Chapter 103: with translation of chapter title

How could this be, how could this be?

When Ye Huahuan saw Fu Qianchen's true face, it was as if she had seen a ghost; she simply couldn't believe her own eyes!

Ye Qingran's wild offspring, how could he resemble the National Master so closely, as if they were father and son!

Could it be that Ye Qingran's wild offspring belongs to the National Master?

This thought lingered in her mind; Ye Huahuan's eyes filled with jealousy and hatred, she couldn't stop shaking her head, unable to accept this truth no matter what!

Zhao Shi was also shocked beyond measure.

She had only seen Mo Xiaohu's appearance and never imagined the child's biological father was the National Master. As for Fu Qianchen, he always wore a mask; she assumed the boy was just too ugly to show his face, so she didn't think much of it.

Who would have thought, this masked child actually resembles the National Master so much—clearly a continuation of his bloodline!

"May I ask, is the child's biological mother Ye Qingran?"

Everyone froze, then turned toward the source of the voice, thinking this person was truly bold to dare ask such a question?

But they were indeed curious—could the child's mother really be Ye Qingran?

The person who asked this question was Mu Qingrou.

Not to mention others, Ye Qingran herself was also very curious.

She isn't usually gossipy, but she's still very interested in the National Master's secrets?

What kind of formidable woman could possibly handle a man of the National Master's caliber?

Ye Qingran was lost in thought when she suddenly felt a fiery gaze upon her; she stiffened instantly, subconsciously looked up, and saw the National Master gazing at her with a half-smile.

Her heart gave a thump.

Damn it, National Master, you wouldn't nonsense‑say the child's mother is her, would you?

It's not impossible, after all, just now Xiao Hu and Fu Ze called her "mother" to her face.

But once the National Master admits it, she'll be as stained as if she jumped into the Yellow River—she'll never wash it clean. From then on, wouldn't she be led by the nose by the National Master?

Ye Qingran gave the National Master a warning look.

The National Master curled his lips in a smile, seeming in a good mood.

The National Master shifted his gaze toward the crowd.

"The child's mother has already passed away!" Speaking of the child's mother, the National Master seemed unwilling to elaborate, a chilling flicker crossing his brows and eyes that made hearts tremble.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions shifted slightly.

It seems the child's mother is not Ye Qingran.

Ye Qingran stared blankly for a moment.

Given the National Master's reaction, he must hate the child's mother intensely. Yet if he hates her, why did he have a child with her? Could it be love turned to hatred?

In Ye Qingran's mind, a tragic love‑deep epic instantly unfolded!

"As for why they call Ye Qingran 'mother,' it's because they like Miss Ye's gentleness and kindness, plus they miss their birth mother, so they address Miss Ye as 'mother.' For the trouble this has caused Miss Ye, this National Master sincerely apologizes."

Fu Hanxiu said this to Ye Qingran.

These words were concise and clear, perfectly clarifying that Ye Qingran had no out‑of‑wedlock child and also explaining the children's relation to her.

However, Ye Qingran was somewhat displeased.

Although her reputation is preserved, why did the two children inexplicably become the National Master's?

Fu Qianchen being his own son is fine, but Xiao Hu is innocent!

Moreover, she and Xiao Hu's blood samples have already been sent to the Medicine King Valley; Xiao Hu is very likely her son.

After this uproar, how will she ever straighten out her tangled relationship with the National Master?

She had originally wanted to drift apart from the National Master, thinking that their last quarrel had destined them to be parallel lines that never meet; today, because of the children's matter, they are forced to intertwine again!

Ye Qingran felt her head swell!

Fu Hanxiu's words let Ye Huahuan breathe a sigh of relief.

So that's how it is!

The child is indeed the National Master's, yet has no connection to Ye Qingran.

No wonder the National Master and Ye Qingran have grown so close; it wasn't that he fancied Ye Qingran, but because the two children like her.

While Ye Huahuan breathed a sigh of relief, a scheming thought also crept into her mind.

