Farm Girl's Manor
Chapter 769 Mrs. Du Released from Prison Asking for Help (2)_1

Chapter 769: Chapter 769 Mrs. Du Released from Prison Asking for Help (2)_1

Chen Shanshan thought resentfully, her gaze firmly fixed on the tightly embracing couple, wishing she could poke thousands of holes into their bodies.

The irony wasn’t lost on her. If it hadn’t been for Chen Shanshan’s petulance, her inability to endure days of tiring journeying, insisting on disembarking at Bin City, a thousand miles away from the capital, she would not have been discovered by Xiao Ruiyuan’s Hidden Guard. In the end, she and her family were captured in a civilian’s house.

The very day they were brought back, they were thrown into the Ministry of Justice’s Prison to await their deaths.

Chen Shanshan harbored hatred for her biological father, Chen Ji, for his heinous betrayal and dragging her into his mess. She also felt that Mrs. Du was a harbinger of doom, born to overshadow her, trampling Chen Ji’s love for her underfoot, not touching her heart in the slightest, utterly cold and unfeeling.

Indeed, Chen Ji deserved death. Before his end, he came to realize the true nature of the daughter he had raised for more than a decade, a fitting retribution for his misdeeds. However, as an ordinary father, raising such a heartless and ungrateful daughter, there was nothing more tragic than this.

Once Mrs. Du’s sobs had ceased and she had calmed down, Chen Ji gathered his strength and took her hand, saying with effort, "Lanlan, I cannot escape death this time, but I hope that you can live on well..."

Mrs. Du cried torrents once more, shaking her head vigorously: "No, Brother Jie, if we were not fated to live together, or grow old together, wouldn’t dying together also be a kind of happiness? To die with Brother Jie is Lanlan’s blessing. I only hope that in the next life, I can meet Brother Jie again, to be an ordinary couple working the fields and weaving cloth, living peacefully to the end of our days."

Mrs. Du wasn’t oblivious to Chen Ji’s actions, but to her, Chen Ji was her husband, the man who had provided her with years of happiness. No matter what he did, she could not blame him, let alone distance herself from him.

Chen Ji was moved, but the thought that had long simmered in his heart grew even stronger. He gripped Mrs. Du’s hand tighter, his tone carrying a hint of seriousness: "Lanlan, I want you to live, carry on with this part of life for me. Promise me, quickly promise me."

Mrs. Du wailed in sorrow, saying, "Brother Jie, we can’t get out, none of us can get out..."

But Chen Ji shook his head, very certain, "Lanlan, I cannot get out, but you are innocent. If someone is willing to vouch for you, you will certainly be able to leave."

Mrs. Du, who had always trusted Chen Ji, assumed he had connections with some influential person and asked hastily, "Who is it, who is that person? If he can help Lanlan escape, why can’t he also help Brother Jie?"

Chen Ji gave a bitter smile, uttering words that shocked Mrs. Du to her core: "Lanlan, your eldest daughter whom you’ve missed for years—recently, she was conferred the title of County Lord by The Emperor! She has good terms with the Crown Prince, and she has a certain influence before The Emperor. If she is willing to plead on your behalf, you will surely be able to leave."

Mrs. Du, who had lived in the capital for many years, knew what a County Lord signified. She was stunned for a moment and then instinctively cried out, "No—it’s impossible, how could this be? How could Yanyan become a County Lord?"

Knowing her husband wouldn’t lie about such a matter, Mrs. Du still found it hard to believe. When she left the Mo Family, how old was her daughter? Six or seven? That small child, raised in such an environment, haunted her in her dreams; she was so worried her daughter wouldn’t survive!

Several unexpected reunions brought her tears of joy. Her eldest daughter was alive; all three of her children were well. The guilt weighing down her heart finally showed signs of easing.

Now, her husband was telling her that her daughter was a County Lord, one with the power to save her. Yet, how could she, who bore so much shame, dare to ask for her daughter’s forgiveness, to have her risk danger to save herself?