Jing Xingzhi’s Daily Life in Ancient Times - Chapter 97

The front door of his house was suddenly banged loudly, which startled the people inside.

Even the little one in Liu Fang’s belly seemed to be frightened and moved suddenly, causing Liu Fang to cry out in shock.

Jing Xingzhi had been rubbing Liu Fang’s legs when he heard the sound. He grabbed Liu Fang’s hand and raised his head anxiously. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”

“He was scared, and he kicked me. Let’s see who knocked on our door,” Liu Fang frowned in displeasure and wanted to stand up.

“I’ll go and see.”

Jing Xingzhi held him down to prevent him from getting up, then bent down and spoke to Liu Fang’s belly. “Be good, Ah Deng. It’s not night yet, so don’t come out in a hurry!”

Liu Fang chuckled, “What does he know?”

“I’m telling him. Never mind, I’ll go ahead and take a look,” Jing Xingzhi said, then got up and walked out.

After leaving the house, he bumped into the servant who had come to inform him of the news.

The servant looked panicked and hurriedly shouted, “Sir, Brother Zhuang said that someone from the Zhenyuan Mansion knocked on the door!”

Jing Xingzhi raised his eyebrows and asked two questions in a surprised tone.

“They still dare to come to the door?”

“They still have the nerve to knock on the door?”

He didn’t understand. What did he, Jing Xingzhi, owe the Zhenyuan Mansion?

One by one, so arrogant. If they were so powerful, why didn’t they go to heaven?

He thought they must just want to ascend to the heaven.

Jing Xingzhi was fuming inside. After all, anyone who tried to stay home in peace but was constantly harassed would be extremely annoyed.

How much more so over and over again?

The people from the Zhenyuan Mansion really were bothersome!

Before Jing Xingzhi even saw Ning Haibo, he had imagined him as a villain with triangular eyes.

When Ning Haibo showed up, exuding his heroic spirit, Jing Xingzhi found that he had learned a new saying: “Knowing people, knowing faces, but not knowing the heart.”

A good-looking person could also be a bad person.

Jing Xingzhi asked someone to open the door completely, then walked to the stone open space in front of the house.

Glancing at Ning Haibo, Jing Xingzhi asked, “Marquis Zhenyuan, did you come to the wrong door?”

Ning Haibo looked at Jing Xingzhi carefully and said nothing for a while. He was very unfamiliar with Jing Xingzhi, but he knew in his heart that this was his son, so he stared at him boldly.

Seeing that he didn’t speak, Jing Xingzhi continued, “Didn’t you come to the wrong door? Is something wrong with your brain?”

Ning Haibo glared and replied, “What did you say to your parent? It was because you didn’t come out that I asked my men to knock on the door.”

Ning Haibo was pressed for time. Those who returned on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year would stay in the capital until the fourteenth at most. He didn’t know when he would next return to the capital, so he had to act quickly.

“My late parents never told me I had a relative who looked like you,” Jing Xingzhi said, thinking of the Jing family’s parents—only they could truly be called his father and mother.

“I am your… I am your biological father.” Ning Haibo thought for a moment, using the word “biological father,” then made a request. “I would like to ask you to go to the Zhenyuan Mansion to see your mother, and I will send you back afterward.”

“You’re mistaken. My mother passed away long ago,” Jing Xingzhi replied impatiently. “I have no connection with you.”

Jing Xingzhi made himself clear: he wanted no relationship with Ning Haibo and had no interest in becoming entangled with him. He silently urged him to leave.

Ning Haibo was stunned, not expecting Jing Xingzhi to be so direct.

He frowned. “You have to go back. Don’t be stubborn. Your mother made mistakes back then, but I will make it up to you. The wealth I’ve accumulated will be yours in the future.”

Ning Haibo made his promise generously, forcing a smile. “I heard your wife is about to give birth. Yes, he moves quickly.”

Jing Xingzhi: “???”

‘What does my son have to do with you? Are you thinking too far, and imagining too much?’

Jing Xingzhi felt confused, wanting to clarify their relationship further. “I don’t want your things, and I don’t want you coming to find me. You’re not welcome here; please leave! If you bang on the door again and disturb the peace of our street, I’ll call the Dali Temple!”

