When the brother and sister returned to Chunhui Hall, the maid and the maid had already retreated to the outside of the courtyard, and the guards were surrounded by the front and back of the porch.

There was silence in the upper room.

Looking at the old lady's red and swollen eyes, you can see how sad Fang Cai cried.

Han Jun took Han Youning's hand, walked to the center of the room, and said in a deep voice, "She is my father's biological daughter, my mother wants evidence, and my son's words are evidence."

Old Madam Han sighed and said, "If you recognize this daughter just because she looks like Chen, it's too child's play. If you want to open an ancestral hall and add her to the family tree, there is no convincing evidence, and I am afraid that the elders of the clan will not agree."

Han Jun sneered, "My father is sheltering the clan, I want to see if they dare not agree."

Old Madam Han looked at Han Jun, who had become ruthless, and couldn't help but feel fear in her heart.

Han Youning's foreshadowing before the dead girl completely shattered Han Jun's trust and affection for her. She wanted to hold him hostage with the kindness of mother and son, but it was difficult.

The old lady let out a long sigh, "Even if you force them to admit it, how can you stop Youyou's mouth, Ning'er's identity as a concubine is always unjustifiable."

Han Jun said coldly, "You don't have to worry about this. I just want to know, Mother, whether you admit it or not."

Old Madam Han smiled bitterly, "If I admit it, you will come to me again to ask for the Chen family and ask for the cause of the fire. I'm also confused, I don't know why, how do you ask me to recognize her, and how do you explain it?"

Seeing that the two of them were confused because of the evidence, Han Youning said loudly, "Father, my daughter has something here, I don't know if it counts as evidence."

Han Jun asked, "What is it?"

Han Youning smiled, "Father will see if he recognizes it for a while, it was Mother Wu who packed the package for me."

She went back to Jinhetang, opened the cage, found a box, looked at the contents, stroked it, closed it and took it to Chunhui Hall.

She handed the box to Han Jun, "Father will open it."

Han Jun took the box and put it on the kang table, and inexplicably, there was some apprehension in his heart.

He guessed that this must be an object related to Aman, and when he was about to open it, he weighed a thousand catties in his hand, as if he was more timid about his hometown.

Old Madam Han stared at the box, even more worried.

The box slowly opened.

At the top is a page of letterhead, a fragile yellowed piece of paper, with a line of writing on it.

On June 10 of the second year of Qingming, it was a moment of peace.

Han Jun is an iron man, a pair of iron fists can lift a thousand catties, but he can't hold a thin page.

His hands trembled slightly, caressing the handwriting on them.

The handwriting is a little crooked and vague, presumably because the body is weak when writing, and it is difficult to hold the pen. Even so, he could still recognize that it was Aman's handwriting.

On the 10th of June, and an hour later, Aman was buried in the fire.

He put the letterhead in front of Mrs. Han, "Aman is in charge of the feed, and when he writes and settles accounts, he also has to consult his mother, who should recognize her words."

Old Madam Han looked at it carefully and said, "Although it looks a little similar, but this character is so distorted, it is somewhat possible for others to imitate and make a weak appearance. And the name written on this is 'Youning, but the name of the two of you at that time was 'Qingwan.' Do you know that the Chen family wanted to give their daughter a good background and did this trick?"

Han Jun's eyes were cold, "Yes, why didn't Aman use the ready-made name, and chose another name that means peace and smoothness, what was she afraid of when she was so secret?"

He stared into the old lady's eyes, "Except for us and my wife, only the mother knows the name of the child in her womb. Who is Aman guarding against?"

Old Madam Han had a calm face, "If you are so far-fetched, what can I give you back?" After all, it is Youning's name written on it, and when it is brought to the court and in front of the emperor, I can't judge me based on this!"

Han Youning smiled and said, "Father, you might as well take a look at the things below."

Han Jun took out a soft satin swaddling shirt with a blue background from the box

Swaddling, embroidered fish and lotus flowers, the corner of the swaddling clothes embroidered with a small "Wan" word.

This is exactly what Aman embroidered with his own hands after learning that he was pregnant.

He pointed to the word "Wan" and asked in a cold voice, "This swaddling mother always recognizes it, right?" What else does Mother have to say?"

"It's Chan's embroidery...... I know ...... this."

Mrs. Han's hands trembled, holding the swaddling clothes, and she cried bitterly.

"O my poor eldest daughter-in-law! What the hell is going on, and you won't tell my mother-in-law about it! My dear daughter, it hurts me......

Han Rui watched coldly, until the old lady stopped crying, the crying quieted down, and he spoke.

His tone did not soften at all, and he was still aggressive, "Mother is also a mother, she should know the heart of being a mother, how can she give away her own flesh and blood until she is at the moment of life and death. From the capital to Xiangping, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, and the road is safe and sound. Mother told me what happened to Aman, how did she get to the point of sending the newborn Ning'er away."

The old lady shed tears and said sadly, "I naturally know the heart of being a mother, the pain of separation of flesh and blood. I don't understand why Chan did this."

She wiped her tears with a handkerchief and looked at Han Jun sadly, "The daughters who lost their miscarriages back then have all become shaped...... Counting, she is the same age as the Chen family, and I treat the Chen family as a daughter...... How could they harm her!"

As soon as these words came out, cracks appeared on Han Jun's cold face.

He was silent for a long time, "Ning'er will change her name to Han Youning from today onwards, and she is the eldest daughter of the Dingguo Mansion, so Wan'er and Lian'er will be re-ranked."

Old Madam Han put down her veil and said busily, "It's right. I have to pick a good day to open the ancestral hall and add Ning'er's name. If anyone in the clan has any objections, I will come and talk about it, and you don't need to use your power to oppress them, and you will ruin your reputation."

Han Jun slowly put away the swaddling clothes, closed the box, and said lightly, "It's up to me to say that I don't have to bother my mother."

"It's good, it's good. It's all your heart to be a father."

Old Madam Han looked at Han Youning lovingly, and said affectionately, "Ning'er, when you first came, I said that I wanted multiple granddaughters, and now it has come true."

As she spoke, she went to pull Han Youning's hand.

Han Youning dodged and said with a smile, "After all, it's not my own flesh and blood, and the old lady doesn't have to be too enthusiastic, my yard will no longer catch fire, that is your great mercy for me."

The old lady was not angry, and sighed, "I have misunderstood all kinds of things before, and I will not explain them anymore. After a long time, you can always see a piece of my heart."

Han Qinglian walked up to Han Youning with a smile and said, "Say hello to the eldest sister."

Han Youning smiled and nodded, "Third sister."

Han Qinglian turned her head to look at Han Qingwan and gloated, "Second sister, why didn't you come to say hello to the eldest lady? The eldest sister is the eldest daughter of the prince of Dingguo."