Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress
Chapter 1191 - 1197: Scratching One’s Face (1)

Chapter 1191: Chapter 1197: Scratching One’s Face (1)

Enxi Hall

Led by Old Duke Guo, several family elders were present, each with a stern look and a faint trace of anger on their faces.

Mo Zili’s father, Mo Qingshan, was particularly agitated; his face turned purple-red, and he was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling violently, a picture of fury about to burst. Upon seeing his son being carried into Enxi Hall by a group of little servants, he stood up ready to strike.

Eldest Master Mo Yuanshan, whose seat was close to him, rose and grasped him firmly, saying, "Second brother, stay your hand. Let’s first hear what Zili has to say."

Lady Bai saw her husband about to hit their son, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. It would be one matter if it were an ordinary beating, but now her son was gravely injured, and her husband was in a fierce rage. What if he harmed their son beyond recovery? She had only this one son!

Luckily, her husband was dissuaded by his elder brother, and her heart, previously in her throat, eased a great deal. She hurriedly signaled to her son with her eyes, saying, "Li’er, quickly apologize to your grandparents. Look how upset you’ve made the two elders. What if you were to harm their health?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Zili struggled to kneel on the ground, holding his injured area, and said, "Zili has failed to show filial piety, has violated the family rules, and has angered grandparents and all the elders. Zili knows his sins are profound and is willing to accept punishment. Whether to be beaten or killed, Zili will bear no grudge. However, Wanqing and Wang Cai are innocent; I ask Grandfather to grant them leniency."

Old Madame Liu, upon seeing her grandson still defending Du Wanqing, was so angry that she slapped the table, "Foolish child, at this time, you still speak for that shameless, cheap woman? You’re hopeless!"

Mo Zili, upon hearing Old Madame insult Du Wanqing, felt displeased and said, "Grandmother misunderstands Wanqing. She is the most innocent and kind woman; it’s just that Grandmother does not understand her."

Old Madame Mo was so angered she laughed, "An out-of-sight concubine dares to flaunt the banner of Duke Li Guo Mansion outside, smashing Mi Fangzhai’s Shop in broad daylight. Do you say she is a kind person?"

Mo Zili resolutely replied, "Impossible. Someone must be framing her, or perhaps that dog slave Wang Cai did it, taking advantage of others, and the blame fell on her!"

He then looked towards Old Master Mo and said, "Please, Grandfather, allow that Wang Cai and Wanqing be brought here. By asking them, we will know the truth. I understand Wanqing; she would never do something like exhibit authority outside and smash someone’s shop under Duke Li Guo Mansion’s name."

Lady Bai said hatefully from the side, "That woman had symptoms of a miscarriage, she’s lying inside, trying to conserve the pregnancy as of now and can’t come out to meet anyone. Wang Cai has been sent off to the manor already!"

"What?"

Mo Zili was shocked, his ears barely believing the news!

Du Wanqing was pregnant? How could that be?

He had felt extremely guilty for keeping Du Wanqing outside, against ancestral teachings, and so he had resolved that his eldest son must be legitimate. Otherwise, he would not only fail his ancestral ancestors but would be even more unfair to Wu Xiangyun, which is why every time after being with Wanqing, he made her drink the contracepting soup, promising that once Wu Xiangyun became pregnant, she wouldn’t need to drink the bitter medicine anymore.

She had clearly agreed, so how could she be pregnant?

Mo Qingshan hammered the table, furiously saying, "You unfilial son who doesn’t differentiate between legitimate and illegitimate, doting on concubines over your wife! What you’ve learned from your father might as well have gone to a dog’s stomach. If this generation’s eldest son turns out to be the illegitimate child of a concubine, where would Duke Li Guo Mansion’s reputation go? How could you face the ancestral ancestors, how could you be worthy of your wife?"

Mo Zili’s face was ashen as he struggled to rise with the help of a servant’s hand behind him and said, "Where is she? I must go ask her."