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Before Father could speak, he forced Mother to leave, but this made her misunderstand his intentions, thinking that he truly wanted to divorce her. Years of enduring and suppressing her feelings finally led Mother to no longer bear the conflicts and struggles within the mansion, unwilling to tolerate such humiliations any longer, and she resolutely chose to take the extreme path!
Yun Kexin felt the world spinning around her, her mind in a daze! No matter whether her analysis was correct or if in her past life Mother had hanged herself because of this, she had to stay by her mother's side.
Her figure swiftly maneuvered around the Rockery, through the corridor, and rushed towards the Southern Courtyard, fearing that if she was even a moment late, it would lead to lifelong regret.
Yun Jinxiu was still furious, throwing a fish tank at Yun You. Yun You did not dodge; the fish tank smashed against him and fell to the ground, splashing water everywhere and scattering the fish.
“Look at you, what a pathetic sight,” Yun Jinxiu stood behind the desk, pointing at Yun You with a hoarse voice, “You can't even manage a woman and still want to stand in court.”
Yun You did not argue back; he lowered his head, watching the fish flopping on the ground, silently bending down to catch them one by one.
He walked back to the desk and placed the fish into another tank. Just as he was about to pull his hand out, Yun Jinxiu pressed his hand against the edge of the tank and viciously demanded, “Are you going to write it or not?”
“What should I write?” Yun You still refused to look at Yun Jinxiu, feigning ignorance.
“The divorce letter!”
“Third Uncle,” Yun You looked up, answering a question with another question as if unintentionally pricking Yun Jinxiu’s wound, “Your birthday is coming soon; Fourth Brother will be back home soon.”
Yun Jinxiu stood there as if struck by lightning, frozen in place with only the corners of his wrinkled eyes twitching; his eyes were about to pop out: “He’s not coming back just to celebrate my birthday, is he?” he sneered.
“I’m not sure; in his letter…”
Chasing after her into the Southern Courtyard, Yun Kexin burst into her parents' bedroom and saw Mother standing on a stool with her head held high, about to tie a white silk ribbon around her neck. Yun Kexin's face turned pale as she screamed:
“Auntie, don’t—please don’t!”
The dazed Yue Ziyun heard Yun Kexin's cry and looked down at her with a bitter smile: “Seventh Young Lady, why are you here?”
“Auntie, please don’t do this! Get down—come down!” Yun Kexin desperately waved her hands.
“Xiner, for your sake, I endured Third House for six years. Now I’m tired—really,” Yue Ziyun said blankly as if in a trance. “Just let me go quietly, okay? Please go out!”
Yue Ziyun was about to put the white ribbon around her neck when Yun Kexin quickly closed the door, knelt down, stretched out her arms, and desperately said to Yue Ziyun:
"Mother, please don't do this. Come down quickly, listen to your daughter, okay? Mother."
Yun Kexin's actions startled Yue Ziyun; it was the first time in years that the Seventh Young Lady had called her that.
"Mother, come down quickly. I beg you," Yun Kexin called out again earnestly.
Surprised and delighted yet somewhat confused, Yue Ziyun finally loosened her grip on the white ribbon, jumped off the stool, and walked step by step toward Yun Kexin—
"Seventh Young Lady, what did you just call me?" Yue Ziyun asked in a daze, tears welling in her eyes.
"Mother!" Yun Kexin hugged Yue Clan's legs tightly and choked out, "I called you 'Mother'..."
Yue Ziyun suddenly came to her senses, wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes, brought her to the side of a chair, and tentatively asked in disbelief:
"Xiner, how could you think I am your mother?"
Confirming that her mother's emotions had stabilized, Yun Kexin ran to the dressing table on the other side, took a bronze mirror back to Yue Clan's side. Their faces were reflected in the mirror as Yun Kexin cleverly asked:
"Mother, look at me. Do I resemble you and Father more or Third Uncle and Third Aunt?"
The bronze mirror reflected a delicate and elegant triangular face resembling Yue Clan's features—smooth and translucent skin, with dark eyebrows like spring flowers.
Beneath double eyelids were bright almond-shaped eyes that sparkled; a straight nose above red lips and white teeth.
Yue Ziyun was a smart person; she immediately understood the meaning behind Yun Kexin's actions. She smiled faintly but had not yet freed herself from the earlier argument.
It was unbearable that her husband of over ten years would want to divorce her in front of elders. This left her utterly hopeless; what was the point of living?
"...I don't know how many years I've endured the Fu Family and Dai Family from the Third House," Yue Ziyun said despondently in a daze. "Later, when you came along, they insisted on adopting you into the Third House. I was unwilling but still endured it. I acted cautiously, fearing that offending them would bring harm to you. But what I received in return was their relentless pressure," tears streamed down like beads from a broken string as she continued, "This time they even plotted against Fourth Young Lady. If it weren't for you, your Fourth Sister would be gone. Do you understand? Yun Ke was harmed and fell ill; he couldn't even take his exams. I truly hate this..."
Yue Ziyun lowered her head, sobbing uncontrollably, her hard nails digging into her flesh.
Yun Kexin's silent mother expressed her feelings, filled with mixed emotions. In her previous life, she once thought that "Auntie" enduring everything was a sign of weakness.
How could a dignified Lady of a Marquis allow her "mother" to bully her? At that time, she even looked down on her.
Now that she thinks about it, how ignorant she was, not only unaware that she was being used as a pawn but also misunderstanding her mother's protective heart. Her indifference and impatience must have added to her mother's suffering.
"Mother, I understand," Yun Kexin said as she took out a silk handkerchief from her bosom to wipe away the tears from Yue Clan's cheeks, choking on her words. "I have always known that the Second House is where I was born and raised, and I have always known that Second Uncle and Auntie are my biological parents." She finally spoke freely to her mother without any reservations, but she couldn't mention her rebirth as it would frighten her mother. "But I didn't dare to acknowledge it. I was also worried that if I showed affection towards the Second House, the Third House would retaliate against you. I was scared, so Mother, I too have suffered greatly. I miss Father and Mother, as well as my elder brother and Fourth Sister."
Upon hearing Yun Kexin's words, Yue Ziyun pulled Yun Kexin into her embrace, sobbing with excitement.
"The Marquis is right; after all, you are my biological child. You know how to recognize your parents," Yue Clan suddenly cried even louder. "But do you believe this? Your father just wanted to divorce me! I have devoted myself to the Second House and worried endlessly for our children, yet he wants to divorce me..."
"No, no, Mother, you misunderstand Father," Yun Kexin knew this must be the knot in her mother's heart. If it wasn't resolved, even if they recognized each other as mother and daughter, it would be of no use; it wouldn't stop her from contemplating self-harm. "I saw everything clearly outside the door. Third Uncle was already prepared to force Father to write a divorce letter. If Father didn't drive you away before he spoke up and allowed you and Third Uncle to continue opposing each other and escalate into conflict, the consequences would be severe. Third Uncle would use 'disobedience,' 'talkativeness,' and 'jealousy' as reasons to make Father divorce you. At that point, there would be no room for maneuver."
Upon hearing this, Yue Ziyun gradually stopped sobbing, released Yun Kexin, and looked at her with suspicion.
"Is this... is this true?"
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