Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times - Chapter 77
Remembering Fang Qichen’s letter just now, he only read the money order and not the specific content of the reply, so he picked up the envelope again.
In the envelope, the unique font on the “Self-confidence” piece of paper caught people’s eyes. Ning Haibo couldn’t say what was good about it, but he just felt it was very powerful.
After his subordinate explained, Ning Haibo clapped his hands and praised him, forgetting that the person who harmed Jing Xingzhi was his own wife, Wu Shuangxi.
The last thing was a very thin piece of white paper, which said: [This son has nothing to do with you from now on.]
Ning Haibo was so angry that he smashed the table into pieces.
“Old man Fang! It’s not you who gave birth to him. How does it your place to make decision?!”
Ning Haibo made up his mind and called his subordinates to fetch two large carts of fresh goods and one of his personal daggers, sent them to Jiangnan.
Silver was too vulgar, but he could always use exquisite things that were valuable and useful, right? Ning Haibo still didn’t believe it. He had a great reputation in battle. How could a little boy not respect him?
As for the Marquis Mansion, Ning Haibo planned to ignore Wu Shuangxi. After all, she did something wrong. Even though it was done for a reason, she still had to be punished. Otherwise, how would the mother and son get along with each other when he brought them back to the mansion in the future?
Ning Haibo’s idea was brilliant, and his abacus was ticking.
As for what Fang Qichen said, he didn’t take it to heart at all. He said it had nothing to do with him, then could it be he couldn’t have connection with his own son? Nothing couldn’t break the close blood connection. Furthermore, as long as he was his son, the chance of becoming a marquis in the future was not small, and no one would be so stupid to refuse.
Although that boy Ning Yongyuan, because of the favor of the Holy Emperor, Ning Haibo decided to keep this fake son who he also had some feelings. But the fake son couldn’t surpass his real son. As long as Jing Xingzhi went home with him, Ning Haibo would only give titles to his own children in the future.
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Marquis Zhenyuan’s Mansion.
Wu Shuangxi was lying on the bedside, wiping her face with a handkerchief, making her complexion look gloomy.
Ning Yongyuan rushed into her room and complained repeatedly: “Mom, are you feeling better? Without you, the person in charge of the accounts has really gone too far and reduced my money again!”
Wu Shuangxi looked over indifferently, her eyes glancing over Ning Yongyuan, who unconsciously revealed his cute face and eyebrows in front of her, making her regretful that he wasn’t her biological child.
He had been healthy and hadn’t been sick many times sinceshe was a child; he was also sensible and obedient, listening when told; his temper was a bit domineering, but this kind of temper suited her…
“It’s for your own good that I reduced your money.”
Wu Shuangxi’s words shocked Ning Yongyuan’s heart.
“Mom, why did you reduce my money? I spend dozens of taels when I go out to socialize every day!” Ning Yongyuan muttered, pretending to be dissatisfied, looking around the room.
After tidying up the house, Ning Yongyuan became even more alarmed. He hadn’t seen his wet nurse, Xing Niang, in the house. His wet nurse was the most useful and close person around his mother. Could it be that she was busy with something, or was she punished for some secret…
Ning Yongyuan, feeling a little suspicious himself, thought about it for a while, a thin layer of sweat breaking out on his back. The sweat made him even more uncomfortable.
Wu Shuangxi clasped her hands together and placed her fingers on the purple satin quilt. “Mother always does it for your own good. Go down.” With that, she closed her eyes.
Ning Yongyuan’s senses trembled, mustering up the courage to squeeze out a smile and ask in a trembling voice, “Mom, where is Xing Niang? I haven’t seen her…”
Wu Shuangxi opened her eyes, her clear gaze fixed on him coldly, making Ning Yongyuan’s heart tremble.
“What are you afraid of?” Wu Shuangxi asked lightly, but it hit Ning Yongyuan’s heart like a huge stone.
Ning Yongyuan shook his head. “I’m not afraid of anything. I just caused a little trouble, and I can solve it myself.”
Ning Yongyuan tried to make excuses for himself, sounding natural, as if being punished by his parents for misbehaving.
But Wu Shuangxi looked at Ning Yongyuan and suddenly smiled. “Xing Niang, she suddenly fell ill.”
Ning Yongyuan was so frightened that he almost cried, his smile stiffening, and he said reluctantly, “Mother, don’t worry. I…”
“I didn’t mean to scare you, just stay inside the house.”
“Oh, okay.”
Ning Yongyuan responded and left obediently. Unaware, he couldn’t see the darker patch on the back of his clothes, soaked with sweat.
Wu Shuangxi closed her eyes again, realizing that her son was still too young, and she had been too indulgent with him. He wasn’t as resilient as a child who grew up outside, and he was too timid.
Ning Yongyuan had seen Jing Xingzhi and then took action against him. From this, Wu Shuangxi realized that Ning Yongyuan must have known he wasn’t her biological son. But despite this, Wu Shuangxi hadn’t changed her attitude toward him. Ning Yongyuan’s indecisiveness made her wonder which side he was on. What a disappointment.
But dwelling on people’s shortcomings was pointless. Wu Shuangxi pushed aside her dissatisfaction with Ning Yongyuan, completely disregarding him, and focused on how to reconcile with her “biological son”.
She thought it shouldn’t be difficult to coax an ordinary teenage child.
But when the child was as clever and ruthless as her, the question arose: how could she overcome the past animosities?