The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

"What?" Fu Ling was shocked: "Crane's Beak Red?!"

"That's right." Yu Xing said, "When we were searching, we found this package of pure Crane's Beak Red in the interlayer of a piece of clothing. This kind of top-grade Crane's Beak Red is not cheap, and it is not easily available on the market."

"Impossible!" Fu Ling immediately retorted: "Where did you find this in the Xue family?"

Yu Xing's eyes turned a little colder. He looked around at everyone, and finally, his eyes fell on Fu Rongxin.

Fu Rongxin felt that her breathing had stopped.

Yu Xing said, "Based on the objects in the house, as well as some signed books and paintings, Taoyao Pavilion should be Miss Fu's residence."

For a moment, Fu Rong's mind went blank... The sudden accusation made her whole body stiffen, and she stood still. It seemed as if something was blocking her throat, making her unable to utter a sound.

"No... no way!" Fu Ling said sternly, "I don't believe it. This is a frame-up! Rong Xin would never do such a thing!"

"Framed?"

Gao Qingyu, who had been silent just now, was a little excited at this moment: "Master Yu, what I said now must be related to this matter, right?"

He said, "This woman has had an affair with my brother for a long time. The letters left in the house can prove it. She must have been shameless and seduced my brother, causing him to fall in love with her and insist on marrying her. However, she despised being a concubine and wanted to kill my brother in order to avoid being exposed when she tried to seduce other men in the future!"

Yu Xing glanced at him with disgust: "Just present the evidence, and shut up."

The thing about building a toilet in his mouth, everyone knows what kind of person his brother is, why is he pretending to be a love-sick man now? He is already old, and I don't know how many concubines he has taken in, but now he is acting innocent and naive.

At this moment, Fu Rongxin just shook her head in panic, tears falling down: "It's not me... I didn't, I didn't..."

Looking at her, Yu Xing just sighed slightly. Being entangled with this kind of stuff, it is understandable that this little girl was forced into a corner.

But he said, "Miss Fu, you are the biggest suspect. Please come with us to the Dali Temple. After the investigation is thorough, if you are really wronged, you will be fine."

If Fu Rongxin really didn't kill Gao Qingnian this time, how could she be willing to be taken away like this?

If she really was the one who killed someone, she would have tried her best to cover it up at this moment, but unfortunately, she was wronged this time.

She only felt boundless grievances and helplessness surging in her, making her seem like she was floating in the tide. Even if she tried her best to catch some driftwood, she was powerless.

Seeing Fu Rongxin like this, Xue Zhiyi's eyes felt a little hot.

Fu Rongxin, do you know how it feels to be wronged?

Seeing that the people from the Dali Temple wanted to take Fu Rongxin away, Fu Ling naturally refused. She said in a desperate voice: "You can't take her away!"

Facing Fu Rongxin, Yu Xing felt sympathy. He explained: "Madam Xue, the Dali Temple is also following the law. Please don't stop us."

Fu Ling squatted down and hugged Fu Rongxin, who was already kneeling on the ground in fear. "Are you following the law? According to the laws of Dayong, if the family members of officials above the third rank in the court are involved in a case, except for the crime of deceiving the emperor and committing treason, they can be temporarily detained at home pending investigation. I would like to ask the Dali Temple Secretary, is this law valid?"

Yu Xing was stunned: "But my niece cannot be considered as the official wife of Minister Xue."

Fu Ling gritted her teeth and roared like a mother animal protecting her cub: "Rong Xin is my newly recognized biological daughter. I am preparing to go through the official documents to acknowledge her ancestry. She is the legitimate daughter of the Shangshu Mansion. Who dares to touch her!"

Now, even Yu Xing was in a difficult situation. According to the law, Fu Rongxin could indeed stay in the Xue Mansion, but her household registration had not changed, so Fu Rongxin was not considered a legitimate member of the Xue family.

"If Rongxin can really clear the charges, everything will be fine." Xue Zhiyi said suddenly.

She had a blank expression on her face, and it was hard to tell whether she was happy or sad. She just looked at the mother and daughter and said calmly, "If it's hard to clear yourself of this crime, I'm afraid Master Xue's Spring Examination this year will be in vain. Once he is accused of being the son of the Xing family, I really don't know what to do in the future."

Hearing this, Fu Rongxin clearly felt that Fu Ling's breathing stopped, and was replaced by a slight tremor.

"...Mother?" She said in a daze: "Mother?"

Seeing that Fu Ling didn't respond to her, she hissed, "Mom!"

On the side, Yu Xing said, "Madam Xue, if you are really sure that Miss Fu is your daughter, you can go and complete the household registration as soon as possible. If I have that household registration document, I can also report to the Dali Temple and have Miss Fu temporarily detained in the Xue Mansion according to the law."

But Fu Ling remained silent, not saying a word, and just let her tears flow.

what to do? What is she going to do?

If this was really done by Rongxin, or in other words, there is solid evidence that Rongxin poisoned Gao Qingnian, once she recognizes Rongxin, then her Tingsheng will become the son of the Xing family and will not be allowed to take the imperial examination according to the law.

And this year, with the help of the Ministry of Rites, Ting Sheng will definitely pass the exam. If... if he is labeled as the son of the Xing family, wouldn't it be a waste of effort? And in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to take the imperial examinations anymore...

She couldn't ruin Tingsheng's future! But Rongxin was also her child, the daughter she had thought about day and night for so many years and finally recognized...

Could it be that, after seventeen years of trying to save Rong Xin's life and ward off disaster, she still failed to ward off disaster... Could it be that today is the day when the disaster that will make Rong Xin "fall into the quagmire and be ruined" will come true?

Seeing that Fu Ling did not answer, Yu Xing asked again: "Mrs. Xue, if you are sure that Miss Fu is your daughter..."

"Rong Xin." Fu Ling suddenly spoke, his voice so calm that it made people's hair stand on end: "As long as we investigate it thoroughly, nothing will happen. Don't be afraid."

"Mother..." Fu Rong's eyelashes trembled, and she felt as if something was being bloody peeled off from her heart.

But Fu Ling did not dare to look into her eyes again, as if he had made some important decision. He turned to Yu Xing and said, "Sir, there are some misunderstandings here. Whether Rong Xin is the legitimate daughter of the Xue family or not... this matter has not been determined yet."

Every word she said seemed to tear a scratch on my heart, piercing my bones.

However, she couldn't let Tingsheng be dragged into this.

Only by preserving Tingsheng's future first will she have a better chance to clear Rongxin's name.

This is the only choice she has.

Her heart is that of a phoenix, so she will be fine!

"Miss Fu, please come with us." Yu Xing said.

Fu Rong wanted to say something, but was speechless for a moment. After staring at Fu Ling for a while, a heart-wrenching cry finally broke out from her throat: "No! I don't want it!"

The people from the Dali Temple grabbed Fu Rongxin's arm and tried to drag her up.

But her hands tightly grasped Fu Ling: "Mother!!! Mother, don't you want me anymore!!!"

She screamed as if she was going to bleed, her nails digging into Fu Ling's skin: "Mother!!!"

But Fu Ling just looked ahead, avoiding her sight, and let Fu Rongxin tear her arms, leaving long bloody marks on them.

At the moment when his hands grasped nothing, Fu Rongxin seemed to watch the last bit of hope being crushed.