Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 159 Canglan Ferry (29)

At this point, Yan Jinhe was already sobbing uncontrollably.

Yan Jinqing cupped his hands and bowed to Pei Yuanhong: "Lord Duke, everyone has seen how loving Jinhe and the young master were in the past. Now that the young master has been impersonated, he is helping this Jiang woman of unknown origin and has let my sister down. As her brother, I cannot bear to see my sister suffer such injustice."

I had previously advised my sister to divorce him, but she couldn't let go of the young master, and was even more worried that the fake young master had ulterior motives and would eventually ruin the Duke's mansion. That's why she begged me to come and expose this imposter's identity. Today, Jinqing dares to request the Duke to exhume the body and verify the kinship, to get to the bottom of this matter!

These words resonated deeply with the Pei family members who had previously received favors from Yan Jinhe, and they all chimed in to support him.

“Young Master Yan is right.”

"Yes, whether it's real or fake, we'll know once we check."

"If this prince is an imposter, the real prince must have been hidden away. We must expose his identity and bring the real prince back!"

Pei Yuanhong looked at the determined Yan siblings, then at Pei Ji and Yan Zhen whose expressions were not so good. After hesitating for a long time, he turned around and went to ask the old lady for instructions.

"Mother, look—"

The old matriarch stared intently at Pei Ji kneeling in the hall for a long while before finally saying, "Granted."

If a clear conclusion isn't reached after such a big fuss, the doubts about the crown prince's identity will continue to exist.

This is a hidden source of trouble for both the heir apparent and the Duke's mansion.

If the Yan siblings persist in their insistence and we don't give them an explanation today, the marriage between the Pei and Yan families will not only be severed, but will also turn into bitter enmity.

Both morally and logically, we must exhume the body and drip the bones to verify kinship today.

Upon hearing the old lady's words, Yan Zhen quickly said, "Wait, I have something to say."

Yan Jinhe saw through Jiang Li's attempts to hide her helplessness: "Jiang Li, what else do you want to say?"

“There is no basis for the bone dripping test to determine kinship,” Yan Zhen said. “I have read an explanation of this method in an ancient book. After a person dies, the body will decompose and decay. The bones will weather and form cracks over time. As long as it is blood, it can seep into those tiny cracks and gaps when dripped on the bones. The bone dripping method cannot be used to determine whether there is a kinship relationship.”

Yan Jinhe sneered: "I consulted Doctor Ouyang about this matter. He said that if you drip blood directly onto the remains, it will indeed seep into the bone crevices, just as you said. However, if you coat the remains with an oil made from alum before dripping the blood, only the blood of a relative can mix with the remains. If you don't believe me, you can ask Doctor Ouyang to come over and demonstrate it to you in person."

Yan Zhen bit her lower lip and immediately fell silent.

Yan Jinhe gave Yan Zhen no chance to refute, and turned to Pei Yuanhong and said, "Father, please take the initiative to bring out my grandfather's remains. I will also invite the divine physician Ouyang to perform a bone-dropping test to verify kinship in public."

Pei Yuanhong gave the order, and the steward immediately led people to the Pei family ancestral grave to open the coffin and retrieve the remains of Old Master Pei.

Everyone waited in the hall, and no one left.

Two hours later, the steward returned with one of Old Master Pei's leg bones, and Doctor Ouyang also arrived.

The remains were laid out on a tray covered with white brocade. Pei Yuanhong glanced at them once and then looked away, unable to bear it.

Old Master Pei was a military general who made countless contributions on the battlefield. The descendants of the Duke's Mansion are still enjoying his protection. But as his son and grandson, he had no choice but to open the coffin and disturb his peace.

Pei Yuanhong was really unhappy.

Doctor Ouyang washed his hands and was wiping the dagger, making final preparations for drawing blood.

Yan Jinhe stared intently at Yan Zhen and Pei Ji, noticing that the two were kneeling in the hall, their faces growing paler and paler, and that their hands were even tightly clasped together under their sleeves due to their nervousness…

A barely perceptible, sinister smile curved her lips.

Today she is determined to send those two scoundrels to the underworld to avenge the humiliation she suffered in the past.

Physician Ouyang applied ink and alum oil to the remains, making all the necessary preparations. Just as he was about to wake Pei Ji to draw blood, Yan Jinhe said, "Wait."

She walked into the hall under everyone's gaze, pointed her finger and said, "To convince everyone, I ask Physician Ouyang to take my blood and the Duke's blood for comparison, to prove that the remains coated with alum oil do not mix with the blood of unrelated people, so that some people will not be dissatisfied and make a fuss about this matter again!"

She wanted to make Jiang Li admit defeat in front of everyone!

The divine physician Ouyang looked at Pei Yuanhong, seeking his opinion.

Pei Yuanhong nodded in agreement, stepped forward, rolled up his sleeves, and extended his finger.

The divine physician Ouyang cut the fingers of both men and took a drop of blood from each of them, then dripped it onto the remains.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Jinhe's blood slid down the remains onto the white brocade, but did not mix.

Pei Yuanhong's drop of blood slowly seeped into the remains.

With this set of control experiments, everyone in the hall was even more eager for the upcoming blood test to verify kinship with Pei Ji. They stared wide-eyed and craned their necks, afraid that they would miss the exciting moment if they blinked.

"Young Master, it's your turn," said Physician Ouyang.

Pei Ji didn't rush to get up, but instead glared coldly at Yan Jinhe: "Yan, you have been relentlessly pressuring us today, putting our Duke's Mansion in such an awkward position. You even forced my grandmother and father to bring out my grandfather's remains, disturbing the peace of our ancestors. It's clear that you really don't want to be my wife anymore!"

Yan Jinhe took his reaction as a desperate struggle and retorted sarcastically, "Let's talk about it after the kinship test."

After the kinship verification, the imposter never had another chance to protest.

Pei Ji stood up, but his knees buckled and he almost knelt down again.

Yan Zhen hurriedly helped him up: "Pei Lang!"

"It's nothing," Pei Ji said through gritted teeth. "My legs went numb from kneeling for too long."

He has been kneeling for two and a half hours since he was summoned to the hall.

Yan Jinqing looked at him as if he were watching a dying man make a futile struggle. The joy of impending victory made him laugh and say, "'Young Master,' are your legs numb or are you so scared that they're weak? Do you need someone to help you up?"

“Alright, you’ll do,” Pei Ji said to him. “Come here.”

Yan Jinqing was taken aback.

But having said it, he couldn't take it back, so he could only walk over dejectedly and help Pei Ji to the remains.

Pei Ji took a deep breath, extended his finger as if facing certain death, and said to Doctor Ouyang, "Come on."

As Doctor Ouyang cut Pei Ji's finger, everyone craned their necks and stared wide-eyed as the drop of blood fell onto the remains.

The huge main hall fell silent for a moment.

Caught up in the tense atmosphere, even Yan Jinhe, who was very confident about the outcome, felt his heart race and held his breath, staring intently at the scene.

Soon!

As long as that drop of blood doesn't mix with the remains, then this imposter and Jiang Li can be sentenced to death!

But an unexpected scene unfolded—the drop of blood seeped into the bones at an extremely slow rate, eventually merging with them.

Yan Jinhe's pupils contracted slightly, and her heart seemed to stop beating for a moment.

The hall was deathly silent.

After a long pause, someone said, "The blood has seeped in; the prince is real."

These words were like pouring cold water into boiling oil, and everyone immediately erupted in uproar.