The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

Ming Yuandu and others had already left, and this farce finally came to an end.

But Princess Fuhua did not feel happy or relieved about this. On the contrary, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Even a little self-blame.

She blamed herself for coming back too late and causing her precious granddaughter to suffer so much.

She even blamed herself for not being able to stop Zhou from keeping the child, and instead letting someone else take over Yanyan's identity and position.

If not, how could so many things happen now?

She couldn't hide her self-blame, even if she didn't say it, how could Mingjin not see it?

Feeling the warmth from his grandmother's palm, Ming Jin smiled and said to the old lady, "Don't be sad, grandma. I'm fine."

But how could the old man believe her?

She raised her red eyes and glared at Ming Jin gently: "What do you mean nothing? If I don't ask the truth today, how long are you going to keep it a secret?"

This is still blaming Mingjin for not telling the truth.

Ming Jin was somewhat helpless when he was looked at: "It's nothing, I already explained it to her clearly in the carriage." After saying that, before the old man could speak, she hurriedly added, "Don't worry, I didn't suffer any loss."

There was no sadness on her face.

He even smiled to please the old man.

But Princess Fuhua felt even more sad for her when she saw her like this. She could not say anything and could only hug her tightly.

Ming Jin smiled and let her hold him, and patted the old man's back gently as if to comfort him.

Aunt Cheng was watching from the side and her eyes also turned red.

She turned her back and wiped her eyes.

After a long while, Princess Fuhua calmed down a little. She looked at Mingjin and said, "Don't hide it from grandma anymore. If anyone bullies you, come and tell grandma. Grandma will take care of it for you!"

Mingjin smiled.

She wanted to say that no one dared to bully her.

She is no longer the poor little girl who would hide and cry while being bullied.

But seeing the old man's worried face, Ming Jin still smiled and agreed.

The old man was relieved.

But he still held Mingjin's hand and refused to let go.

Aunt Cheng, who was standing next to her, watched the time go by and could not help but persuade her, "Princess, it's time to have dinner."

Princess Fuhua then remembered this.

"I almost forgot. Hurry up and have someone bring the prepared dinner over." She said to Mingjin, "Tonight it's just the two of us, grandparents and grandchildren, eating together."

Mingjin was what she had been longing for.

Aunt Cheng asked someone to serve the meal. Princess Fuhua held Mingjin's hand and said, "Now that your grandmother is back, no one can bully you or take away your things."

When Mingjin heard this, he knew what his grandmother was going to do.

Her grandmother had said the same thing to her in her previous life, but Mingjin’s state of mind was completely different from that in her previous life.

Although she was grateful to her grandmother at that time, she finally declined.

She was afraid that Zhou Zhaoru would be caught in a dilemma.

Now she is no longer afraid of being embarrassed by anyone, she just simply doesn't want it.

"Give it to her," she said to her grandmother.

Princess Fuhua frowned when she heard this: "What nonsense are you talking about? That's yours!" Fearing that her tone was too harsh and would scare her, Princess Fuhua restrained her tone and said to Mingjin earnestly: "Don't worry, your grandmother will support you, no one will dare to say anything."

"I'm not worried about what they say."

Ming Jin smiled and took the old man's arm. His whole body was as soft as spring water, and he leaned on the old man's shoulder with full dependence: "I don't care what they think. I just simply feel disgusted by that identity and name."

"Whenever I think about these things that she used, and the possibility that someone else might call me by mistake when they see me in the future, I feel sick."

Princess Fuhua felt even more upset when she heard this, and she blamed herself even more. With tears in her eyes, she reached out and touched Mingjin's head: "It's my fault, Grandmother, for not being able to stop this."

"That's not your problem."

Ming Jin raised his head from her shoulder and stopped the old man from thinking with a serious face: "You have done enough for me. Besides, with your status, there are too many things and people to take care of. It's not easy."

Just like before.

Maybe there was a moment when her grandmother really wanted to take her away, but she was not her grandmother after all.

She is also someone's mother, someone's grandmother, and the ancestor of the Anyuan Marquisate.

Even though she was in a high position, my grandmother couldn't really do whatever she wanted. Because of her status, it was actually more difficult for her than for others.

So even though Mingjin felt regretful, he would not pester his grandmother to really leave this place.

It’s okay not to leave.

Anyway, for her, wherever her grandmother is, that is home.

She still held the old man's arm and said softly, "I have never blamed you. Don't take responsibility for other people's mistakes. This has nothing to do with you."

“I don’t need those things either.”

"An identity or a name doesn't mean anything. I know that I am myself and your granddaughter. That's enough."

"it is good!"

Princess Fuhua held back her tears and said, "You are right. An identity and a name do not mean anything. You will always be the apple of my grandmother's eye and the most distinguished girl in our mansion!"

……

The other end.

After Ming Yuandu dragged Zhou Zhaoru into the house, he immediately let go of her hand. He told Mother Cui, who was standing by and looking at them worriedly, in a cold voice, "Keep an eye on your mistress. Don't let her run around for a while!"

He finished this sentence with a sullen face.

