, followed by a martial arts maid in a tight-fitting outfit.

Ji Chunjiao's eyes lit up when she saw the person who came.

"Granny Fan, save me!"

The person who came was none other than the personal nanny of Princess Qingyang, and the maid Qingque following behind her was a female bodyguard whom Prince Qingyang had specially requested from the emperor to protect Princess Qingyang.

"Princess Consort, please do not panic. This old servant is here on the orders of the Princess to bring you back to the manor."

The former heir has passed away, and the current heir of the Qingyang Prince's Mansion has changed. However, the Princess of Qingyang is always more tolerant of her eldest daughter-in-law, considering that she spent a year at a nunnery to pray for her son.

If it is truly proven that the late Crown Princess was not born to Madam Ji, this matter will only bring harm and no benefit to the late Crown Princess. Princess Qingyang will naturally lend a hand, as she can clearly distinguish who is related to whom.

It seems the test won't be possible today.

Ji Chunjiao's eyes were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, but they underestimated Chunhua.

Other maids would have given up after careful consideration, but Chunhua was different. She only listened to her mistress and carried out her mistress's orders thoroughly.

Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was not on her, Chunhua quickly picked up the knife on the table and slashed it.

Ji Chunjiao felt a sharp pain in her fingers and looked down to see that her hand had been pulled onto the bowl.

"No!"

【Spring Flower is so cute!】

Qingque made a move; her target was the bowl in the middle of the hall. Destroying the bowl would achieve the same goal.

Seeing Qingque rushing towards her, Chunhua threw Ji Chunjiao to block Qingque's attack.

Qingque's eyes turned cold. He's asking for death!

Pushing Ji Chunjiao aside, he leaped into the air and launched a spinning kick at Chunhua, the kick seemingly carrying the force of thunder.

Chunhua knew she couldn't dodge this kick.

Ji Yue Ru shouted anxiously.

"Spring flowers, get out of the way!"

[Be careful, spring flowers!]

But Chunhua was stubborn; she turned her back to Qingque and fiercely protected the table.

Qingque kicked Chunhua squarely in the back; an ordinary person would surely have died on the spot.

Chunhua gripped the table tightly with both hands, the veins on the back of her hands bulging.

Due to inertia, she slid forward along with the table she was protecting, only managing to stabilize herself after sliding directly under the desk of the Prefect of the Capital.

Those who were close enough could almost hear the sound of bones cracking, and everyone stared at Chunhua with shock in their eyes.

Is this person out of their mind?

At this moment, Chunhua felt a metallic taste in her throat, and she swallowed back the blood that was about to gush out. She looked down at the two distinct drops of blood in the bowl, then looked up and smiled at the Prefect of the Capital.

His teeth were covered in blood when he smiled.

"My lord, blood is incompatible."

When Qingque moved, Ji Yueru also moved, but she was not as fast as Qingque.

At this moment, she had already walked behind Chunhua and shielded her completely, but her eyes were fixed on Qingque to prevent her from making any further moves.

If it happened again, she couldn't guarantee Chunhua would still be alive.

"Granny Fan, this is the court of the Jingzhao Prefecture, not the Qingyang Prince's Mansion. Please keep your servants in check."

Granny Fan sighed inwardly. The maid's shouts of blood feud had been heard throughout the hall, even by the common people outside. Her side had already lost the initiative.

"Bluebird, come back."

She messed up the job, and she will go back and accept the punishment from the princess.

To be honest, Qingque looked down on Ji Chunjiao, but since she was her master, she had no choice but to help her up and move her aside.

Chen had already arrived in front of the bowl, her eyes fixed on the two drops of blood in it, which showed no signs of mixing.

Fearing someone might cheat, he even dipped his finger into the water, tasted it, and confirmed it was indeed clear water with no other taste or anything that felt off.

Chen was somewhat dazed, looking at the Prefect of the Capital with hopeful eyes.

"Lord Zhang, is it possible for a biological mother and daughter to be incompatible due to blood ties?"

Lord Zhang felt a pang of pity and said nothing.

Anyone would find it hard to accept that the daughter they've cherished for over twenty years isn't their biological child.

Moreover, it was common knowledge in the capital that Madam Chen was very good to her eldest daughter, and how badly she treated her second daughter.

Ji Xian stepped forward and helped the person up.

"Madam, this must be that rebellious daughter's doing. Jiaojiao can't possibly not be your biological daughter."

"Master, if Jiaojiao isn't my biological daughter, then who is? What about my daughter?"

Chen mumbled incoherently.

"Mother, you don't need to ask Father, you should ask me. I know where my sister is."

"Shut up! You unfilial daughter! It's all your fault that caused this mess. Without you, the three of us would be doing just fine."

"Tell me, tell me where my daughter is?"

Even with a bit of guesswork, Ji Yueru could still figure out what Chen was talking about.

"Mother, think carefully. Who else in the household was born on the same day, month, and year as my eldest sister?"

When Chen realized what her second daughter meant, it was like a thunderbolt had struck her head, leaving her stunned and frozen on the spot.

No, that's impossible.

Could Aunt Qiu have given birth to my daughter?!

Ms. Chen couldn't believe it, and her whole body began to sway precariously.

All that had happened before forced her to believe one fact: the woman beside Aunt Qiu was her biological daughter.

No wonder, no wonder Aunt Qiu always remained indifferent no matter how much she abused her daughter.

So that was her biological daughter.

Chen knelt on the ground, her hands gripping the front of her clothes tightly, a sharp pain shooting through her chest.

"ah……!"

A shout came from Chen's mouth; at this moment, Chen was like a trapped mother beast.

It's so heartbreaking that anyone who hears about it will be saddened, and anyone who sees it will be moved to tears.

"Little Grass, my daughter, waaaaah...!"

Not long after she finished her postpartum confinement, Aunt Qiu brought the baby to her and asked her to name it. At that time, she was lying on the bed and casually glanced outside the courtyard, looking down at the infant in Qiu Yi's arms.

"Let's call him Little Grass."

Thinking of this, Chen felt her heart was breaking. Her daughter, from birth to death, only had the nickname "Little Grass," and was always malnourished and skin and bones.

As she recalled how her daughter had died, Chen felt as if a knife was twisting in her heart.