Rebirth of the Merchant Girl

Chapter 87 The Real Daughter
Xie Yanniang temporarily put the matter aside, looked towards the yard and asked in a low voice: "Since Mrs. Liu was poisoned, won't the general arrest her for questioning?"

Pang Yudi gave her a look of resentment: "This is the Lingfa Temple. It was not easy to send a woman in, but she was arrested and questioned again. Is this to make everyone know? And this is the presiding authority. The person who protected her moved her, does the host still have thoughts on the sacrificial ceremony?"

After all, there are thousands of ways to deal with Mrs. Liu, but now is not the right time.

When the two walked to the gate of the courtyard, Pang Yudi paused, frowned and said, "There is no one inside."

The implication is that Mrs. Liu is not in the yard.

It stands to reason that there are hidden guards around the courtyard, so let this woman slip away?
Pang Yudi walked out quickly, and grabbed a young monk casually: "Where did that woman go?"

The action was quick and rough, and the little monk's face turned pale with fright, looking like he was about to cry or not, which made Xie Yanniang's heart ache.

She glared at Pang Yudi, and said softly, "The benefactor who lives next to me is not here. We are worried about her, so we are a little anxious. Please forgive me, little master."

Pang Yudi let go, the little monk managed to stand still, and replied tremblingly: "The female benefactor met the host, and with the host's permission, the little monk led the way for her."

Hearing this, Pang Yudi cursed secretly, and immediately rushed to the small courtyard presiding over it.

Xie Yanniang also didn't care to appease the little monk, and hurriedly followed.

The small courtyard hosted by the host was quiet, but Pang Yudi eagerly opened the door and broke in.

Xie Yanniang followed behind, when Pang Yudi suddenly stopped, and she almost bumped into him.

Looking around, Xie Yanniang was also shocked.

The old host was standing in front of Mrs. Liu, reached out and gently took off the silver hairpin from her bun, held it carefully in his hand and looked at it carefully.

She was a little confused. One was the old host, and the other was the daughter adopted by his wife. The behavior between the two was too close.

Pang Yudi was stunned, his head was always stuck, and he was speechless for a long time.

The old host was not surprised to see the two, and beckoned them in.

When she got closer, Xie Yanniang realized that the old host's eye circles were slightly red, and his expression was sad, obviously not as charming as she thought just now, and the roots of her ears couldn't help feeling a little hot.

"This is a silver hairpin that the poor monk made with his own hands when he was young. Two taels of it was given to the bride as a dowry. I never thought that one day, the poor monk would still see this hairpin." I thought that the weaker woman would stay with her all the time and never remarry. After all, it was my fault, which dragged down a good girl's life.

"When I was young, I was dexterous, so I spent some thought."

After all, the host twisted the hairpin and separated the two halves, which turned out to be hollow.

He took out a finger-sized letterhead from it. The paper had turned yellow, and he didn't know how many years it had been left there.

With surprise in his eyes, the host carefully unfolded the letter paper, looked at the few lines of words on it, and was shocked.

Pang Yudi had excellent eyesight, and soon underestimated the words on the paper, and was also stunned.

Mrs. Liu is not Mrs. Zhang's adopted daughter, but the old host's own daughter!

Not long after the host left, she found out that she was pregnant.

Reluctant to get rid of this child, she simply gave birth to it and did not remarry. To the outside world, she only said that she was an adopted daughter, who was carefully raised by her side.

No wonder Mrs. Zhang asked Mrs. Liu to go to Lingfa Temple before she died.

Whether Tuogu is a fake, after all, I still want my daughter to see her biological father, even if it is just a glance.

The shock on Mrs. Liu's face was not fake, as if she had never heard Mrs. Zhang mention it.

(End of this chapter)