Qianqianjie, kidnap a reborn prince back to the modern era

Emperor Bei Yan's headache worsened, and he waved his hand to let Shi Hai and the other two leave.

He is now very worried about whether he can fulfill this long-cherished wish.

In the secret passage, Zhenguo Hou walked in front, and Yin Jie followed behind him, staring at his back.

The two have the same walking habits, their left shoulders are a little crooked, and from behind, they do look very similar.

When he was seven or eight years old, he was brought into the marquis's mansion.

The high walls and big house seemed like heaven compared to his previous wandering life.

He was grateful from the bottom of his heart to this man for saving him from danger and giving him a stable and prosperous life.

Apart from the fact that the mistress of the mansion never treated him with a good face and the third young master often beat and scolded him, he was aware that he was living under someone else's roof, so he could endure all of this.

However, Qian You told him that he was actually this man's biological son. His mother followed him when he was not successful and suffered a lot. After he became successful, he abandoned his wife and children, and his biological mother's cause of death was unclear. This made his gratitude towards this man turn into resentment at this moment.

If all this is true, how unwilling his biological mother must have been to die!

The tunnels in the royal capital were interconnected. The two of them passed a checkpoint and went directly to the backyard of the Marquis Zhenguo's Mansion, a dilapidated house filled with firewood.

"Don't show up in public these days to avoid causing trouble for His Majesty."

Shi Hai shook off the non-existent dirt on his collar, strode towards the mistress's courtyard in the backyard, and threw a word to him.

Yin Jie looked at the Marquis' Mansion as usual. Apart from the guards guarding the gate, the people inside were not affected at all.

He was not sure whether Qian You knew about this situation. Based on his understanding of her, he certainly did not dare to underestimate her.

He walked to the front yard thoughtfully and happened to meet the Third Young Master Shi Zhendong, who was surrounded by six guards. It seemed that he had just returned from some brothel where he had been having fun, and his eyes were dark.

"Hey! Isn't this Yin Jie? Weren't you taken away by the Imperial Guards? You have caused so much trouble to this mansion, and you dare to show up here in broad daylight. Aren't you afraid that I will go to the door and tell the Imperial Guards?"

It has become a habit for Shi Zhendong to beat and scold him since he was a child. Although he is a dozen years younger than Yin Jie, he never talks back or fights back every time he is beaten or scolded, and the age difference is gradually ignored by him.

Yin Jie looked coldly at this little brat to him and had no intention of paying any attention to him.

"Go ahead, beat him up for me, so that I can vent my anger."

Shi Zhendong waved his hand and ordered the guards behind him.

The six people rushed forward and surrounded Yin Jie.

Yin Jie's martial arts skills were not top-notch, and he had almost no fighting power against the guards that Shi Hai had assigned to Shi Zhendong. After several rounds, he was still beaten black and blue.

"What bad luck! Let's go. You've delayed me from going to see my mother."

Shi Zhendong left with a group of guards, shaking his head.

The servants not far away were tidying up the yard. No one came to help him because they had become accustomed to this situation over the past decade.

Yin Jie struggled to get up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and limped towards his own courtyard.

"Master, I heard you're back. What happened? Why are you covered in wounds again? Did the Third Young Master beat you up?"

Shi Ruosu secretly ran over from a secluded path and saw Yin Jie taking off his dirty clothes. There were several bruises and scars on his back, deep and shallow, layered one on top of the other.

"By the way, Ruosu, your biological mother, Aunt Fu, was brought here from Madam's family, right?"

Yin Jie met Shi Ruosu who was looking at him with tears in her eyes.

This was also a miserable woman. Fortunately, her biological mother, Aunt Fu, was obedient to the lady and allowed her and her daughter to have a place to settle down in the mansion.

"Yes! I have been serving the lady since I was young, and was married to the general's mansion. Because I was obedient, the lady let me sleep with her during the two years when she lost her child and was seriously ill. That's how I was born. But it was only those few times. During these years, I have never been favored by the marquis, and my life is no different from that of a maid before."

"Then did you hear from your aunt that the Marquis had a son before the Madam came into the family?"

Yin Jie concealed the unreasonable fear in his heart and asked in a low voice.

"How did you know? This is something that Madam asked the servants around her to swear not to tell anyone."

Shi Ruosu opened her eyes wide, but her thick single eyelids did not make her eyes look bigger.

"Is that true? Have you heard whether the child's mother has been to the house?"

Yin Jie's heart kept sinking.

He vaguely believed what Baili Qianyou said.

"I heard that Aunt Li was beaten by Madam once, and she came to my aunt's room to cry. I was still young at that time, and they thought I couldn't understand, but I still remember what they said."

"What did Aunt Li say?"

Yin Jie remained calm, sitting on the chair, frantically suppressing his anger.

"Auntie Li told my mother that she might be the second person beaten to death by Madam. That year, the general brought a girl from outside. Madam ordered her to be beaten with sticks before she could say anything. In front of the general, she beat the girl until she rolled on the ground. The general did not dare to stop Madam. He watched the girl being beaten to death by Madam and had her thrown into a mass grave."

Yin Jie's face turned increasingly pale, his hands clenched into fists, and his muscles were tense. It was obvious that he was in agony.

"What's wrong with you? Does it hurt? I'll be gentler."

Shi Ruosu took the medicine and helped Yin Jie apply it, without noticing his chapped expression.

Yin Jie was already filled with regret and hatred at this time.

Over the years, he has set foot on the place where his biological mother died tragically countless times.

Faced with the enemy who killed his mother, he simply tolerated and avoided him.

He also called the man who couldn't protect his woman his godfather.

He also spared no effort to work for this marquisate, supporting the group of people who killed his biological mother, and letting them enjoy the wealth and honor he brought them.

"You take a rest first, I'll go make you a bowl of noodles."

Shi Ruosu tiptoed out of the room. Yin Jie fell on the bed as if he had lost all his strength, with past scenes flashing through his mind.

In this mansion, he only had the right to live there as a guest, and from beginning to end, his wife had never ordered the servants to serve him.

Before this, he had never doubted anything. He simply thought that the lady was strict in managing the inner house. He didn't expect that it was because of his identity that the Lu family had been targeting him.

The hardships of childhood and the difficulties of youth make the warmth in memory even more precious.

The vague appearance of his mother, superimposed with the image of her covered in blood, appeared in his mind. He bit his lip and tears flowed silently.

After so many years of searching, I didn't expect this to be the result.

After so many years of hard work, I didn't expect it to be a joke.

The man whom he respectfully called adoptive father was his biological father. It was he who brought his biological mother here, watched her being beaten to death, and indulged and doted on the murderer who killed his mother.

His hatred filled his chest, as if it was going to burst him.