Chapter 7 He's Lying Again

• But she didn't want anything to happen to her family!
• She sat up straight instantly, wanting to hear a few more words, but after a moment, the little one remained silent.
• The current emperor detested witchcraft the most. If anything related to it was found during the search of the Zhang family …
• She didn't have time to think it through.
• She waved Hu Yue over and whispered in her ear.
• "Tell them that during my confinement, I crave my mother's homemade ginseng soup. Sneak out and get it, but make sure nobody sees you." After saying this, Zhang Ling's eyes flickered with a hint of inner conflict.
• "No, hold on." Zhang Ling struggled to rise from the bed.
• The October air had already drenched her in cold sweat.
• She fetched a scripture from the highest cabinet, one she had personally transcribed, initially meant as a gift for her mother-in-law's birthday.
• She bit her finger, enduring the pain as she continuously wrote something on it.
• Once the ink dried, she said, "Retrieve the item under the tree and place this blood-written message inside. Make sure no one suspects a thing, and return immediately after retrieving it!"
• Zhang Ling looked serious, and Hu Yue didn't dare to waste any time as she hurriedly left the room.
• That night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
• The next morning.
• Yang Mingrui finally returned home looking exhausted.
• "My love, it's all my fault. There was urgent business in the court last night. I was busy all night, and couldn't make it back in time. I'm sorry for making you wait." Yang Mingrui apologised as soon as he entered the house. It was a familiar reason.
• In the past, whenever he apologised like this, Zhang Ling would always comfort him affectionately, saying that state affairs were more important.
• But now …
• She scrutinised Yang Mingrui. At thirty-four, he was handsome, with refined and elegant air that increased his charm.
• The guilt and sincerity in his eyes almost overwhelmed her.
• 'My sc*mbag father turns out to be pretty decent-looking. No wonder someone waited for him for over a decade,' Yang Yuting couldn't help but quipped.
• "Is this our little girl? Come on, I'll hug you. You're the only … " Yang Mingrui suddenly halted his words.
• Zhang Ling's expression turned icy. The only daughter?
• "Yeah, she's the only daughter of the Yang family," Zhang Ling said, with a slight frown.
• "Her eyes resemble yours, but her mouth looks like mine," Yang Mingrui said, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
• But it had to be admitted, that this child was undeniably cute.
• "You never held the three sons, but you're willing to hold this one." Zhang Ling chuckled lightly.
• "Sons can't be spoiled, but daughters are different, right?" Yang Mingrui had been in the government for over a decade, and while his colleagues had become big-bellied, he remained lean and elegant, exuding an aura of authority.
• In the capital, many women admired him.
• Everyone praised his integrity and reputation.
• 'Pretty Mother, he's lying to you again. He treats my brothers differently … ' She continued talking, but Zhang Ling didn't understand a word.
• As soon as she heard about her three sons, Zhang Ling's heart raced.
• What did he do to my sons?
• She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread.
• Her mind suddenly cleared.
• She had only thought that Yang Mingrui had changed his heart. Could there be some other secret behind this?
• Even though Yang Mingrui was usually observant, he didn't pick up on her strange demeanour. After years of deception, he didn't need to think of any more excuses.
• With just rubbish nonsense, she'd believed him completely.