Without caring about Zhou Zhaoru's expression, he walked straight out.

When he walked outside and saw Ming Jingheng following him, Ming Yuandu paused, but did not stop him from going in.

But he didn't say anything.

Ming Yuandu just nodded to Ming Jingheng and left.

Ming Jingheng lowered his head and watched him leave before walking into the house.

In the house, Mother Cui didn't know what had happened. She only heard that the lady and the girl had a quarrel in the evening, which was heard by Aunt Cheng and brought to the eldest princess.

Seeing Zhou Zhaoru, who was distraught and looked extremely bad, Mother Cui was worried and puzzled: "What happened to you? Why did the princess and the marquis get so angry for no reason?"

As she spoke, she took the hot towel handed to her by the maid and wanted to wipe Zhou Zhaoru herself.

Zhou Zhaoru remained motionless.

Until Ming Jingheng walked in and called her "Mother" in a hoarse voice.

Zhou Zhaoru's distracted eyes regained some brilliance. She raised her head, looked at Ming Jingheng and shouted, "... Heng'er."

"Heng'er!"

She suddenly stood up, staggered to Ming Jingheng, grabbed his hand and said, "Heng'er, go and tell your grandmother not to let your second and third aunts handle your birthday."

"You are the prince and the eldest grandson. You were raised by your grandmother. Your grandmother will definitely give you some face."

As she spoke, she pushed Ming Jingheng out, encouraging him, "Go and talk to your grandmother, go ahead!"

"I'm her mother. How can I give her birthday gift to someone else?"

She murmured as she spoke, "No, they can't do this to me!"

Mother Cui was stunned as she listened, not understanding how this matter could be related to the birthday party on August 23rd.

And from what Madam said, the eldest princess handed this matter over to the second and third wives?

Why is this?

Mother Cui was standing by in confusion. Seeing the prince being pushed out by his wife with a tired face, she was about to speak out to stop him when she heard his wife's dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with you? You don't listen to your mother either!"

He said this without waiting for Ming Jingheng to say anything.

Zhou Zhaoru seemed to realize that she was doing something wrong, and hurriedly pulled Ming Jingheng's arm and apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean to you."

"Mom is just too anxious, too anxious."

"Heng'er, your father won't help me. Mom only has you. Only you can help me." Zhou Zhaoru cried while holding Ming Jingheng's arm.

"Mother……"

Ming Jingheng finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

When Zhou Zhaoru heard his voice, he immediately raised his head with hope and said, "Mom is here, tell me what you want to say!"

Ming Jingheng looked at her and said, "Put it down."

"what?"

Zhou Zhaoru was stunned and she didn't react for a moment.

"Just listen to your grandmother and have a good rest." Ming Jingheng added.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Zhaoru finally reacted. Her face suddenly changed and she could no longer control her temper: "What are you talking about!"

"Do you know what you are talking about!"

"That's my daughter. Why should I let someone else organize her birthday? I'm her mother. I'm her mother!"

"She was born from my belly. Not to mention your second aunt and third aunt, even your grandmother..."

Zhou Zhaoru said sternly.

Before Wei Xiang could finish, he was interrupted by an even louder voice: "Are you doing this for your own reputation or for my little sister?"

"If you had any apology for me, you wouldn't say such a thing now."

"Have you ever said sorry to my little sister since the incident? Of the two things my grandmother mentioned, you only cared about her birthday because you were afraid that so many people would come to your house that day and know that you were not in charge. You were afraid that they would look down on you and talk about you, and you were afraid that you would not be able to get along with them in the future."

This was the first time Ming Jingheng spoke so loudly.

After he finished speaking, not only Zhou Zhaoru and Cui's mother who had come over to dissuade him were stunned, but even Ming Jingheng himself was dazed for a moment.

After a while.

Ming Jingheng gently rubbed his tense and stiff brows and said to Zhou Zhaoru in a hoarse voice, "It's useless. No one can change what grandma has decided."

"and--"

"And what?"

Zhou Zhaoru was still dazed, but subconsciously took over the conversation.

Ming Jingheng didn't speak immediately, but just looked at her in silence.

Zhou Zhaoru seemed to know what he was going to say. She asked, "And you don't want to do this, right?"

Ming Jingheng neither admitted nor denied it. He just turned his face away and said in a hoarse voice: "You are tired and need to rest well. You should rest well here for the next few days."

After he finished speaking, he did not look at Zhou Zhaoru again, but went straight to Mother Cui and said, "Mother Cui, I'm sorry to bother you these days."

Looking at Mother Cui, he nodded hesitantly.

Ming Jingheng didn't stay any longer and turned around and left.

"Heng'er, don't go, come back!"

Zhou Zhaoru watched him leave with a slight flicker in his eyes.

She wanted to chase him out, but when she reached the door, her anger suddenly turned bad.

Her heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something. Zhou Zhaoru held onto the door sill, her forehead covered with sweat. She could do nothing but cover her heart and watch her son moving further and further away from her.

Her tears also flowed down, and she kept shouting to come back, but no one turned back or came back.