The child of my aunt was swapped?
This little girl Shang Rong isnât my auntâs daughter?
What is going on here?
Yun Wanyao instinctively looked at Yun Chuchu, only to see her pressing her lips together, her face as pale as paper without a trace of color, her eyes empty as if her soul was lost.
Knowing that she could also hear Yun Wanqingâs inner voice, Yun Wanyao didnât rush to speak but quietly waited for her reaction.
Upon hearing once again that Shang Rong was not her daughter, Yun Chuchuâs heart suddenly ached, so much that she could hardly breathe.
She pressed her hand against her chest, breathing heavily, with fine beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Is Shang Rong really not her daughter?
Then where is her daughter?
Where is her daughter?
"Aunt, whatâs wrong? Someone, come quickly..."
Seeing her state was not right, Yun Wanyao hurriedly reached out to support her, shouting in panic towards the door.
Hearing the commotion, the maidservants and granny serving in Agarwood Garden rushed over in a hurry.
After a lot of bustling about, they finally got Yun Chuchu to the bed, and Yun Wanyao grasped her hand, her voice full of concern and worry as she panted slightly.
"Aunt, where do you feel unwell? Please tell me."
However, Yun Chuchu seemed to not hear her, not speaking, just crying with tears streaming down, which frightened Yun Wanyao. She quickly called for the Household Doctor to be fetched.
Oh no, Aunt must have heard the little sisterâs inner voice, unable to accept the fact that her daughter was swapped, and received a great shock.
What should we do about this?
[Sigh, if this goes on, Aunt will either be poisoned by that Shang or be angered to death by this little white-eyed wolf sooner or later.]
[This little white-eyed wolf is really annoying.]
Looking at the chaos, Yun Wanqing kept sighing in her heart, feeling a surge of sympathy for Yun Chuchu.
Itâs just a pity that she herself is a short-lived ghost, and the Shang family is thousands of miles away. She canât do anything to help.
Yun Wanqing suddenly thought of something, tilted her head to look at the little white-eyed wolf, and saw her blinking her eyes, standing stunned in the corner, neither crying nor making a fuss, seemingly frightened.
[Heh, once Aunt feels a bit better, I will enter her dream to tell her the truth and see how she continues to pamper this little white-eyed wolf.]
Right now, Yun Chuchuâs body is too weak to endure Yun Wanqingâs spiritual power.
If she forcibly entered her dream, her consciousness might forever remain in the dream, becoming so-called a living dead.
The Household Doctor arrived quickly, along with Lady Yun, who rushed over upon hearing the news.
After taking her pulse, the Household Doctor frowned deeply, his face dark as he said, "Didnât I instruct that Mrs. Shang must not be stimulated and her emotions must not fluctuate greatly? Who deliberately provoked her again?"
Upon hearing this, Lady Yun looked at Yun Wanyao with an unpleasant expression.
"Yaoâer, what happened? How did your aunt get stimulated out of nowhere?"
This...
Yun Wanyao felt a bit guilty.
She certainly couldnât tell her mother that the little sisterâs inner voice stimulated her aunt, so how should she respond?
Her gaze suddenly swept to the corner, landing on the pitifully wronged Shang Rong. Her eyes lit up slightly, yes, wasnât this the perfect scapegoat?
"Mother, this matter, to speak of it, is all Cousin Rongâs fault."
Yun Wanyao started to complain without blushing or feeling guilty, recounting word for word the hurtful things Shang Rong said about snatching the shoes to Lady Yun.
After listening, Lady Yunâs face turned frighteningly dark.
She wanted to scold Shang Rong to vent Yun Chuchuâs anger, but eventually bit her lip and held back the anger in her heart.
Forget it, her husband had already sent people to Nanzhou Prefecture to investigate this matter. I believe there will be results soon.
Once the matter is clarified, even if they donât deal with this little girl, she surely wonât have a good time in the future.
She, as Duchess Ning, doesnât need to lower herself to see eye to eye with a little girl.
"Chuchu, donât be sad. The child is still young and doesnât understand. Donât take her words to heart."
Suppressing her emotions, Lady Yun grabbed Yun Chuchuâs hand and used a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, gently comforting her.
Yun Chuchuâs mood finally changed, her tear-filled eyes beginning to focus, staring at Lady Yun as if she were a lifeline.
She tightly grasped Lady Yunâs hand, anxiously saying, "Sister-in-law, whereâs Brother? I wish to see him about something."
"This..."
Lady Yunâs lips moved slightly, softly saying, "Your brother is still busy with military affairs and hasnât returned yet."