The Duke's Daughter is Reborn

Chapter 463 The Truth

Perhaps it was because of what happened to Aunt Yin today that made Song Hongwen suddenly realize that he owed Yang Qi for all these years, or maybe it was just to bring a little comfort to himself.

So, just after Xu left, the servant beside Song Hongwen walked into the room carrying an exquisite inkstone.

"The Duke knows that Miss Third loves calligraphy and ink, so he specially asked someone to find this fine inkstone and wanted to give it to you." The servant said with a smile on his face and a very respectful tone.

Seeing this, Yang Qi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile, then turned to He's mother and said, "Dad is really thoughtful, please help me put this inkstone away."

Mother He responded quickly, walked forward to take the inkstone, and put it aside carefully.

At the same time, Yang Lan on the other side had just walked into the upper room, and Xin Che informed Yang Qi of the news: "Miss, the old lady just sent someone to pass on a message, saying that she wants to invite the second young lady to have dinner together."

When Yang Qi heard the news, she did not look up immediately. Her eyes were still on the relationship map of the capital's people in front of her, and she seemed to be thinking about something.

After a while, she nodded slowly, indicating that she already knew about it.

After Xin Che left the room, Yang Qi slowly raised his head, reached out to pick up the Shanlianhu brush on the table, and looked at it carefully.

The old lady is indeed the grandmother who has taught Yang Lan for many years, and her understanding of Yang Lan can be said to be deep-rooted.

When I exposed this matter this morning, I'm afraid the old lady already had a clear guess in her mind about the real person behind the scenes, and this person is most likely Yang Lan.

This also explains why the old lady was unwilling to search for even a trace of evidence today.

Because she knew very well that if she conducted an in-depth investigation, Yang Lan would most likely be implicated.

After all, Yang Lan is her beloved granddaughter for many years, and her feelings for Yang Lan are much deeper than those for her other sisters.

Moreover, from the perspective of practical interests, a "pure and flawless" Yang Lan is extremely valuable to the Duke's Mansion. Things in the world are unpredictable. Even if the Fifth Prince is temporarily out of power now, there is no guarantee that he will not make a comeback someday.

The old lady would naturally not easily let this pearl that she had nurtured for many years be covered in dust or suffer any damage.

I think, among all the people in the upper room this morning, apart from myself, the "victim", I am afraid that only the old lady has truly seen the whole picture of the matter.

This Shanlianhu brush was a gift given to her by Yang Lan many years ago. At that time, this brush was the best brush in Yang Qi's hands.

To this day, Yang Qi can still recall the joy and happiness she felt when she received the brush.

Many years have passed. Although Yang Qi now has many other good brushes, this Shanlianhu brush is always kept on her desk and has never been replaced.

After living a new life, Yang Qi knows Yang Lan's character better than anyone else.

In good times, Yang Lan never hesitates to show kindness to those around her, and always treats others with gentleness and tolerance.

However, in the face of adversity, Yang Lan also has his own unwillingness and pride. Over the years, Yang Lan has long been accustomed to following behind him.

In this life, she had more frequent contacts with Yang Lan, who also took good care of her on a daily basis. Therefore, apart from the old lady not wanting to delve into it, Yang Qi also did not want to destroy the superficial intimacy between the sisters, even though it was only superficial harmony.

Yang Qi sighed softly, put the Shanlian Lake brush aside, and then carefully looked at the relationship map of the characters in the capital. This map depicts in detail the relationship between the various forces and characters in the capital. For Yang Qi, this is her most important thing at the moment.

Without understanding the true intentions of the Fifth Prince and Concubine Hua, Yang Qi felt that every step he and the Crown Prince took was like walking on the edge of a knife, full of dangers.

On the other side, Yang He dragged his heavy steps, moving back to his yard step by step.

At the same time, Yang He was dragging her heavy feet and struggling to move back to her own yard. She was in a very heavy mood because Bicao was being beaten to death by the people in the old lady's yard and she might not survive today. Yang He herself was in a difficult situation and had no ability to protect Bicao.

The door of the yard was half-closed, and the breeze blew gently, making a "creaking" sound, as if it was sighing helplessly. Yang He walked into the yard, and the familiar scenes of the past seemed particularly strange and cold at this moment.

The layout of the house is still the same as when I left this morning, but now it is filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Yang He fell to the side of the bed, his hands hanging limply at his sides, his eyes staring blankly ahead. The resolute face of Aunt Yin kept appearing in his mind. In order to extricate himself from the vortex, Aunt Yin resolutely took all the blame.

"Why, why would I do such a stupid thing!" Yang He held her head in her hands, tears of regret welling up in her eyes.

She remembered that she had drugged her sister out of momentary jealousy and impulse. She had originally just wanted a little revenge, but who could have thought that things would develop to such an uncontrollable point.

Now, in order to protect her, her aunt is willing to bear all the consequences, but she can only watch helplessly.

"I am such a sinner! Not only did I harm myself, but I also made my aunt suffer!"

Yang He's voice was trembling, like a candle in the wind, full of endless self-blame and pain. Her mind kept flashing back to the scene in the upper room today, and those little details were constantly displayed in front of her like a scroll.

Every scene was like a sharp knife, ruthlessly stabbing her fragile heart.

She remembered her aunt's resolute eyes, the indifferent expressions of her grandmother and father, and her own helplessness and fear at the time. These memories were like evil spirits, constantly tormenting her heart.

At this moment, Yang He's heart was filled with deep regret and fear.

She couldn't figure out when her third sister knew what Aunt Yin was doing. Was she secretly observing her, or did someone tell her the news?

When Yang He thought that Yang Qi knew everything but could still remain so calm and pretend nothing had happened, chatting and laughing with her in the mansion, waves of fear surged in her heart.

Outside the window, the sky gradually darkened, and the night was like a huge black cloth, slowly covering the entire yard.

Darkness is like a ferocious beast, devouring all light and hope.

Yang He sat quietly in front of the window, staring at the dark night, the despair and pain in her heart surged like a tide.

She knew that from now on, Aunt Yin would be imprisoned in this manor and spend the rest of her lonely life. And the scar in her heart would never heal.