A wicked mother swaps her son and sucks his blood? The true legitimate daughter is reborn and goes o

When Song Mingtang woke up, he immediately recalled what had just happened.

The prison van stopped abruptly at a certain point, followed by chaos.

He had a cloth bag over his head, so he couldn't see, but he could tell from what he heard that someone was hijacking the prison van.

The prison van looked as if it had been hacked to pieces.

His first instinct was to escape, but his right leg bone was shattered, and any movement caused excruciating pain. Even so, he struggled to crawl to one side.

Thank God, he climbed smoothly.

The sounds of swords and spears faded into the distance, and just as he was feeling overjoyed, a stick struck him on the back of the head.

The pain came, and he quickly fainted.

As Song Mingtang regained consciousness, he realized that his hands were tied and he was curled up in a sack.

"Are you awake?"

A voice rang out.

Song Mingtang's body suddenly froze.

That sound...

"Yan...Yan'er?"

That voice belonged to Song Qingyan.

Song Mingtang did not believe that Song Qingyan had saved him.

Not only will it not save him, it will likely push him into an even worse situation.

"Brother, you weren't happy to hear my voice. It seems you know I discovered you poisoned me."

Song Qingyan stared at the person on the ground with a cold smile.

Suddenly, she stood up and stepped forward, kicking Song Mingtang hard.

It hit him squarely on his shattered leg bone.

"Waaah..."

The pain was excruciating. With a rag stuffed in his mouth, Song Mingtang's screams turned into whimpers, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Pain that is visible to the naked eye.

Song Qingyan's anger did not subside, and she kicked his injured leg hard again, filling the room with Song Mingtang's miserable screams.

Song Qingyan stopped kicking when she got tired.

Then she took a dagger and cut open the sack.

Inside the sack, the first thing Song Mingtang saw about Song Qingyan was a fierce look in his eyes, as if he wanted to kill her.

"Want to kill me?" Song Qingyan sneered.

This further solidified my resolve to follow the plan.

The two have fallen out. If Song Mingtang lives, she will face endless troubles.

Rather than waiting for Song Mingtang to kill her, she should strike first.

"Waaaaah..." Song Mingtang glared at Song Qingyan, as if he wanted to say something.

His hands were tied, and his injured leg was bleeding, posing no threat to Song Qingyan.

Song Qingyan tore the gag out of his mouth; she wanted to hear his repentance and pleas for mercy.

But Song Mingtang roared at her, "Song Qingyan, how dare you treat me like this! I am your elder brother, I am the heir of the Marquis's mansion!"

"Elder brother? The heir of the Marquis's mansion?"

Song Qingyan burst into maniacal laughter, and said disdainfully:

"I don't have a useless brother like you. Look at Song Shiyin, he was personally selected by the emperor as the top scholar. If you could be like him, I would definitely benefit from it. But you only know how to play and have fun. You are just a lump of mud that can't be plastered on the wall. My second aunt actually said that you are my hope."

A hint of mockery flickered in Song Qingyan's eyes.

"And your title of heir apparent has already been revoked by the Emperor. You still think you're the heir apparent of a marquis's mansion? Ha... how laughable!"

"No, that's not right. There's something you don't know yet."

Song Qingyan stared at Song Mingtang with a meaningful look.

That look terrified Song Mingtang.

His intuition told him that the thing she was talking about that he didn't know was not a good thing.

"Do you want to know?" Song Qingyan asked him with a smile.

Song Mingtang gritted his teeth and shook his head.

"Heh, don't you want to know? How could you not know about something so important?" Song Qingyan slowly approached him, looking down at him with intense malice in her eyes.

"Even if His Majesty hadn't stripped you of your title as heir apparent, you're still not the heir apparent of a marquisate, because you're not the son of the Marquis of Yongning at all!"

Song Mingtang did not believe her at all.

"How could I not be my father's son! I am his only legitimate son! A woman like my mother would never do something like having an affair and confusing the bloodline of the Marquis's family."

Song Qingyan sneered, "Ha, the mother you're referring to is the Lu family? Who said your mother is the Lu family?"

"It's not the Lu family..." Song Mingtang frowned.

Song Qingyan interrupted him, "Of course it's not Madam Lu, brother. Your second aunt dotes on you so much, don't you even suspect she's your mother?"

"Second Aunt..."

Song Mingtang thought of Lady Liu.

Song Qingyan's voice continued to play in my ears:

"Liu Shi! She is your mother, that's why she treats you so well."

"She switched you with Song Shiyin when you were born."

"You have never been the legitimate son of a marquis's family. You are the son of the second branch of the Yongning Marquis's family, born out of wedlock, of lowly status..."

"No wonder you're inferior to Song Shiyin. Your bloodline is lowly; how can you compare to Song Shiyin!"

Song Qingyan knew all too well how to make Song Mingtang suffer.

He suppressed Song Shiyin and constantly mocked Song Shiyin for being lowly.

Now that we know Song Shiyin is the legitimate son of that marquis, and everything he has was stolen.

This is an invisible knife.

It can pierce into Song Mingtang's soul.

She wanted Song Mingtang to experience the same pain she had gone through.

Sure enough, Song Mingtang's eyes were bloodshot, and he kept roaring, "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Song Qingyan didn't shut up and continued talking.

Those were all words that were meant to stab you in the heart.

It seemed they wanted to make Song Mingtang wish he were dead.

Gritting his teeth, Song Mingtang, drawing strength from who-knows-where, lunged at Song Qingyan with a posture that seemed intent on tearing her to pieces.

Caught off guard, Song Qingyan panicked and thrust the dagger forward with all her might.

The dagger was stuck in Song Mingtang's chest, and he stopped moving instantly.

"You...you killed me!" Song Mingtang stared at Song Qingyan in disbelief, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

It startled Song Qingyan.

But Song Qingyan quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile, "Yes, today, I'm here to kill you."

After saying that, she drew her dagger and stabbed at Song Mingtang again.

Still targeting the heart, Song Qingyan struck with deadly force.

She drew her dagger again, and Song Mingtang collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The room reeked of blood.

Song Mingtang lay on the ground, waiting to die, when suddenly he seemed to remember something, looked at Song Qingyan, and burst into maniacal laughter.

The laughter was mocking. "Qingyan, you're not the eldest son's daughter either... right?"

Song Qingyan frowned.

The hostility in his eyes gave Song Mingtang the answer.

"Heh, you're not either...you're not either..."

Song Mingtang's laughter grew weaker and weaker, yet it was still jarring.

Song Qingyan looked down at him with a crazed look in her eyes. Suddenly, she squatted down, gripped the dagger in her hand, and stabbed Song Mingtang again and again.

"Yes, I am the daughter of the eldest son's family! I, Song Qingyan, am the daughter of the eldest son's family in the Marquis's mansion!"

Song Qingyan vented her frustration until she was exhausted, then she stopped.

Then, she glanced down at Song Mingtang's blood-soaked corpse, wiped the blood splattered on her face, and gritted her teeth, her gaze burning with intensity:

"Even if I'm not, I won't be like you, inferior to Song Shiyin. I, Song Qingyan, will definitely trample Song Qingning under my feet!"

A way out has been found before her.