The scumbag ran away from marriage, I remarried on the spot

Chapter 569: Suspicious

Zhao wanted to answer, but the words were too hot to speak and she swallowed them back. She decided to let Meng Dongyuan tell the lie, and Meng Chengzhang would know the truth when he met Meng Jinyao.

Meng Dongyuan looked at his son. The boy was tall and handsome, with a clean and upright look between his eyebrows. He looked like a good boy with a kind nature. It was all the fault of that vicious woman Sun. If she hadn't gossiped about the child, how could he have ignored him for so many years? Fortunately, it was not too late to make amends. He even asked for the title of Crown Prince for Chengzhang. No matter how dissatisfied Chengzhang was with his father in the past, he should let it go now.

He sighed, patted his son's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Chengzhang, your brother is not doing well. When we die, our Meng family will rely on you."

Meng Chengzhang then asked: "What did Third Brother do?"

Meng Dongyuan's voice was filled with anger: "Your third brother is uneducated and has made friends with bad people. He secretly skipped school and stayed in brothels at night. He made your grandmother so angry that she had a stroke and became paralyzed. Now your grandmother is so sick that she can't speak. It's probably difficult for her to stand up again. She can only lie in bed for the rest of her life."

Meng Chengzhang was stunned when he heard this and felt that there was something fishy about this matter.

His grandmother had high hopes for his third brother, but given her doting on him, even if he brought a girl from the brothel home, let alone skipping school to stay overnight at a brothel, his grandmother would not be so angry that she fell ill. At most, she would blame those bad friends for leading him astray.

In my grandmother's heart, my third brother was the best child. No matter what he did, it was instigated by others and led astray by others. It was impossible for him to do anything wrong. Even when my third brother plotted to murder Aunt Dong and caused her miscarriage, my grandmother was not angry at all with him. So what did skipping school and staying overnight in a brothel matter?

Meng Dongyuan said again: "Forget it, let's not talk about that bastard. Let's go to the ancestral hall first and worship the imperial edict."

Meng Chengzhang didn't ask any more questions and followed him to the ancestral hall to enshrine the imperial edict, and then went to Rongfu Hall to visit Old Madam Meng.

When Meng Chengzhang saw Old Madam Meng with a sickly face, crooked mouth and slanted eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't expect that she was really seriously ill as his father said. But was it really his third brother who made his grandmother so angry?

Meng Dongyuan was afraid that his mother would do something strange, so he sat on the edge of the bed first, held his mother's hand, and said, "Mother, Chengzhang is worried about you. He knew you were sick, so he asked for leave and came back as soon as he received the letter. You must get better."

Meng Chengzhang stepped forward and greeted her warmly, "Grandma, your grandson is back. How do you feel now?"

Madam Meng glanced at her son. How could she dare to show any bad behavior now? If she showed any abnormality, her precious grandson would have to continue to be locked up in the ancestral hall. Thinking of Chengxing, she was so distressed that she burst into tears. The tears came quickly and slid down from the corners of her eyes. She shook her head gently to show that she was fine and asked the younger generation not to worry.

Seeing this, Meng Dongyuan hurriedly said, "Mother, don't cry. Your son knows that you miss your grandson. Don't worry, Chengzhang will stay for a few days when he comes back this time."

When Mrs. Meng met her son's warning look, she felt angry and helpless. She had to hold back her tears and nodded gently.

Old Madam Meng couldn't speak and could only stare at people. Meng Chengzhang had no affection for this grandmother to begin with, and now that she couldn't speak, he didn't know what to say. He just said a few words of concern and asked his grandmother to take good care of her health.

Meng Dongyuan was afraid that his mother would do something strange, so he said, "Chengzhang, your grandmother is tired, let her have a good rest first. You have come back exhausted, so go wash up as well."

Meng Chengzhang left immediately.

When the mother and son were the only ones left in the room, Meng Dongyuan stood up, looked down at his old mother, and smiled: "Mother, I almost forgot to tell you that there is a happy event in our family today. There is an imperial decree from the palace."

Old Madam Meng looked at her son, her eyes full of confusion. Their Meng family is now in decline, so how could the emperor still remember them?

Meng Dongyuan said slowly, "Chengxing has bad behavior and is unfilial to his elders, which makes you so angry. This morning, I went to the palace to petition the emperor to change the heir. The emperor agreed to my request and changed Chengzhang to the heir, who will inherit the title in the future. As for Chengxing, the emperor stripped him of his title of heir and gave him thirty strokes of the cane. But don't worry, your precious grandson was not beaten to death, he just fainted from the pain."

After the words fell, Madam Meng was furious, but she could do nothing about him. She could only stare at him. She didn't expect that he would report to the emperor to abolish Chengxing. When talking about Chengxing fainting from the pain, he actually said it lightly, as if it was not his son. What a cruel heart! Even if Dong was pregnant with a son, it was an unborn child. How could it be as important as Chengxing? For the sake of being with the foxy woman and the unborn child, he treated Chengxing like this. Does he have a heart?

Meng Dongyuan smiled even more: "Mother, you should have a good rest. I will come to see you tomorrow. By the way, you have to be obedient in the future, otherwise I can't guarantee whether Chengxing will have any trouble in the future."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Madam Meng was filled with grief. This was truly her good son! Why wasn't this rebellious son the one who died back then? If her youngest son was still alive, he would never treat her like this.

On the other side, Meng Chengzhang privately asked the servants at home what had happened recently. The answer he got was the same as what his father said. The servant also said that his father was filial and a rare filial son. He took care of his grandmother day and night, and in just a few days he looked haggard and lost a lot of weight.

Meng Chengzhang always felt that this was not the truth, but he couldn't get anything out of the servants. Perhaps his elder sister would know something. He could go to Changxing Marquis' Mansion tomorrow.

That night, Meng Chengxing developed a high fever due to his injuries and fell into a coma.

The servant came to report to Meng Dongyuan, who angrily said, "This unfilial son still doesn't know how to admit his fault? Go back and tell him to stop playing these tricks and pretend to be pitiful. If he is really sick, he should go see a doctor. I am not a doctor, why are you looking for me?"

The servant did not think much about it, he just thought that the uncle was angry. After all, the uncle was a filial son, and the old lady was so ill because of the third young master, so it was normal for her to be angry with the third young master. So he retreated to find the court doctor, and then informed the lady that the third young master had a high fever and was unconscious.

In the morning, Meng Chengxing's high fever had not subsided and he was still in a coma. The doctor of Ling Mansion looked a little serious and said to Zhao: "Madam, if the third young master's high fever continues, his life may be in danger."

Zhao frowned: "Is it so serious? Is there any way to reduce his fever?"

The doctor of Ling Mansion replied: "There is a way, but it may not work. I will do my best."

"Thank you for your concern." After saying this, Zhao glanced at Meng Chengxing who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. The boy's lips were dry and chapped, and his face was red due to high fever. Whether he could survive this or not depended on his tenacious vitality.