Mother Qian came over, and with Shu Hua, they thudded to their knees in front of Pei Zongli, and began to cry about how hard it had been for Qian Wanxiu to struggle and toil for the sake of Old Pei's House. Pei Zongli, however, didn't care whether Zhao Liniang was arranged by them or not, he still took her into his house and doted on her and her son. They also said Zhao Liniang was fooling around with other men after her engagement and wondered if the child she bore was even his. Yet, he still favored them so much.
Pei Zongli didn't speak for a while, looking at the red eyes of Qian Wanxiu weeping, then at Pei Wensheng shocked stiff with fear. Suddenly his throat constricted, "...Was it... Wensheng who did it?" He couldn't believe it. Wensheng was still just a teenager, and besides, he hadn't favored Zhao Liniang and her son that much; he knew that in his heart. He had never imagined that the person who smothered his young son would turn out to be his beloved second son.
