Jiang Han was taken aback, "What are you doing?" and then struggled to get up.
He was sowhat thin and had little strength, so one of his hands was firmly gripped by Jiang Youzhi.
He anxiously tried to use his other hand to pry open Jiang Youzhi’s hand, but unfortunately, Jiang Youzhi’s hand was like an iron vice, holding him tightly.
Then the needle in Jiang Youzhi’s hand stabbed heavily into Jiang Han’s hand, causing a drop of blood to be squeezed into the bowl.
Everyone was a bit stunned.
Jiang Youzhi laughed, "Only testing mine is too unfair; if we test, we all test together."
"Don’t worry, once he’s tested, I will naturally test as well."
Everyone couldn’t help but curiously stare at the white porcelain bowl. Although it had always been heard about, no one had seen blood tests for kinship with their own eyes.
Who knew that the two drops of blood in the bowl floated separately as if they were not connected.
For a mont, the entire hall was filled with a strange atmosphere, and everyone looked at each other. Could it be that Jiang Han was not the biological son of the Marquis?
At this mont, Jiang Youzhi had already released Jiang Han’s hand.
Jiang Han looked down at the bowl and beca anxious, "It’s not true, it’s not like this, I am my father’s biological son."
"This, this is not my blood!"
He was completely flustered, having no idea what was going on.
Aunt Su had sent a maid to instruct him this morning, telling him to propose a blood test in front of the Princess.
He even told the maid, what if the test confird it? Wouldn’t that solidify Jiang Youzhi’s identity?
The maid said, the young master need not worry, Aunt has her own arrangents, the young master just needs to follow her instructions.
Jiang Han couldn’t disbelieve anyone more than his mother, so he confidently demanded the blood test, not knowing he’d land himself in trouble.
Everyone looked at Jiang Han with pity, still seeing blood from his finger, and with so many eyes watching, there was no chance of fakery.
Jiang Zhongxing’s face darkened; the more he looked at Jiang Han, the less he saw any resemblance to himself. He looked exactly like Aunt Su.
Yun Jiao didn’t go over to watch the commotion, but from Jiang Han’s words, she could guess the situation.
She couldn’t help but purse her lips and smile; Aunt Su had indeed shot herself in the foot.
There must have been so trickery in the water to keep the blood from rging. She knew the thods for both rging and separating blood.
Lady Wu sat beside Yun Jiao with a slight smile.
Jiang Zhongxing’s face was dark, "Go call Aunt Su over!"
Though he disliked Aunt Su, it didn’t an he liked being cuckolded, raising another’s son.
The Princess said nothing, just watched silently.
Aunt Su was also a fierce person.
Though the two grandmothers spared her so on the day they beat her, it wasn’t long ago, and even without severe injuries, her skin was broken, and her back to her thighs were burning with pain. She had the grandmothers carry her to the gate of Yanfu Court, slowly and arduously making her way in.
She didn’t want to be carried in on a spring bench; she couldn’t lose face.
Aunt Su feebly made her way into the hall, Jiang Zhongxing pointed at the two drops of blood in the bowl and said, "Explain this, why don’t the Marquis’s blood and Han Er’s blood rge."
On the way, Aunt Su had handed a silver ingot, and the maid who had received it told her the situation.
Aunt Su had already planned in her mind, and at this mont, she sadly smiled, "The concubine is innocent, I have no idea what happened."
"If the Marquis doesn’t believe it, another bowl of water can be tested."
"There is a well behind Yanfu Court; you can have soone draw water for testing!"
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