General, Madam Called You To Farm - Chapter 479

General, Madam Called You To Farm
Chapter 479 – Destined Lady (3) 

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Editor : Tea
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After leaving the Marquis Manor, the two rode in Su Mo’s carriage.

The coachman was Su Mo’s trusted aide, having followed him for seven years. 

He knew Su Mo well, outwardly warm and impeccable in manners, but inwardly distant and cold.

Everything Su Mo did was in line with the roles he played. 

In front of the elders at home, he was the dutiful grandson.

To his brothers, he was a strict older sibling.

In the army camp, he was a young, iron-blooded general.

At court, he was a loyal and righteous official.

But lately, the coachman had started noticing a change in him.

For example, Young Master actually peeled walnuts for someone with his own hands. His four younger brothers never received such treatment.

Neither did the siblings of Qin Yanran.

Su Xiaoxiao picked up the jar of walnuts. “Mmm… who peeled these? They’re done so well.”

Su Mo sipped his tea and said, “No idea.”

Then he asked, “What’s your take on today’s events?”

Still hugging the walnut jar, Su Xiaoxiao replied, “You mean Qin Canglan or Qin Che?” 

Su Mo wasn’t even surprised that Su Xiaoxiao didn’t call the Old Marquis ‘Grandfather’ and simply referred to him by name.

“Both.” He replied, “What do you think? Was Qin Che telling the truth?”

Su Xiaoxiao finished one walnut and picked out another. 

“You mean the part about Qin Che being Qin Canglan’s biological son? It’s hard to say. But the two of them do look somewhat alike.”

That was exactly why Su Mo hadn’t refuted it outright.

He wanted to say Qin Che was lying, but if he truly wasn’t Grand-Uncle’s son, why would they share such similar features?

Without that resemblance, Qin Che wouldn’t have succeeded in his claim all those years ago.

Even after ten or twenty years, a person’s appearance could change, but not to the point of erasing all traces of the past.

Su Mo murmured, “Could the assassination attempt on Grand-Aunt and Uncle all those years ago… have been secretly orchestrated by Ruan Xianglian?”

Su Xiaoxiao replied, “Whether or not it was her, the one who benefited the most was still Qin Che.”

Qin Che stole her father’s identity.

If he had truly been unaware of the truth, that would’ve been one thing. 

But knowing full well, he still took everything that rightfully belonged to Father Su, and had the audacity to say that everything he did was just ‘to be acknowledged as Qin Canglan’s son’.

Yeah right, just tell that to a ghost. Who would believe that kind of nonsense? 

Su Mo almost wanted to tell her not to jump to conclusions, but one glance at her showed that she wasn’t even the least bit agitated.

Well, which made sense. From the very start, this girl never had any intention of clinging to high-status families. 

Her background never seemed to matter much to her.

And frankly, setting that aside, the one who should be panicking now was actually Qin Che.

Now that the real, legitimate heir has returned, Qin Che should be feeling like he’s sitting on a bed of needles.

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Back at Lihua Lane, Su Xiaoxiao had returned home.

“Mom!”

“Mom!”

Xiaohu and Erhu rushed out excitedly to greet her.

Dahu was nowhere to be seen.

He had gone off visiting the neighbor again.

Lately, that kid often ditched his younger brothers to act independently.

Su Xiaoxiao held the two little guys’ hands and said, “What were you playing? You’re both drenched in sweat!”

Erhu answered, “Wooden horse!”

Father Su was making a rocking horse for the three little ones. The two of them had been riding it non-stop, nearly carving two giant ruts into the ground.

“Where’s Dahu?” Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Erhu pointed, “At Uncle Ling’s house.”

Xiaohu nodded in agreement. 

So that man who could play Guqin… his surname was Ling?

-Guqin 

In the side room, the man sat cross-legged on the floor.

Dahu tilted his head to look at him, then glanced at the pastries on the table, “You didn’t eat any?”

The man paused for a moment before replying, “I don’t like eating.”

How could anyone not like eating?

Dahu didn’t understand.

He scratched his little head, then adorably hopped a step forward, “My mom made these pastries! They’re super, super yummy. Just try one bite and you’ll know!”

The man’s bony fingers gently plucked the Guqin strings.

Dahu put on his most serious face and said very seriously, “If I’m lying, I’m a dog.”

The man’s expression remained stubbornly resistant, clearly not interested in trying any.

Dahu patted his own little tummy and said, “You have to eat more if you want to be like me, white and chubby.”

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