The hatred in Wen Ruchun's eyes was even deeper.

Han Youning has been back home for so long, and Steward Lu has never mentioned this matter to her!

It turned out that he had long since stopped having the same heart with her, and he had already begun to have reservations about her!

Han Sixing said on the side, "Ning Yatou and her mother look the same, and there is a maid Qiushuang to testify, there is no doubt that she is my sister......

A glimmer of hope ignited in Han Youning's heart, and he asked Manager Lu, "You said that you set the fire, do you dare to confirm that the person in the room is my mother?"

Steward Lu nodded, "During the evening dinner, the old slave went to see Madame and asked her about the matter. She hasn't been out of the room since dinner. In the middle of the night, the old slave blew incense into the room, poured kerosene on the front and back of the house, and waited for the fire to burn before leaving. I was afraid that the nearby villagers would find out that the old slave was awake, so I drank *** and followed the guards to make a pile."

Han Youning said, "In other words, no one in the Zhuangzi is awake after the fire burns."

"Yes."

Han Jun turned around and strode away, shouting as he walked, "Han Qing, gather twenty people and leave the city immediately!"

"Yes!"

The guards in the outer courtyard immediately moved, and the twenty guards were quickly assembled.

Han Zhang anxiously followed Han Jun's side, "You want to dig a grave? This has to be agreed by the clan, and an auspicious day and time have to be chosen!"

Han Jun said, "Uncle and grandfather are here, and my father-in-law will agree to you!" I'm afraid that the tomb is not even Aman, what auspicious time to choose!"

As he spoke, Han Jun turned over and got on his horse and galloped away.

Han Sixing followed.

Han Zhang hurriedly shouted, "Prepare the car, prepare the car!"

The ancestral tomb of the Han family is in the western suburbs.

At night, the pines and cypresses are forested, and the graves are scattered, and the wind is gusting.

By the time Han Zhang arrived, the guards had already dug up Chen Man's grave, and the coffin of cedar wood had been exposed in the tomb.

Han Zhang didn't dare to bring his clansmen, so as not to spread the secret.

He hurriedly stopped Han Jun, ordered someone to bring incense, candles, and paper from the carriage, as well as various tributes, and burned paper in front of the grave and prayed, so that Han Jun's father and son and the guards could carry the coffin out together.

Han Jun carefully cleaned the soil on the coffin, and with the strength of his palm, the coffin lid was slowly pushed open with a dull and heavy creak.

Han Sixing stepped forward with the palace lamp and illuminated the inside of the coffin.

The clothes inside are still gorgeous, and the jewels are still shining.

It's just that underneath the flowers, there is a pair of black coke, which is terrifying. Although the coke could not support a human form, it could be seen to be burned into a distorted shape. Even though the years have passed, people can still imagine the tragic situation at that time.

Han Jun took a deep breath, his hands holding the bow and holding the sword as steady as a rock trembled, and slowly lifted the layers of clothes.

By the end, the body was revealed.

In the abdomen were scattered black bones, and some were tiny bones that were barely distinguishable.

Han Jun straightened up with the coffin, his body almost couldn't stand, his eyes were full of tears, and he said in a deep voice, "She is not Aman. Aman is not dead."

He spoke calmly, but there were already stormy waves in his heart, mixed with joy and sorrow.

Han Zhang exclaimed, "So where did Madame go? If she is still alive, when Grandpa Guo returns to Beijing, she should always go back to the house to find you."

Han Jun said firmly, "Maybe she was afraid, or maybe she forgot the way home. After all, she's still alive."

Although Han Jun said this, countless uncertain thoughts flashed in his heart.

Aman may have managed to save himself and escaped after Qiushuang left with Youning in his arms. Maybe she was too timid, afraid that Wen Ruchun would kill her mouth again, so she didn't dare to show up.

But he quickly rejected this idea, even if she was afraid, then she should go back to Xiangping Mansion, where there were her parents and children.

Or maybe she had an accident on the way back to Xiangping Mansion?

However, how to explain the pregnant corpse wearing her jade bracelet?

Could it be that the pregnant woman that Steward Lu saw?

, did Aman secretly find a pregnant woman to change her appearance?

But Aman is kind-hearted, even if he is in danger, he will not let others die for him. Zhuangzi is full of Wen Ruchun's people, and she doesn't have the ability to find a stand-in unknowingly.

There is also a possibility that she was rescued. The pregnant woman was a barrier set up by the person who saved her.

But why did the man do anything more? After so many years, why didn't Aman come to look for him?

Han Sixing watched his father's face flicker with joy and sorrow, constantly changing.

He put forward a bold idea of his own, "Father, is it possible that the mother has twins in her womb, and she only had to give birth to a Lu steward and set it on fire?"

The hope in Han Jun's heart was shattered by his words.

This is also a possibility.

The Taiyi takes the pulse, and it is not absolutely accurate.

Han Jun stood beside the coffin for more than an hour, like a stone sculpture standing in the dark night.

The cold wind is bleak, and the sky and the earth are full of twilight, covering the ugliness, secrets, and pain.

The body was restored to its original state, the coffin was closed, and it was put back into the tomb, sealed and covered with frozen soil.

They went out of the city for the second watch, and they have returned home!

Han Youning slept on the couch in the outer study, waiting for his father to come back.

In the dream, a gentle woman came to her, sat on the edge of the collapse and smiled softly, looking at her quietly.

That's what a mother looks like, right?

It's so pretty.

Han Youning smiled sweetly and woke up laughing.

Sitting on the edge of the collapse was my father.

The blue and black beard, the eyes are the vicissitudes of the wind and frost, and the desolation after the catastrophe.

All the truth that has been revealed, and the one who bears it the most is the father. Parents, wife, children, and himself, every layer of hatred was a bloody wound cut through his heart with a blunt knife.

He is too upright, he will take all the fault on himself, bear it silently alone, refuse to speak, refuse to vent.

Han Youning sat up, holding his father's cold and broad hand, and tried to wrap his small hand to help him warm up.

She asked softly, "Did my father see that?"

Han Jun nodded, "I see."

"Is there really a fetus in the womb of the corpse?"

"Really." Han Jun said firmly, "So, your mother is not dead, Aman is still alive, she is still alive."

Han Jun emphasized repeatedly.

"She's alive."

"She's definitely alive."

The big hand in Han Youning's hand was as firm and tense as what he said, as if it was suppressing great pain, just like the turbulent dark tide hidden under the calm sea.

Father, he was hopeful, but he didn't dare to bear the disappointment that might follow.

Although there was a fetus, it is very likely that the corpse was not the mother. But there is no news from my mother, and there are countless possibilities behind this.

Of course, it's better than before, and there is a possibility that the mother is alive.

Han Youning smiled happily, "Yes, my mother is still alive."

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Yes...... What day is tomorrow?