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Qi Xiaopeng truly felt that Zhang Jingxue had become somewhat deluded, yet he dared not provoke her. He immediately shook his head and said, "No, Mother, you are blinded by hatred. That person has misled you with your own resentment, which has led to your mistaken judgment. What I saw with my own eyes was also wrong!"
His son had arrived halfway through the conversation, and having only caught part of it, Zhang Jingxue paid no mind to his doubts. Instead, she planned to tell him the whole story. This third son of hers, though reckless and somewhat lacking in intelligence, was the one who listened to her the most.
Moreover, although Zhang Jingxue appeared calm on the surface, her heart was in turmoil. Having someone to talk to would help her sort through her thoughts and allow her to cool down completely. As for the risk of her third son revealing secrets due to his emotional outbursts? It didn’t matter; he could just continue being confined.
Zhang Jingxue recounted everything that had happened over the past thirty days and what Sang Qingxiao had said, leaving no detail unmentioned. Qi Xiaopeng felt overwhelmed; when his mother finished speaking, he remained seated on the stone bench, lost in thought until night fell. He hadn’t even noticed that his mother was sitting beside him.
As the temperature dropped sharply at night and they both grew cold, they seemed oblivious to it. It wasn’t until Qi Xiao Kun finished his official duties and came over to pay his respects as per tradition that he noticed the two sitting in the courtyard while all the servants waited outside.
Qi Xiao Kun called for a servant to bring clothes and took off his own coat to drape it over his mother. Noticing that his younger brother was also cold, he took his hands in his own, rubbing them together while breathing warmth onto them.
He couldn’t help but scold him a little, "What have you done to make Mother angry this time?"
"Where is it me? It’s clearly—" Qi Xiaopeng cut himself off before he could finish.
This courtyard wasn’t just a place to sit idly; the cold air sharpened his mind. Finally processing everything his mother had said, Qi Xiaopeng still harbored doubts in his heart. He remembered her words and chose not to tell his brother about the situation.
In just one afternoon, he had heard of his mother’s hatred and his father’s ruthlessness, which overturned all his previous understandings. Merely digesting what he thought was the truth wasn’t enough; he needed to think carefully about how to handle such a complex matter.
His mother implied that between her and his father, things had reached an irreparable point. He would inevitably have to choose a side, but how should he choose?
It was too difficult; he didn’t want to choose at all and regretted following his mother out that afternoon. But if he hadn’t followed her, she would have borne this burden alone.
What a troubling situation! What a painful dilemma!
He ruffled his hair and turned his head away, avoiding his brother's gaze. "It must be my fault, right? I'll just go back to my room and think it over."
After saying that, he turned back to Zhang Jingxue with a hint of worry. "Mother, I'll think about what you said. Until I figure things out, please don't—just wait for me to understand. I'll do it as soon as I can."
Qi Xiao Kun looked at his brother's retreating figure in confusion. "Mother, what's wrong with him?"
"Probably just the troubles of growing up," he replied with a smile. "If he wants to grow up, it's not going to be easy. As long as he doesn't cause too much trouble, I'll be grateful."
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