Chapter 93 - Song Hongtao's Sterilization

Mother.

Father.

To Song Yan, these were originally somewhat unfamiliar words. But now, a bit of curiosity had suddenly appeared in his heart.

Yang Miaoqing coughed twice more. Some bloody foam trickled down from her lips to her chin. Her body had almost no strength left, but she still struggled to raise her arm and wipe the filth from her chin.

It was as if she were holding on to her last bit of dignity.

Then she smiled: "I do know some things. But do you think I will tell you?"

Her weak voice held a kind of mockery and persistence.

Yang Miaoqing just wanted to make him and Song Hongtao turn against each other, preferably to the point of ruining the Song family. As long as she let Song Yan know that Mei Xue had been deceived and abducted by Song Hongtao, and that Song Hongtao bore a share of the responsibility for Mei Xue's death, that was enough. With Song Yan's vengeful personality, Song Hongtao's end would naturally not be a good one.

As for other information that might be useful to Song Yan, how could she reveal too much?

Song Yan felt no disappointment in his heart.

He had feelings for this mother, Mei Xue.

But his father—Song Yan didn't really care much. It didn't matter if he couldn't find him. In fact, he had no intention of searching for his relatives at all. If they didn't exist, then that was one less thing to worry about, which was better.

"Recently, has Song Hongtao been particularly doting and trusting of you, and has he even revealed signs more than once of wanting to pass the Duke's title to you?"

"Although you are just a live-in son-in-law, if you are the only son left, this title will be yours even if it isn't."

"But, do you think Song Hongtao knows your real origin?"

Song Yan raised his eyebrows. Interesting. He had underestimated this Lord Duke a little.

"Song Hongtao has never thought of letting you inherit the Duke's title. Do you know what Song Hongtao has been doing during this time? For the past half month, he has been lingering in the brothels almost all the time."

"Or, he is seeking out those women who have already had children, using money to buy these women from their husbands and keeping them as mistresses."

Huh?

Song Yan was a little surprised.

What is this, the 'Legacy of Cao Cao'?

"Because these women have given birth before, it proves they have the ability to bear children. He wants to take advantage of the fact that he still has some strength left to sire a few more sons."

Song Yan suddenly understood.

Indeed.

Throughout history, before the Ming or Song Dynasties, widows who had already borne children were actually quite popular.

Especially during the Qin and Han Dynasties, a woman who had borne children proved she was fertile. As long as she wasn't too old, she was more sought after than a young, childless widow, or even a young virgin.

After all, at that time, carrying on the family line was considered the top priority.

Although Yang Miaoqing was unwilling to reveal too much, as long as she opened her mouth, Song Yan could still ultimately get some useful information from between the lines.

Song Hongtao starting to keep mistresses was something that only happened in the last half month.

No wonder, during this period, whenever Song Yan wanted to find him to ask about Song An, he could never find the man. He was probably 'plowing the fields' at some mistress's place.

This point alone was enough to show that Song Hongtao had only recently learned of his true origin. Half a month ago, Song Hongtao should have genuinely thought that I was his only biological son.

That is to say, something happened half a month ago that let Song Hongtao know his (Song Yan's) true origin.

The thought that all his sons were not his own, heaven knows what Song Hongtao must have felt at that time. It was no less than the sky falling. He might have been decadent for a period, but he quickly pulled himself together, dragging his old body in an attempt to sire a new child.

What exactly happened half a month ago?

When he was withdrawing money at the money house, he was assassinated.

Before that, he had met his fourth brother, Song An.

Besides the one hundred thousand taels of bank drafts, the box Song An gave him also had a slip of paper with the two words 'Dongling' on it.

Song An returned to the Duke's mansion, and then Song Hongtao started avoiding him and keeping mistresses.

Looked at this way, the source of the matter was very likely Song An. Even though Song Yan felt his ability to analyze problems was pretty good, at this moment, he felt it was a tangled mess.

What exactly did this Song An want to do? His actions were full of contradictions. It was as if he simply wanted to make a pool of muddy water even murkier.

Don't waste brain cells on things you can't figure out. With that, his furrowed brow relaxed.

"Why aren't you angry?" Yang Miaoqing's throat moved. She failed to see the expression she wanted on Song Yan's face—whether it was anger or despair, there was nothing.

Very calm.

So calm it was as if he were just a joke.

"Why should I be angry? On the contrary, you should be the disappointed one, right? You did so much just to make Song Hongtao lose all his descendants, didn't you? A pity, now Song Hongtao is going to have his own biological heir," Song Yan smiled.

Yang Miaoqing shook her head:

"Impossible. Song Hongtao can never have a biological child. After we were married, I slowly added certain things to Song Hongtao's food. If you eat too much of some things, it will harm the body. After just a few years, although Song Hongtao could still favor his concubines and go to the brothels to have fun, he would no longer have the ability to reproduce."

So much of the night had passed, but it wasn't until this moment that Song Yan was truly shocked.

What a venomous method.

I never thought that this kind of drug would exist in this ancient era. What would you call this? Spermicide? Ligation?

Or another sense of castration? Sterilization?

And of all people, Song Hongtao couldn't detect it at all, thinking he was a normal man.

This time, he was truly going to lose all his descendants.

This woman was truly ruthless enough.

Even Song Yan felt a little horrified.

Yang Shi seemed to have also thought of this point, and the smile on her face deepened.

"If those mistresses don't get pregnant after all this time, that's one thing. But if one of them really does get pregnant, then that means Song Hongtao has been cuckolded again... haha, hahahaha..."

A crazed laugh.

That Song Hongtao is either being cuckolded or on the way to being cuckolded. How pitiful.

After a burst of violent laughter, it was as if all the strength had been drained from Yang Shi. Her whole person lay on the ground, panting. Her eyes also gradually turned ashen and empty.

The last knife had been sent out.

As for whose heart this knife would pierce, she would not be able to see it.

Song Yan knew she would not say anything more, so he wasted no more time.

Pfft.

The body of the blade was completely submerged.

Her heart was pierced through.

Yang Miaoqing's body trembled slightly, and soon, there was no more sound.

Some blood sprayed onto his hand, and slowly dripped down from Song Yan's fingers.

Gu Banxia approached from behind, took Song Yan's wrist, and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe the blood from his hand.

"Young Master-in-law..."

"Don't be sad."

It was still that same gentle voice, as if it could melt away all sorrow.

A smile appeared on Song Yan's calm face. He had wanted to stroke Gu Banxia's hair, but thinking of the blood on his hand, he decided against it.

He wasn't sad, and he certainly wouldn't feel inferior. In fact, he felt this was great. After all, the fact that the Song family's blood flowed in his body had always been the thing he hated most about himself.

Let's not talk about whether Yang Miaoqing's words were true or false for now. In short, at this moment, he really felt a lot more relaxed.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

"And don't wipe it anymore." Song Yan forcefully stretched his arm:

"After all, there are still many people to kill!"

Putting other things aside, those several thousand Wokou—if even one of them were to live, Song Yan would feel ashamed.

Thinking this, he walked towards the outside of the dungeon.

His steps were light.

Gu Banxia, Luo Tianyi, and Yang Siyao all followed behind with some worry, looking at Song Yan's back. But as they watched, the expressions on all three women's faces changed. They only felt that the aura on Song Yan's body was growing stronger and stronger.

His internal breath, like ripples, spread out from the center of his body, to the point that the air itself became a little distorted.

It wasn't until it reached a certain level that it suddenly converged inward.

The moonlight fell on Song Yan's body. His skin actually gave off a luster like that of bronze.

Bronze Skin!

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