Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 93 You Are Not His Son (3)

The human skull is actually quite hard, but even the hardest bones cannot withstand such torture.

There was something red and white stuck to his hand, which made Song Yan feel a little nauseous, so he rubbed it against the wall. The corpse was still twitching, and blood gushed out from the cracks, forming a large pool in a short time.

Song Yan let out a breath.

The depression in my chest seemed to be relieved a little.

In fact, if possible, he would not have planned to kill Song Zhen so quickly. Although he had broken arms and legs and was locked in a dungeon for a month, and seemed to have suffered a lot, it was nothing compared to what he had experienced.
After all, it was too cheap for him.

In fact, Song Yan once thought about building a dark room to lock up Song Zhen one day, and cutting him when he was free. However, he still had a lot of things to do and really didn't have much time to waste on this kind of garbage.

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

Perhaps what Song Zhen had just said had caused too much harm to Yang Miaoqing. She probably never expected that her most beloved son would ruthlessly betray her in order to save his own life at the last moment.

It may also be that you know that your fate of death cannot be changed.

In this case, dying early would also be a relief.

Her face, which originally had charm, was now dirty. With a silly smile, Yang Miaoqing moved her body with difficulty and slowly crawled to Song Zhen's body. She stretched out her hands, as if she wanted to pick up something from the ground, but she could do nothing.

"My son..."

"Don't be afraid, mother will come to accompany you soon." Yang Miaoqing smiled: "Even if you go to the underworld, mother will protect you."

Whispering.

Groaning.

Smiling.

Slowly, Yang Miaoqing raised her head and looked at Song Yan, but there was no longer much hatred in her eyes. Instead, there was only relief and a hint of ridicule:
"You're right, I'm a bitch."

"Zhen'er is a bastard."

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

"You are not Song Hongtao's biological son either."

Rumble, rumble!

Yang Miaoqing's sudden words were like a thunderclap exploding in everyone's ears.

Song Yan's pupils shrank, and his brows furrowed. Even Gu Banxia, ​​Luo Tianyi, and Yang Siyao behind him changed their expressions. No one had expected Yang Miaoqing to say such words before her death.

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

"Do you know your mother? Mei Xue, she was abducted by Song Hongtao."

Song Yan just listened quietly.

He actually doesn't know much about his mother.

My mother has never talked about what happened before she entered the Duke's Mansion. She has not had any contact with relatives for so many years, as if she has always been alone. Even the servants in the Duke's Mansion never talk about such things.

Of course, Song Yan knew very well that Yang Miaoqing did it on purpose. She just wanted to leave a thorn between him and Song Hongtao that could never be pulled out. This woman was quite a powerful character. She still wanted to make him and Song Hongtao and his son turn against each other at this time. 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's calculation was wrong.

For Song Yan, the so-called father-son relationship does not exist at all.

Song Hongtao will be killed sooner or later.

It would be better to say that Song Yan was very happy to hear such news. It would be great if there was no blood relationship between him and Song Hongtao. In this way, he would have no worries when fighting.

His face was calm, and he just stared at Yang Miaoqing silently. That expression made Yang Miaoqing unable to hold back her anger.

why?
Why didn't he lose control at all when he heard such news?

Yang Miaoqing was unwilling to accept it, so she spoke again: "Your mother should be a young lady from a wealthy family. Although I don't know why, she should have been fleeing at that time. She only brought an old servant and a little girl with her." The little girl was Song Yan's missing sister.

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

"Song Hongtao saw your mother's beauty, so he secretly ordered someone to kill the old servant. He then came forward to rescue your mother and told her that if she followed him, she would have no worries about food and clothing, and even the little girl would survive."

Yang Miaoqing smiled, her voice shrill: "Perhaps there is no better choice, your mother agreed."

"It's just that Song Hongtao is a heartless person who gets bored easily. After getting your mother, he quickly lost interest in her. Even after she gave birth to a son like you, he didn't care much."

"The promised worry-free food and clothing is naturally not available."

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

Yang Miaoqing's body seemed unable to hold out for much longer. The knife was still lodged in her abdomen, not yet removed. The constant bleeding was unbearable, especially since the knife had punctured her internal organs. She coughed a few times, blood foaming from the corners of her mouth. Her face grew paler, and even her eyes seemed unfocused.

But even so, she still struggled to hold on. If she couldn't destroy the Song family, she would die with her eyes wide open.

After taking a few deep breaths, Yang Miaoqing burst out laughing: "Actually, we were all deceived by your mother."

"She is the smartest one."

"She already knew that the bandits who killed the old servant were arranged by Song Hongtao."

"But, in order to let the little girl and you survive, she pretended nothing had happened."

"That's right. When Song Hongtao met your mother, she was already pregnant. Poor Song Hongtao, that idiot, didn't know anything from the beginning to the end."

"In order to save your lives, she endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden."

"Over the years, even though she was trapped in this small courtyard, she still found ways to get your sister out of the Duke's Mansion. She knew that no one could survive long in the Duke's Mansion. She wanted to get you out too, but unfortunately, I acted a little too early. There was nothing I could do because that bitch Mei Xue started to act crazy and stupid."

Song Yan's body trembled violently.

Is my mother pretending to be stupid?

"That bitch lied to me for years. I thought she was crazy, so I let her go for now. That's how you grew up to be nine years old."

"It wasn't until I was about to attack you for the second time that she suddenly found me. I realized she was pretending to be crazy and that you were not Song Hongtao's child. She said she was willing to sacrifice her life in exchange for yours. After all, you are not Song Hongtao's bloodline, so you pose no threat to my child."

It was quiet in the dungeon.

Occasionally, when the night wind blows, a whistling sound can be heard.

In this strange environment, Yang Miaoqing's panting and shrill voice were like a ghost, making people's scalps tingle. Everyone was silent, their eyes focused on Yang Miaoqing, as if wanting to hear what else this woman said.

Yang Miaoqing gasped for breath, but her throat seemed to be blocked by the blood foam that kept coming up, so that her voice was just a whooshing sound:
"I told Mei Xue that since you are not Song Hongtao's son, I will not care about you anymore."

"But Mei Xue obviously didn't believe me, and she died the next day. She was smart. My aunt had just died, and if her son died too, then I would never be able to clear myself completely."

"Although I'm not really clean to begin with."

"Plus, you were only nine years old at the time. What kind of threat could a nine-year-old kid pose? So I let you live a few more years. By the time I finally took action against you again, you had grown up. My usual methods were no longer effective against you."

"I really regret it. Because you are not Song Hongtao's child, I was too lenient. Otherwise, you would have died long ago. Dead."

At this moment, Song Yan felt as if something was blocking his chest, making him feel depressed and uncomfortable.

My mother ate the food even though she knew it was poisonous.

Just to keep myself alive.

After a long moment, he exhaled heavily, his expression still as calm as water: "What is my mother's identity?"

"Who is my real father?"

(End of this chapter)