Jing Yushu shook her head immediately, she didn't say it! She - she was just too anxious - could she pretend that she didn't hear it?

Mrs. Jing looked at her: "Yu Shu, Yu Shu looked at me."

Jing Yushu quietly poked her head out, and wanted to retreat in fear.

"Yu Shu!"

Jing Yushu lifted the quilt and showed her eyes: "I...I...I'm just guessing..." Under the mother's gaze, the voice became lower and lower, and finally tears fell without being under heavy pressure. She couldn't hold on anymore. The secret was pressed in her heart, and she couldn't hold on.

She felt that she had no shame to see Brother Di Lu, and she had no shame to see Brother Di Lu: "Mom, I don't know, I don't know, I'm going to be confused now. At the beginning, Brother Di Lu didn't want to save me. He didn't want to save me at all. I was beaten to death. He didn't want to save me. He was... He was just because of his legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Jing's Mansion. He looked at me with the eyes of his brother looking at his sister, but it was not all. It seemed that it was because of my identity and I could save me as much as I could. Later, the two of me heard them say, 'We have bullied my sister, and even your mother is under their control. The person who pretended to be your legitimate son can immediately enter the Ministry of Rites by your rented identity. If you don't go back and see it. Mom, what do you mean by them? Are you saying that my brother is talking about second brother! What sister, who am I from? Who is my elder brother?"

Mrs. Jing looked at her daughter in shock, never thinking about this ridiculous possibility.

"They didn't avoid me at all. When they mentioned our family, they were contemptuous. If Brother Di Lu was the eldest brother, he wouldn't seem to come back to recognize you and your father, and he didn't even intend to say this. They said they would come back and disgusted Aunt Hua for a while. Mom, is my eldest brother my eldest brother? Now there is a mother who can tell me, otherwise I would really think my second brother is the eldest brother..." Jing Yushu cried in fear. What if the eldest brother was not the eldest brother?

Mrs. Jing was stunned and her daughter threw herself into her without any reaction. This was too ridiculous and it was absolutely impossible to be true!

But I couldn't help but try to recall whether my son had left her sight when he was born, not just because he had left her. After giving birth to the eldest son, she was weak and almost fainted after giving birth, and she didn't have time to see the child.

She woke up again and it was already midnight, and there were too many things she could do for such a long time.

So... Mrs. Jing's eyes were red and she turned her head blankly to look at her daughter.

Jing Yushu was a little scared: What's wrong with mom?

Mrs. Jing seemed to have been sucked away by someone: Is this true? But in my mind, who was there when she gave birth, the midwife who delivered the child and a few loyal servants in her room...

Mrs. Jing was shocked!

"Mom...Mom..."

Mrs. Jing held her daughter's hand tightly and needed to support her courage to think about it. Mrs. Jing had never thought about this problem over the years, but now she realized that except for the nanny who had been taking care of her, the other ones were no longer there?

Why aren't it anymore? When I saw her having a eldest child that day, I left the human affairs, and the midwife was even more dead when her second child died. What about the people around Aunt Hua?

Only then did Mrs. Jing realize that she couldn't remember when the old man who followed Aunt Hua left and why she sent it away.

Mrs. Jing was cold all over.

Jing Yushu held her mother's hand in fear: Did she say something she shouldn't say, did she get into trouble?

Mrs. Jing's mind was full of the things that happened back then. Logically speaking, all the mothers and servants on the day of childbirth were their own people, and no one dared to do anything. If it were Aunt Hua who had been in the mansion for many years, what if there were people with higher status who agreed to this matter that day!

Jing Yushu rushed to her mother's hand and trembled: "Mom...Mom..."

She used to think that in order to survive, Aunt Hua was cautious in this house and tried to please her. But what if the nominal legitimate son of the Jing family was her son! The child she sent away was her own! All her actions were not more explained!

Mrs. Jing was even more creepy! She was so angry...

"Mom, mom, I am Yushu, I am Yushu--"

Mrs. Jing looked at her little daughter blankly, and could not hear anything... Why did Shu'er cry so sadly...

Jing Yushu shook even harder: "Mom--Mom! Talking, Mom--"

Mrs. Jing stretched out her hand to stroke her daughter's crying eyes, the scars on her face, the warm tears, and the anxiety of grief were exchanged for a little of hers.

"mother--"

Mrs. Jing heard the name pressing on her like a daughter: "Shu'er..."

Jing Yushu threw herself into her mother's arms and hugged her waist tightly.

Mrs. Jing would hold her, and only at this moment could she take a breath: "Do you have anything to hide from your mother?"

Jing Yushu shook her head, no, she dared not say anything more.

Mrs. Jing stroked her hair little by little. Yushu was not a targetless child, and it was even more impossible for her to suspect that her elder brother was not a elder brother because of a few words. What must have happened, which forced her to think like this: "Be good, you are still young and don't understand many things, so as not to be used by someone who is interested. If you have anything to say to your mother first, let her judge whether it's okay."

But: "Mom..." Jing Yushu looked at her mother who was gentler again, but just now...

"I believe in Mom, Mom doesn't like being kept in the dark." If Shu'er is not a daughter, would she die at birth?

This idea circled in my mind uncontrollably.

Jing Yushu looked at her eyes, and was entangled for a moment, and finally spoke under her gentle touch: "Didn't my mother ask me why I got lost? Aunt Hua told her daughter that if I kneel for two more hours before praying for a child, the little niece would be smarter and cute. I just wanted to avoid my mother and kneel for two more hours. At that time, the child's smart mother also started. As a result, the stone table in the hall suddenly moved, and I ran to the door, and I screamed hard, but it didn't work at all. Mom, I didn't think so much at first, but was this a coincidence..."

Mrs. Jing grabbed her daughter's hand tightly: "Why are you talking now, why are you talking now..." Her poor daughter, poor daughter.

"Di...Di Ge doesn't let me say it, and the people around me don't let me say it. They say they want to grind slowly, mom..."

Mrs. Jing felt that she was not worthy of being a mother! Her chest was so angry that she was ups and downs. She actually dared to hide the truth from the world, again and again! Even her children dared to plan, and she was sad that she would come to serve the disease! She was not afraid of being exposed!

Mrs. Jing wished she could catch Aunt Hua and beat her to death on the spot, throw her children out and fend for themselves!

"Mom, isn't Brother Qi Sheng really my elder brother?"

Mrs. Jing's lips trembled but had no face to answer. How could she be like a fool in the past few years and raises children for others. She feels pitiful? Her children are thrown away but are complacent, and she feels guilty of her continuous kindness!

Ha! Now it seems that I am just a fool, being played with in my hands.

"mother……"

She would personally investigate this matter so that she could know who dares... Mrs. Jing felt that her ruthless words were meaningless. It has been twenty years since she found out what it would be useful...

Mrs. Jing hopes that all this is fake, the person she has put in her hard work or the person she has let down... Thinking of the child who has not taken care of for a day and being anxious when she hears his "death news", she feels ashamed.

If it is true, what kind of resentment the child has towards her, and what kind of life he lives when he doesn't know, where he doesn't know.

The person named Hua dared to do such a thing. He would definitely not slander the child. Moreover, how did he survive outside, what kind of life he lived before he died, is he not as good as death? He is still so young that he doesn't even have the idea of ​​resisting, and he has to please his enemies again and again.

Mrs. Jing thought about it and felt like she was cut by a knife. He was weak and sick. Is he in poor health or Aunt Hua had never taken care of him.

"Mom, don't do this, don't do this, brother is very good, Di Ge is very good..."

What is good is good? Is it good to live? How can Yushu know the hard work of living?

Mrs. Jing could only hold her daughter, and Yushu said that when he first saw Yushu being beaten, he was indifferent to the suffering of others. Naturally, only those who have lived in suffering since childhood will not pity other people's pain.

If he was really her child, why should he seek his understanding and get her forgiveness? Mrs. Jing's resentment and hatred were passed on to Aunt Hua, and she should have crushed her bones and brought her to ashes.

Jing Yushu noticed something: "Brother Di Lu's words are true..."
Chapter completed!