northernbook Chapter 321: The Cat Substitutes for the Prince 4
Chapter 321: The Cat Substitutes for the Prince 4
Fu Zilin and Fu Ziyuan are the names Fu Jinhuai gave his two sons.
As the names suggest, one is a prodigy and the other a scourge; it makes perfect sense and directly points out the central theme.
"Mother-in-law, something terrible has happened! You must go and save Lin'er! Madam is going to kill Lin'er!"
When the old lady saw Mo Yuyu running over in a panic, she frowned and scolded her sternly: "Look at you, what kind of behavior is this, so reckless and unbecoming?"
"No matter when or where, you must maintain proper decorum and not disgrace the Fu family."
The old lady looked down on Mo Yuyu. She believed that only a noblewoman from a wealthy family, like the original owner of the body, was worthy of Fu Jinhuai.
It was only after his own son begged that they agreed to let Mo Yuyu into the family.
Sure enough, an orphan girl is just not presentable; she makes a fuss over the smallest things and has no manners.
Mo Yuyu was scolded until tears welled up in her eyes, but she still said urgently, "Mother-in-law, really, Madam is going to scald Lin'er with boiling water. Master is not at home. If you don't stop her, I'm afraid it will be too late."
When the old lady heard that her beloved grandson might be in trouble, her face changed. She was about to get up and go over, but then she suddenly sat down again.
She slammed her hand on the table and roared, "You sly, divisive hussy, what nonsense are you spouting? You might say it's Yuan'er, but Lin'er is her own son. How could she possibly hurt him?"
After the old lady said that, Mo Yuyu remembered that her mother-in-law did not know that she and Fu Jinhuai had switched the children.
There was no point in explaining anymore. He stepped forward, grabbed his mother-in-law, and tried to rush her into the lady's courtyard.
You can tell she's anxious, she's really anxious, but don't rush her.
"Let me go, let me go, you madwoman."
"You disrespectful brat, where are you trying to take this old lady?"
"Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu, are they all dead? Quickly pull this little bitch away."
After being scolded by the old lady, a group of servants in the room rushed over, pulled Mo Yuyu away, and shoved her to the ground.
Mo Yuyu ignored everything and kept shouting, "Mother-in-law, hurry up, or Lin'er will be ruined!"
Sure enough, everyone gets anxious when it's their own child's turn to suffer. Mo Yuyu got anxious when it was her child's turn to suffer.
The old lady had just been pulled and tugged by her, and was still catching her breath, so she quickly had someone bring her a pot of tea to calm her nerves.
What's the rush?
She wasn't like her son, that fool, blinded by this vixen. She didn't believe any mother would harm her own child.
Besides, she knew the lady's temperament; she was definitely not the kind of person who would do such a vicious thing.
"Mother-in-law, please, go quickly! Madam has really gone mad; she's going to hurt the young master."
Seeing her mother-in-law's nonchalant expression, Mo Yuyu was forced to kneel on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
She really wanted to ignore everything and tell the truth to this old hag, but there were too many people in the house, and the walls had ears, so she couldn't say it. She was in a dilemma.
If the madam finds out about this, not only will she be in deep trouble, but even Fu Jinhuai will likely be in serious trouble. The Marquis of Anyang's mansion will not let them off easily.
No matter what Mo Yuyu said, the old lady remained unmoved, waiting for her to rest for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.
Then he said slowly, "Alright, I'll go to Madam's courtyard to take a look. Stop wailing here. My son isn't here, and I, the old lady, won't fall for your act."
Regardless, the old lady decided to go and take a look. If nothing had happened, she would see how she dealt with that wretched woman when she got back.
Upon hearing that there was hope, Mo Yuyu hurriedly stepped forward to support the old lady, wishing she had the speed to run away with her.
"Slow down, slow down, you idiot, are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?"
The old lady was led by Mo Yuyu, her legs moving so fast that if she slowed down even a little, she would fall over. It was truly a hardship for the old woman.
When a large group of people arrived at Qingmo's courtyard.
She was sitting in a chair eating sunflower seeds, while her child was crying loudly beside her. The maids and servants in the room dared not say a word.
"Are you kidding me? Madam is so vicious, she can even harm her own child. They must be tired of living." Only Lü Yun trembled with fear, feeling that her own life was in danger.
Seeing this scene, Fu's mother frowned, but she didn't dare to show her displeasure. She knew better than anyone that her son was a freeloader.
"Daughter-in-law, what's wrong? Why is the child crying like this, and you're not going to do anything about it?"
