Chapter 179: The Young General and the Handsome Monarch (32)

"Mother is alright..."

Madam Wei lay in bed, her complexion pale.

Her hands, however, rested gently upon her lower abdomen.

A Si and Wei Jingyu spoke with Madam Wei in the room for a while longer, and only departed once they saw her fall asleep.

Greed floated above A Si's head.

"A Si," it murmured, "your father definitely knows the reason, and what is more, he cannot possibly be detached from this matter. If you ask me, eight times out of ten, this has something to do with that concubine Aunt Yue and Wei Xiaorui!"

A Si pursed her lips, holding her silence for a long moment before saying, "He is not my father."

"Fine, fine, fine, not your father."

"Madam Wei always had close, personal maids by her side. A Si should go ask them; perhaps they might know something."

A Si's eyes brightened, and she smiled. "Greedy is so smart."

-

By Madam Wei's side, there were only a few young maids who handled daily chores and cleaning.

There had indeed been a trusted personal maid in the past, but she had been sent away.

"A Si, you don't need to worry yourself over this matter. Just leave it to your brother."

"Brother, have you found someone? I think we don't need to go looking for any maids. We should just capture Lord Wei and give him a beating—then he'll confess!"

A Si pursed her lips, her expression turning gravely serious.

In the military camp, whenever anyone made a mistake or committed treason, that was how things were handled.

A sound beating, and they would tell you everything.

If they didn't speak, it simply meant they hadn't been beaten enough.

A few more beatings would set things right.

Wei Jingyu burst out laughing. "A Si, no matter what, he is still our father. Brother knows you hate him, but capturing him and giving him a beating simply won't do."

"Oh."

A Si nodded in deep disappointment.

-

In the dead of night.

A Si dressed herself in a complete set of black garments and sneaked out of her room.

"A Si, where are you going? Why are you dressed like this!"

Greed had been sleeping, only to be jolted awake by A Si.

The white, soft little dumpling floated up and down.

A Si pursed her lips, speaking in a voice so quiet it was barely a whisper, "I think Wei Xiaorui did it."

Madam Wei was a very kind person, treating the servants well. Even toward the concubines who had come from outside, upon seeing Madam Wei grieve, she had never once spoken a harsh word to them.

Yet... she alone could not stand the sight of Wei Xiaorui.

Every time Wei Xiaorui came to pay her respects, Mother's face would darken.

Furthermore, Mother's personal maids all disliked Wei Xiaorui.

"Then... what if you've accused the wrong person?"

A Si said with utter seriousness, "I hate her anyway, so giving her a beating doesn't matter. I'm always getting beaten by others on the battlefield. She's always targeting me, so giving her a beating isn't me making a groundless fuss."

Thus, that very night, A Si, clad in black, vaulted over the wall into Wei Xiaorui's courtyard.

The lamp inside the room was still burning.

Lord Wei had gone out tonight.

You could guess with your toes that he had gone outside to see his little lover.

A Si peered inside through the window.

Inside were Wei Xiaorui, and...

Little Bao, who was kneeling before her.

Wei Xiaorui half-reclined on the couch, resting her foot upon the shoulder of Little Bao, who was kneeling on the floor.

She said coldly, "Little Bao, you need to understand who your true mother is and who your older sister is. Don't always lean toward outsiders. What is so great about Wei A. Si? Just a crude person! Yet you're the one eagerly rushing up to call her older sister. Has she ever paid you any mind?"

Little Bao knelt on the ground, his small face pale.

The eldest sister would smile at him...

She would smile at him... and that was enough...

He didn't want much.

"Hmph, Madam Wei merely suffered a miscarriage, yet look at how frantic older brother became, wanting to investigate the cause. Father cleaned out everyone who knew the truth years ago—how could they possibly find out!"

She suddenly stood up, her fingernails digging into Little Bao's tender shoulders.

"You had better keep that mouth of yours shut, or I'll have Father sell you off!"

Poor little Bao: Please cast your votes, dear young ladies!

(End of this chapter)