Chapter 485

A cold sneer lingered at the corner of his mouth. He was so eager to punch the doctor to death directly, but he endured.

After sending the doctor away, he quietly sat beside A Ying, placing his big hand on her flat belly, thinking to himself, “Why is it always Zhao Changdu’s child in there?”

“A Ying, you clearly love me instead of him, don’t you?”

“With you bearing another man’s child, how can I treat you well?”

He sneered as he gently caressed A Ying’s cheek. The fury in his heart, however, had already become a towering tidal wave.

As he watched the woman who was sleeping quietly on the bed, he wished he could tear open her belly!

The seeds of madness were planted over and over again. In order to make A Ying belong to him alone, he brought Chu Jiuniang from Haizhou City back and trained her to impersonate A Ying.

Chu Jiuniang was indeed a useful tool, but unfortunately, she was too ambitious and tried to break free from his control to climb higher herself.

Therefore, he dealt a heavy blow on Chu Jiuniang. He ordered someone to sever her hands and feet tendons before throwing her into Puzhao Temple, allowing people there to insult and torment her freely, making her unable to live or die.

As for A Ying, he secretly sent her to Hidden Fragrance Courtyard.

He also made people abort her unborn child, used drugs to control her, not allowing her to show her face in public.

Occasionally, he would also take advantage of A Ying to rein in Zhao Changdu.

In the winter of the 26th year of Tianqi Era, at this ruined temple.

He used Chu Jiuniang to trick Zhao Changdu and chopped off his head here.

Since then, he supported a three-year-old child from the Li family to take the throne, becoming the de facto ruler of Dongli Dynasty himself.

By then, he had reached the peak of power with unparalleled authority. It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as inferior only to the Son of Heaven. From now on, no one would compete with him for A Ying anymore. After getting the new residence furnished, he sent people to Peach Blossom Town to bring her back.

She was still the same as before, with only him in her heart and eyes. Unfortunately, she bled profusely and died in childbed when giving birth to their first child.

Their daughter did not survive either... Her body was only the size of a palm. She laid coldly in his arms without a breath, without even leaving a cry in this world.

Later, the red mole on the baby girl's neck would frequently appear before his eyes.

"Hey, when have you seen me before? Why don't you speak?"

The soft, tender voice pulled his mind back.

Jiang Yin was stunned for quite a while. He moved his gaze to the precocious face of the little boy and sighed heavily with emotions, "You and your mother both have a red mole on your neck."

This time, it was Zhao Yan's turn to be confused. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Jiang Yin was rather smug. "Oh? Haven't you noticed it?"

A strange smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Yan's mouth. "Uncle, have you gone mad? My mother has never had any red moles on her neck."

He stretched out his little hand and touched his own neck. "And I don't have any red moles either. This red color is the rouge my mother left on me when she kissed me this morning."

Jiang Yin's brows furrowed fiercely. He suddenly seemed to recall something. "Wait, what did you just say?"

In the end, who was the real A Ying! And who was Chu Jiuniang?!

On the night when he ordered someone to cripple Chu Jiuniang, it was Gu Jia and Jiang Ling'er who did it.

And the real A Ying should have already been on the carriage heading to Hidden Fragrance Courtyard.

Gu Jia and Jiang Ling'er would never lie to him!

Wait a minute...

He suddenly remembered something again. His mind buzzed loudly and his already withered face instantly froze.

He remembered having heard Ling'er talk about something like a cicada molting its skin and body swapping.

He thought she was referring to his plan of using Chu Jiuniang to impersonate A Ying. But now that he thought about it, could it be that Chu Jiuniang had colluded with Gu Jia and Jiang Ling'er early on and made A Ying suffer in this ruined temple for ten years instead?!!!!

Jiang Yin suddenly felt choked in the chest with his heartbeat shooting up to his throat. No wonder A Ying harbored such deep hatred towards him after rebirth!

No wonder she kept saying that she would kill him to avenge herself!

Whenever she saw him, there was no longer any trace of love or reliance in her eyes, only intense hatred and anguish!

So the person he had hurt turned out to be her!

The one he thought was Chu Jiuniang was actually A Ying?!

Good heavens!

What on earth are you doing to me!!!

"Hahahahaha! Heaven, how dare you make fun of me like this! You knew perfectly well that the one I loved was A Ying, yet you made me treat her like that!"

And to atone for his sins, he tried to please the "fake" A Ying in every possible way afterwards.

Chu Jiuniang must have ridiculed him endlessly in her heart when seeing him act like that!

Jiang Yin felt bitterly ironic. He choked out a laugh and coughed violently again.

When he raised his eyes, what was in them was utmost pain and regret.

He suddenly grabbed little Zhao Yan's hand. "Child, I beg you, please ask your mother to come see me. I have very important things to tell her! Quick! Go find your mother right now!"

"Have you gone mad?" Zhao Yan disgustedly rubbed his nose and shook his hand off. "How could my mother see someone like you?"

"I'm her husband!"

"Bullshit! My mother's husband is my father! What the hell do you think you are?!"

Zhao Yan's eyes turned cold. After listening to Jiang Yin's delirious ravings and hearing him insult his mother's reputation over and over again, he became increasingly displeased.

He knew best who his biological father was.

His face that resembled his father's by 80% was proof enough that this beggar was spouting nonsense.

He lazily sneered, shoved a rock directly into Jiang Yin's mouth, and used a discarded rope nearby to tie his hands together. He glared at Jiang Yin a few times, forbidding him from talking rubbish.

After doing all this, the boy patted his palms feeling satisfied. Just as he was about to leave, he heard a familiar female voice calling tenderly from outside the dilapidated temple,

"Yan'er, where are you? Are you inside?"𝑓𝑟𝑒𝓮𝓌𝑒𝒷𝘯ℴ𝑣𝓮𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝘮