Chapter 92 - You Aren't His Son Either

A person's skull is actually quite hard, but no matter how hard the bone, it can't withstand that kind of abuse.

Some red and white matter was stuck to his hand, which made Song Yan feel a little disgusted. He wiped it on the wall. The corpse was still twitching. Blood gushed out from the cracks, and in a short time, there was a large pool.

Song Yan let out a breath.

The pent-up frustration in his chest seemed to have been released a little.

Actually, if he could, he wouldn't have been prepared to kill Song Zhen so quickly. Although he had a broken arm and leg and was locked in a dungeon for a month, and seemed to have suffered a lot, compared to what he had experienced, what was it worth mentioning?

In the end, he had gotten off too easily.

Actually, Song Yan had once thought that one day he would build a dark room and lock Song Zhen up. When he was bored, he would go and cut him a little. It's just that he still had many things to do and really didn't have much time to waste on this kind of trash.

The moment Song Zhen died, Yang Miaoqing's body trembled slightly, but she was no longer out of control like before.

Perhaps the words Song Zhen had just spoken had caused too much harm to Yang Miaoqing. She probably never would have thought that the son she doted on the very, very most would heartlessly sell her out at the final moment in order to live.

It could also be that she knew her fate of death was already unchangeable.

Since that was the case, then dying a little earlier was also a release.

Her originally still-charming face was now also filthy. With a smile that seemed foolish, Yang Miaoqing with great difficulty moved her body and slowly crawled to the side of Song Zhen's corpse. Her hands reached out, as if wanting to scoop up something from the ground, but she couldn't do anything.

"My son..."

"Don't be afraid, Mother will be with you soon." Yang Miaoqing smiled: "Even when we get to the underworld, Mother will protect you."

Murmuring.

Groaning.

Smiling.

Slowly, Yang Miaoqing raised her head to look at Song Yan. It's just that in her eyes, not much hatred could be seen anymore. There was only release, and also a hint of mockery:

"You were right. I am a bitch."

"Zhen'er is a bastard."

"But how much better do you think you are? You are also a bastard."

"You aren't Song Hongtao's biological son either."

Boom!

Yang Miaoqing's sudden sentence was like a clap of thunder exploding in everyone's ears.

Song Yan's pupils shrank, and his brow suddenly furrowed. Behind him, the faces of Gu Banxia, Luo Tianyi, and Yang Siyao also changed. None of them had expected that Yang Miaoqing could still say such a thing before she died.

Looking at Song Yan, the smile on Yang Miaoqing's face grew thicker and thicker, more and more crazed. She was going to die, but how could her dying alone be enough? She had to have more people come down to accompany her.

"Do you know about your mother? Mei Xue. She was abducted by Song Hongtao."

Song Yan just listened quietly.

Regarding his mother's affairs, he actually didn't know much.

His mother had never spoken of her life before entering the Duke's mansion. For so many years, no relatives had ever visited, as if she had always been alone. Even the underlings in the Duke's mansion would never discuss this matter.

Of course, Song Yan knew very well that Yang Miaoqing was being deliberate. She just wanted to leave a sharp thorn between him and Song Hongtao that could never be pulled out. This woman was quite a formidable character.

At a time like this, she still wanted to make him and Song Hongtao turn against each other. If she could use his hand to kill Song Hongtao, Yang Miaoqing would probably laugh out loud with excitement even in the underworld.

But this time, Yang Miaoqing had miscalculated.

For Song Yan, the so-called father-son bond simply did not exist.

Song Hongtao was to be killed sooner or later.

In fact, Song Yan was very happy to hear this news. If there was no blood relationship between him and Song Hongtao, that would be truly great. In that case, when he made his move, he would have even less hesitation.

His expression was serene. He just silently watched Yang Miaoqing. That expression made Yang Miaoqing unable to help but feel enraged.

Why?

Why did he not lose control in the slightest even after hearing such news?

Yang Miaoqing was not resigned. So she spoke again.

"Your mother was supposed to be a young miss from a great household. Although I don't know the reason, at that time she should have been fleeing from a disaster, with only an old male servant and a little girl by her side."

