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Chapter 43 Tears of Blood in the Rainy Night, Heartbreaking Truth

As soon as Gu Cheng'an returned, he immediately summoned all the servants of Suijinxuan together.

We checked everyone who came and went on the day Du Ruoling miscarried, and everything she ate.

The night was as dark as ink, and the drizzling rain clung to the Marquis's residence like a heavy curtain.

Inside the vast Tingxue Pavilion, only Gu's mother remained alone.

The raindrops falling outside the window, along with the flickering candlelight, reflected her thin and lonely figure.

The horrific scene of Granny Wang's death by crashing into a pillar kept flashing through her mind—her wide-open eyes, the blood-stained ground—tugged at her heartstrings.

With a creak, the door was slowly pushed open.

Mother Gu was jolted awake from her painful memories and looked up to see Gu Cheng'an walking in.

His gloomy face exuded a chilling aura.

But Gu's mother didn't notice anything unusual about her son. Overwhelmed with grief, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

She sobbed and cried to Gu Cheng'an, "My son, your father is so cruel. He actually wants to send me to that poor temple. How can your mother bear it..."

Gu Cheng'an didn't say a word, he just stood there quietly, looking at his mother.

He couldn't understand when her face started to look older and older.

Perhaps he never understood his mother?

The air inside seemed to freeze.

After a moment, he opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Mother, how exactly did Ling'er lose her child?"

Gu's mother's heart clenched suddenly, as if gripped tightly by an invisible hand. A hint of panic flashed across her face, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Wasn't it her own actions—causing her to lose her baby by causing a scene in front of Prince Yong's mansion? Who can she blame?"

“I checked, it was Granny Wang who sent the dinner that night.” This short sentence was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

The mother and son faced off like that.

Gu Cheng'an's eyes were filled with pain and disappointment, and the pain in his chest seemed to be devouring him.

"That's your own grandson, how could you do that?"

Madam Gu turned her head away, her eyes flickering uncertainly. "The child in the princess's belly is my grandson. How can a son born to a lowly servant be compared to the princess of the Yong Prince's mansion?"

“This marriage concerns the honor of Marquis Anyang and you; I have no choice.”

Her voice was cold, yet it couldn't hide a hint of guilt. "If Du Ruoling hadn't made a scene, she could have given birth safely. What am I supposed to choose?"

Gu Cheng'an laughed bitterly, the sound particularly jarring in the quiet rainy night, filled with endless self-mockery, until tears streamed down his face.

It's truly laughable that a grandmother would harm her own grandson just to curry favor with the Prince Yong's family.

Startled by his reaction, Gu's mother cried out in a trembling voice, "Cheng'an, don't scare your mother!"

Gu Cheng'an stopped laughing and looked coldly at his mother: "Do you really think the child in the princess's belly is mine?"

Gu's mother's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. "What did you say?"

Gu Cheng'an took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm not a naive young man; I already know about matters between men and women."

"On my wedding night, I lost consciousness after just one cup of wine. Was the nuptial wine served in the manor really that potent?"

"No, it's impossible, you must be lying to your mother, right?" Mother Gu shook her head desperately, muttering, "I saw the bloodstains on the handkerchief, it can't be fake."

Gu Cheng'an simply shook his head helplessly; he didn't want to say anything more.

He turned and walked towards the door.

Gu's mother asked anxiously from behind, "Why did you only tell me now?"

Gu Cheng'an stopped in his tracks, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "What good would it do to tell you? Would it make you marry another wife for me?"

"You really like that lowly servant girl that much? You can put up with all this for her sake?"

Mother Gu was filled with resentment. How could she have given birth to such a son, who was nothing like her or the Marquis of Anyang?

Gu Cheng'an pushed open the door and left without looking back, leaving his mother alone in the house.

She stared at the closed door, feeling dizzy and weak, and collapsed to the ground.

After some time, the door hinges creaked again.

"Cheng'an?" Gu's mother subconsciously looked up, a hint of expectation still lingering in her eyes.

However, when she saw who it was, her expectation was instantly replaced by shock and anger.

Standing inside was Bao Ling. As the gaze slowly moved downwards, Bao Ling was tightly gripping a whip in her hand. The faint light reflected off the whip, sending a chill down one's spine.

"You...you lowly servant, how dare you?" Mother Gu's eyes widened, her voice becoming shrill with fear.

She never imagined that Bao Ling, who used to be so subservient to her, would now dare to openly come to her with a whip.

Does she want to take the law into her own hands?

Bao Ling's lips curled into a cold smile. "Why wouldn't I dare? Do you really think you're still the mistress of the Marquis's mansion?"

Before she finished speaking, Baoling suddenly lashed out with her whip, which drew an arc in the air and struck Gu's mother hard.

"Ah..." Gu's mother let out a scream, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"You lowly servant, you lowly servant..." she cursed angrily as she tried to dodge, but no matter where she hid, the whip would strike her precisely.

Bao Ling's eyes grew even redder, burning with an excited flame. "Doesn't this wicked woman like to torture people? How does it feel to be whipped?"

She seemed to have fallen into some kind of madness, venting all the humiliation she had suffered these past days through the whip in her hand.

Including that 'child'?

She had some doubts in her mind: was she really pregnant?

Her periods have always been irregular, and she hasn't had one since that one night of passion with the Marquis of Anyang.

Will it be...

After all, the pain in my body felt so real, and there was also the pool of blood flowing from my lower body.

Whether it was a lucky accident or Chu Ruohan's deliberate act, things had already come to this point, and she could no longer dwell on it.

He could only vent all his pain and resentment on his mother.

Baoling was exhausted from hitting him, and her right hand trembled so much that she could no longer lift it.

Gu's mother was lying on the ground, unable to get up. She was covered in injuries, especially on her back, which was ripped open and exposed raw flesh.

The room was filled with the lingering smell of blood.

Bao Ling let out a long sigh of relief, as if she had finally released all the resentment that had been building up in her heart for so long.

Only then did he slowly loosen his grip, letting the whip fall to the ground with a clang.

Then turned and left.

Outside the door, Xiao Tao stood on the porch. Seeing her come out, she didn't ask any questions.

But the Lady Hou's pitiful screams just now terrified her.

Xiao Tao draped a cloak over Bao Ling, her fingertips trembling involuntarily. "Auntie, you're still in your postpartum confinement period, so you absolutely mustn't catch a cold."

Her voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and she lowered her head, not daring to look Bao Ling in the eye.

“Hmm.” Bao Ling looked at the continuous rain.

Chu Ruohan, I hope I really am not pregnant...