A baby that died twelve years ago, a blood relative that cannot be identified, a child that even the mother cannot recognize.
If you really want to talk about evidence, then you can only... dig the graves and dig the bones.
The bones of a full-term baby can still be different from those of a seven-month baby.
But whether it was the previous dynasty or the current dynasty, digging graves was quite taboo, not to mention children who couldn't even enter their ancestors' graves.
After repeated psychological struggles, Mrs. Jiang bit her gums and ordered, "Go and call the Yao family. Siqing and his daughter know where the child is buried."
"Old Madam..." Tan Yue panicked, "This is going to offend the Yao family."
"Go!" Mrs. Jiang sternly said, "Even if it offends the Yao family, I will let Mrs. Liao know her mistake and how outrageous her mistake is!"
Tan Yue had no choice but to leave in a hurry.
A guard took her on horseback and rushed back to Fengjing as quickly as possible.
I don’t know how many words were said, how much lip service was wasted, and how much friendship between the two families was used up. After more than half an hour, there was finally a movement outside the temple.
Liao, who was slumped on the ground, also looked up, with a light of expectation in his eyes.
Not long after, the entrance to the Zen room was opened, and the wealthy head of the Yao family appeared with Yao Siqing. He held a black box in his arms and looked tired and miserable.
Mrs. Jiang stood up on crutches before she could say anything.
Ms. Liao suddenly stood up and rushed towards the box, "I knew it, I knew you would dig out my child. This is my son, right? My son..."
Konoe's quick eyesight and quick hands stopped her.
"Don't touch me, I want my child, I want to see her, it's been twelve years... I miss her, my child." Liao's face burst into tears.
Mrs. Jiang had an epiphany.
No wonder Liao refused to provide evidence and instead asked the Jiang family to provide evidence.
She was sure that Jiang Sheng was the child of the Yao family, and she was also sure that the bones buried in the Yao family were the treasures of her seven-month pregnancy.
What kind of misunderstanding caused Liao to have such a firm understanding.
Who had misled her here?
Mrs. Jiang's eyes were full of anger, "Open the box."
"Aunt..." The head of the Yao family was very heartbroken, "Do you really want to open it? Xiaoruan has been sleeping for twelve years."
"Open." This was the sonorous voice of Jiang Jizu, "Cousin, I will pay back what I owe you, but today, I must give my daughter justice."
Yao Siqing also shook his father's arm.
With tears in his eyes, the head of the Yao family finally opened the box, revealing the small child's bones, which were as long as an adult's arm.
Mrs. Liao's crying next to her became more and more sad, and the pain penetrated her heart.
Tan Yue remembered the key, "Old madam, I haven't asked the doctor yet."
Even if it is possible to tell whether a baby is full-term by touching the bones, it would only be possible for an experienced doctor to do so. Ordinary people would not be able to tell.
Mrs. Jiang didn't say anything, her eyes circled around and landed on the four brothers who were already stunned.
Chang Yan reacted the fastest and slapped the fourth brother.
Wen Zhiyun woke up from a dream, "I, I know some medical skills, but I'm not very proficient in touching bones. I'd better hire an experienced doctor."
"Good boy, there is no need to ask for another doctor." Mrs. Jiang said warmly, "Do you carry a silver needle with you?"
The taciturn head of the Yao family shivered.
"Silver needles? Of course I brought them." Wen Zhiyun took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve pocket with three silver needles pinned on it, "What does the old lady need for the silver needles?"
Mrs. Jiang sighed.
Wen Zhiyun didn't answer, but brought up another tragedy.
Twelve years ago, Yao Siqing's father was considered a rare romantic young man in Fengjing. Although he married a wife and had daughters, he still had sex with women. He also had two concubines named Chunhua Qiuyue.
Chunhua has a gentle temperament and doesn't like to fight, while Qiuyue has a fierce temper and is good at arguing. Due to her love, she often has conflicts with the Yao family's mistress, and in the worst case, she even almost hurt her.
At that time, Mrs. Jiang called the head of the Yao family over and scolded her hard, asking him to restrain Qiu Yue to prevent the scandalous incident of pampering his concubine and destroying his wife.
Although the head of the Yao family was romantic, he respected his aunt. He immediately scolded Qiuyue and banned her for two months.
I thought my wife and concubines would be harmonious, but I didn't expect that Qiu Yue had a vicious mind and actually poisoned the Yao family's mistress with arsenic, causing the originally healthy woman to linger on the sickbed.
Later, Qiuyue was punished, and the head of the Yao family felt guilty and concerned about his wife, and his life was peaceful and good.
The accident happened when the mistress of the Yao family was pregnant again and was about to give birth. Someone poisoned her again, causing the full-term child to be stillborn.
At this time, the Yao family discovered that the real poisoner was Chunhua, Qiuyue died innocently, and the Yao family's second daughter died innocently. Although the Yao family's mistress was rescued, she did not last long enough to pass away.
The Yao family dealt with Chunhua, and the head of the Yao family also changed his temper and no longer dared to mess around with flowers.
But the dead can't come back, and Hemei's home is no longer what it used to be.
Even now, hearing about these past events, the head of the Yao family will still burst into tears, his face will be full of guilt, and he will regret it.
Life is like this, one step is dangerous if you make the wrong move.
No matter how regretful and heartbroken you are, it is nothing more than empty melancholy.
"For the sake of the reputation of the Yao family, and for the sake of my unsatisfactory nephew, the Yao family suppressed this story and only announced that the full-term child died young." Mrs. Jiang took a deep breath, "But all the Yao family members know that that The child died of poisoning.”
The poisonous bones can still be tested for poison even if they are twelve years old.
Wen Zhiyun's eyes were bright, and he immediately pulled out a silver needle and carefully tested it.
If you touch it, it will be black.
Except for the Yao family father and daughter, the expressions of everyone present changed.
"This is impossible." Ms. Liao screamed miserably, "You lied to me. You poisoned my child. The only possibility is that you poisoned her."
Even when death is imminent, he still talks hard.
I won’t shed tears until I see the coffin.
Even a timid and timid person like Wen Zhiyun couldn't help but say, "The toxicity of the bones of a child poisoned in the mother's womb is different from that of a child fed poison after birth."
He twisted the rich-colored silver needle and said, "It changes color when touched and is as deep as ink, which means that the poison in the mother's womb has penetrated into the bone marrow."
Furthermore, there are many ways to kill a baby, including strangulation, drowning, and throwing, which are all easier than feeding poison.
Ms. Liao didn't dare to think about it any more. She shook her head wildly and shed tears on the ground, condensing into small balls of mud. "It's impossible. There's no way my mother could lie to me. My mother said that my child has two moles on the soles of his feet. Jiang Sheng She’s smooth and flawless, she can’t be my child, no way.”
Of course, this mother cannot be Mrs. Jiang.
Unexpectedly, things went round and round and came back to the Liao family.
Jiang Jizu clenched his fists and looked at the guards, "Tie up all the Liao family members in the Zen room. No one from the master to the servants can be left out."