That little girl was Song Yan's missing elder sister.

Song Yan had always thought that his mother had been in the Duke Song's mansion for many years, and that his sister was also his mother's and Song Hongtao's child. Now it seemed the situation was not that simple.

"Song Hongtao saw that your mother was beautiful, so he secretly instructed people to kill that old servant. He then appeared to 'rescue' your mother, and then told her that if she followed him, he would guarantee her a life of comfort, and even that little girl could live."

Yang Miaoqing smiled, her voice shrill:

"Perhaps because there was no better choice, your mother agreed."

"It's just that Song Hongtao is fickle and faithless, always loving the new and loathing the old. After he got your mother, he quickly lost interest. Even after she gave birth to you, his son, he didn't care much."

"The promised life of comfort naturally didn't exist either."

"Your mother didn't care much either. She just lived peacefully with you and your sister in that small courtyard, as if as long as she could survive, it was fine."

Yang Miaoqing's body seemed unable to hold on for much longer. The knife was still stuck in her abdomen and had not been pulled out. But after bleeding for so long, it was becoming unbearable for Yang Miaoqing.

Most importantly, the knife had pierced her internal organs. She coughed a few times, and some bloody foam seeped from the corners of her mouth. Her face looked even paler, and even her eyes were a bit unfocused.

But even so, she still struggled to hold on. If she couldn't make the Song family fall to ruin, she wouldn't be able to rest in peace even in death.

Gasping for a few breaths, Yang Miaoqing let out a 'heh' and smiled: "Actually, we were all deceived by your mother."

"She is the smartest one."

"The mountain bandits who killed the old servant, she had long known they were arranged by Song Hongtao."

"But in order to let that little girl and you live, she pretended that nothing had ever happened."

"That's right. When Song Hongtao met your mother, she was already pregnant. That poor fool Song Hongtao didn't know anything from beginning to end.”

"In order to save your lives, she could be considered to have endured humiliation and carried a heavy burden."

"These past few years, although she was trapped in the small courtyard, she still tried every possible way to send your sister out of the Duke's mansion. She knew that in a place like the Duke's mansion, no one could live for long. She originally wanted to send you out too, but it's a pity I made my move a little too early. Left with no choice, that bitch Mei Xue started to feign madness."

Song Yan's body trembled violently.

Mother's madness was faked?

"That bitch, she fooled me for several years. I thought she had really gone mad, so I temporarily let her go, and you were able to grow up to the age of nine."

"It wasn't until the second time I prepared to make a move on you two that she suddenly sought me out. Only then did I know she was feigning madness, and only then did I know you are not Song Hongtao's child. She said she was willing to trade her life to let you live on. Anyway, you are not of Song Hongtao's bloodline and pose no threat to my children."

The dungeon was very quiet.

Occasionally, a night wind would blow past, making a whooosh sound.

In this bizarre environment, Yang Miaoqing's gasps and her shrill voice were like a vicious ghost, making one's scalp tingle. No one spoke. Their gazes were focused on Yang Miaoqing, as if wanting to hear what else this woman could say.

Yang Miaoqing was gasping for breath with effort, but her throat seemed to be blocked by the constantly welling up bloody foam, to the point that her voice was a rasping sound:

"I told Mei Xue, since you are not Song Hongtao's son, then I won't bother with you."

"But Mei Xue obviously didn't believe my words. And then the next day, she died. She was a clever one. The concubine had just died; if the concubine's son also died, then I would never be able to clear my name."

"Although I wasn't clean to begin with."

"Plus, you were only nine at the time. What threat could a nine-year-old brat pose? So I let you live for a few more years. By the time I was finally ready to make a move on you again, you had already grown up, and ordinary methods were no longer effective against you."

"I really regret it. Because you weren't Song Hongtao's seed, I went easy on you. Otherwise, you should have died long ago. Died."

At this instant, Song Yan only felt as if something was blocking his chest, making it unbearably oppressive.

Mother had eaten that food even knowing that it was poisoned.

Just to let him live.

After a long while, he let out a heavy breath, his expression still as calm as water.

“My mother, what exactly was her identity?"

"My real father, who is he?”

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