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In the ancestral hall, I publicly revealed that Song Qingmo was not of the Song Family bloodline. I took out the documents sent by the detective and handed them to Father Song. "Dad, take a look at these talismans; perhaps you can recognize who made them."
Father Song took the cloth bag and examined it closely, his expression growing increasingly grim. He looked up at Song Qingmo, suspicion filling his eyes. "Qingmo, do you recognize these talismans?"
Song Qingmo's face turned pale.
I stepped into the center of the hall, took a deep breath, and began the ritual. I lit incense and candles, murmuring incantations as my fingers traced mysterious patterns in the air. With my movements, the atmosphere in the hall became solemn and grave. I declared, "Song Qingmo, you are not of the Song Family bloodline."
At this statement, an uproar erupted in the room. Father Song suddenly stood up, disbelief etched on his face as he stared at me. "Miao Miao, what... what nonsense are you talking about!"
Ignoring Father Song's accusations, I continued, "Back then, Aunt Wang did not personally deliver you! You were switched!" Song Qingyao looked at Song Qingmo with a complex expression—shock, disappointment, and a hint of indescribable sorrow.
Mother Song's face changed dramatically as she gazed at me in disbelief.
I gently patted her back, feeling a whirlwind of emotions within me.
I approached Father Song and bowed deeply. "Dad, I'm sorry for keeping this from you for so long."
Song Qingmo's body trembled slightly; she instinctively took a step back, panic flashing in her eyes.
Her face was ashen, trembling all over as she cried out in defense of herself, but all evidence pointed to her guilt. Mother Song looked at Song Qingmo in disbelief, tears silently streaming down her face. She finally recognized the true nature of Song Qingmo and felt her heart shatter; her lips quivered.
I fixed my sharp gaze on Song Qingmo. "Song Qingmo, are you going to keep pretending?"
Song Qingmo suddenly raised her head, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes. "What... what are you saying? I don't understand..."
Her face was pale, her body trembling slightly, yet she forced herself to remain calm as she said, "Miao Miao, did you... did you make a mistake?" She tightly grasped Mother Song's hand, her eyes filled with confusion and desperation.
I walked calmly to the altar, picking up the turtle shell and copper coins on the table. "Did I make a mistake? Just look at how she created conflicts between me and Song Qingyao, how she spread rumors to slander me, how she forged evidence to frame me for theft, and so on."
Song Qingmo's face grew increasingly pale; she collapsed helplessly onto the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I... I didn't mean to... I was just... I was just so scared! You really can..."
Song Qingyao exclaimed, "We were wrong about you before; we apologize."
I interrupted him, "Qingyao, let's leave the past behind. What's important is that we are family now."
"I will continue to protect the Song Family."
He stepped closer to me, admiration shining in his eyes. "Miao Miao, you are truly amazing!"
I looked at him and smiled faintly without saying a word.
Father Song also stood up and walked over to me, patting my shoulder. "Miao Miao, welcome home."
I looked at him, a complex emotion flickering in my eyes.
"My child, you have suffered."
I shook my head, "It's alright, it's all in the past."
I gazed at the clear sky outside the ancestral hall, feeling a sense of tranquility within. Turning around, I walked toward the entrance of the hall, with sunlight pouring down on me, warm and bright.
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