Wang Zhuang mocked, “The general who returned to the capital making a scene at the Dali Temple—interesting.”

Wu Mingrui glared fiercely at Ning Haibo, his brows furrowed tightly. He thought for a moment, then echoed Wang Zhuang to support his friend’s stance. “Marquis, we aren’t greedy of your own things. Self-awareness is essential for people!”

The words of a scholar held a certain weight. Wang Zhuang’s comment was intended to threaten Ning Haibo, but Wu Mingrui’s words accidentally struck at Ning Haibo’s dignity.

Self-awareness? He, a dignified marquis, had offered a title but no one was temped at all?

Ning Haibo was taken aback and, for a moment, at a loss. Looking at Jing Xingzhi intently, he realized that all the success and fame he had pursued so passionately seemed trivial in the young man’s eyes.

But even if profit held no sway, surely blood ties would always exist?

He was still his father, after all, and Wu Shuangxi was still his biological mother.

Thinking of Wu Shuangxi’s appearance, Ning Haibo sighed, lowered his arrogance, and said, “Madam clutches a little quilt, calling your name sweetly every day, making those who listen to her cry. Hearing her sorrowful words… can you not take a look at her?”

“She listened to the slander of her servants back then, but now she regrets it and knows she was wrong!”

“Besides, she did give birth to you.”

Even as people gathered around, Ning Haibo spoke openly.

Many ministers lived in this alley, and their servants recognized Ning Haibo. Upon hearing his words, several gasped.

‘——What shocking news is this???’

Calling the little quilt a good boy, the mother knew it was wrong… And the boy in front of them, who looked just right at his age – could this be Ning Haibo’s biological son?!

Since Ning Haibo had planned to bring back Jing Xingzhi, he had no intention of hiding the truth.

He noticed the shock of the people around him and, concerned about Wu Shuangxi’s reputation, he explained, “You don’t know; she had a haemorrhage after giving birth and nearly died…”

Ning Haibo said that Wu Shuangxi had been such a miserable young woman in the past, and she had almost lost her life for Jing Xingzhi.

Ning Haibo couldn’t understand why his blood son’s attitude was so cold, but he was also a clever person, so he openly and directly broke off with him, turning his request into a moral threat.

With so many people watching, they all knew that his biological mother had abandoned him for some reason. Ning Haibo just asked him to go back to the Mansion to see her. Refusing such a simple request—how could he expect to fit in anywhere in the future?

Just as Jing Xingzhi felt the stares around him growing increasingly malicious, a voice called out from behind him.

“Let me go.”

It was Liu Fang’s voice.

Liu Fang, with his big belly, slowly crossed the threshold, intending to go outside.

When Jing Xingzhi heard Xiao Fangfang’s voice, he quickly turned around and helped Liu Fang.

Jing Xingzhi’s eyebrows softened, and there was a hint of doting in his tone: “Why did you come out? You’re about to give birth. Didn’t I tell you to stay at home? Besides, the banging on the door just now scared both you and the baby!”

Liu Fang secretly glanced at Jing Xingzhi, thinking that he had reacted very quickly.

Not to be outdone, Liu Fang smiled secretly to himself, then frowned and said weakly, “It was so scary just now. You came out and didn’t come back for a long time. I… I was scared.”

After Liu Fang spoke, Jing Xingzhi patted his hand reassuringly and asked him to stand still.

Then Jing Xingzhi turned back to Ning Haibo, with sadness hidden in his expression, and said, “I won’t go see her. I died once when she threw me away, the newborn frail baby boy, and replaced me with a healthy baby to be her son. I don’t owe her anything.”

Jing Xingzhi thought, ‘if you can pour dirty water on me, then I’ll do the same.’

If the mother hated the child because it made her suffer from bleeding, just abandoned it, it was no problem. But what was the purpose of replacing it with a healthy one?

People who lived in wealthy families weren’t all brainless. With Jing Xingzhi’s actions, many people understood.

What could be gained in exchange for a healthy son? Securing one’s position.

Otherwise, if the first wife’s son had died and she couldn’t conceive again, her status would be unstable without a son.