The National Master's two children like Ye Qingran because she is beautiful; so what if her beauty were ruined?

Ye Huahuan stroked her smooth, delicate cheeks, her eyes filling with a venomous frost.

If Ye Qingran's face were ruined, then in Xiliang City her beauty would be foremost, and the National Master's two children would then throw themselves into her arms!

With the children's affection and reliance, she would have the National Master as her backing; plus her status as Crown Princess, Ye Huahuan would become the most noble woman of Donglin Country!

"They say they want to drown me and Xiao Hu in a pig basket, dump our corpses in the wilderness to be devoured by beasts, and drive the lovely mother out of Xiliang City. Father Lord, you must seek justice for us!"

Fu Qianchen's tender voice reached everyone's ears, like a demon's judgment, making them stiffen as if fallen into an ice cellar, their bodies cold as ice.

Dongfang Qingxuan broke out in a cold sweat on the back of his head, while Mu Qingrou trembled.

To seize the National Master's two children, dunk them in a pig basket, then dump their corpses in the wilderness for beasts to devour—these words were spoken by Mu Qingrou; as for Dongfang Qingxuan, he endorsed them in his capacity as crown prince.

Dongfang Qingxuan truly hates Mu Qingrou; for no reason she stirred up trouble, leaving him now feeling like a thorn in his back!

"National Master, please calm your anger; I previously did not know the child was yours!"

Dongfang Qingxuan bowed, his tone losing all former grandeur, now filled with alarm and urgency.

Before the National Master, even a national crown prince must coil like a dragon!

Mu Qingrou was even more terrified. Although she is the daughter of the Wuji Hall steward family, before the National Master she is insignificant.

"National Master, please forgive me; I also did not know they were your children. As the saying goes, ignorance is no crime—I hope you will be lenient!"

Mu Qingrou said anxiously.

The National Master didn't even give them a glance; his gaze, whether intentional or not, lingered on Ye Qingran for a moment, then he turned to Fu Qianchen and Mo Xiaohu and asked, "Tell me, who has been bullying you?"

Fu Qianchen and Mo Xiaohu exchanged a glance, and a delighted smile appeared in each other's eyes.

Someone backed them up, so they weren't polite anymore!

Then, Fu Qianchen and Mo Xiaohu, as if assigning troops and commanders, pointed their little fingers at the crowd.

The bystanders who had earlier agreed with Mu Qingrou all broke out in a cold sweat, feeling guilty; when the two cute kids pointed at them, they all knelt down in unison!

That scene was spectacular.

Their kneeling actually made the silhouettes of Mu Qingrou and her group clearer.

"Her, and her..."

Fu Qianchen pointed at Mu Qingrou, then at Zhao Yan.

The two turned deathly pale.

"Her, her, and him!"

Ye Huanhuan, the Thirteenth Princess, and Dongfang Qingxuan!

……

The noble ladies and young masters of Xiliang who had once bullied Ye Qingran were all pointed out by the two vengeful cute kids.

Finally, Mo Xiaohu pointed at the terrified Zhao Shi.

"And this old hag, who keeps saying she's doing it for the beauty's mother's sake, who knows what wicked deeds she's done behind the scenes!"

Zhao Shi felt a thump in her heart, her heart leapt to her throat.

"National Master, you've wronged me!"

Zhao Shi knelt and kowtowed, crying out to heaven and earth.

Along with them was Wang Yan, who had just been named.

As for Ye Sisi, although her appearance had been ruined by Ye Qingran and she was injured, she could not escape being named.

Under the apothecary's treatment, she slowly regained consciousness, and suddenly a domineering yet pleasant voice sounded in her ear.

"The saying that the ignorant are not guilty is correct, but my child suffered a severe fright—death can be waived, but punishment cannot be avoided. Fu San, seize those the young master named, and beat them on the spot..."

"Miss Ye, what do you think is an appropriate number of strokes?"

Suddenly, the named Ye Qingran: "???"