Qingmo turned a page of the storybook without even looking up, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing serious. This child is just being dramatic; I don't know who he learned it from."
Madam Fu frowned even more, unsure of what to say. Mo Yuyu stepped forward to hug the child, and Qingmo did not stop her.
As she got closer, a scream rang out, "Ah!"
The old lady was so startled that she almost dropped the tea in her hand.
"What are you yelling about, you unruly brat?"
Mo Yuyu acted as if she hadn't heard, taking a few steps back in terror and pointing at Qingmo, "You...you..."
"Madam, the child, the child..."
She was so frightened that she couldn't speak.
Seeing her like this, the old lady realized something was wrong and went to check on the child herself. She almost fainted at just one glance.
There was a tiny baby lying in swaddling clothes, crying heart-wrenchingly, but his face was a bloody mess, not just half a face, but the whole face.
As the flesh churned, the skin on his body turned an unnatural red, like a boiled shrimp, making him look like a monster.
Mrs. Fu was horrified by what she saw. She couldn't believe that her daughter-in-law could actually do such a thing to her son. At that moment, she couldn't care less about anything else.
He shouted, "Someone, fetch a doctor! Go quickly and fetch a doctor!"
None of Qingmo's maids or servants dared to move; it was only the people brought by Madam Fu who hurriedly ran out.
The child was scalded like this, and Fu's mother dared not touch him. She could only let him cry and wait for the doctor to arrive before doing anything else.
Then, her eyes widened in anger, and she pointed at Qingmo, demanding, "Daughter-in-law, what have you done? Even tigers don't eat their cubs, how could you be so cruel!"
Qingmo put down her storybook, slowly stood up, and sneered, "Mother-in-law, you're wrong. What biological mother would do such a thing to her own child?"
"My daughter-in-law suddenly wanted to eat fried meatballs today, so she took Lin'er and went to cook herself. Just as the oil was hot, she accidentally slipped and Lin'er's face fell into the oil."
"My daughter-in-law didn't mean to, how can you say that to me?"
Mrs. Fu was so angry she couldn't speak. How could this be? Taking a child to the kitchen? As the head of the household, why should she do these things?
However, she just couldn't understand it. This was her daughter-in-law's own son, not the illegitimate son born to Mo Yuyu. How dare she? How dare she?
"Nonsense! If that's the case, why didn't you call a doctor sooner? Are you trying to kill the child by leaving him lying here? You wicked woman, you wicked woman!"
"My Fu family is so unfortunate to have married such a vicious woman as you."
Fu's mother was so angry that she couldn't care less about Qingmo's family background. All she knew was that her grandson was finished, so how could she not be angry?
"Madam, please watch your words. You can't just say whatever you want. Everyone knows that the Marquis of Anyang's family has a good reputation. Are you trying to ruin the century-old honor of the Marquis of Anyang's family by saying such things?"
Her gaze was like a sharp arrow, shooting straight at Fu's mother. Fu's mother was stunned by her gaze and words, and for a moment she felt a little guilty.
After all, the Marquis of Anyang's mansion wields considerable power, and if they were truly angered, the Fu family would also suffer.
She suppressed her anger, took a deep breath, and said, "Then what exactly are you trying to do? How can you bear to see the child like this?"
Qingmo sighed at the opportune moment: "Well, since Lin'er is already like this, I think it's better to just let him ruin his face."
"After all, Aunt Mo's Yuan'er also had half of his face disfigured, didn't he? If outsiders knew, they would think that I, as the mistress, couldn't tolerate the two of them."
“My face is ruined, but now no one will gossip or say I’m biased. Yuan’er won’t feel inferior when he grows up. It’s good that he has his brother by his side.”
"You...you...this is your reason for hurting your own child?" Fu's mother was speechless. Such an outrageous thing was simply absurd.
Mo Yuyu's fingernails dug painfully into her palm, but she lowered her eyes and remained silent.
In front of the madam, she, a mere concubine, had no right to speak, nor did she have the standing to stand up at this moment; she could only lower her eyes to hide the hatred in them.
She was terrified that she wouldn't be able to control herself and that the bitch would see through her.
She's so ruthless! How can there be such a ruthless woman?
That bitch actually put her child in a vat of boiling oil! How dare she? How dare she?
She could even harm a child; does she deserve to be called a human being? She doesn't; she's a monster.
At this moment, she completely forgot that she herself was also a villain, having disfigured the original owner's child by scalding him.
Now, it's just a matter of tit for tat; there's still a long way to go.