"At the time, if I didn't agree, I would have only faced certain death," Mu Yizheng said with a face saturated with repressed pain, and he roared in a lowered voice, "Do you think I wanted it to be this way? You were pregnant with my own flesh and blood, with twins no less. But it had set its sights on your body. What could I do? Could I have stopped it?"
Zhuang Xiaowan burst into tears after hearing this. "It's such a sin, such a sin. If I had known he wasn't my son, I would have strangled him the moment he was born. How could I possibly raise him as I did? Mu Yizheng, you've caused me so much suffering with your deceit!"
Mu Bai clenched his fists tightly; he had only learned of this matter later on. According to what his parents said, Mu Qian was not a child of the Mu Family. To be precise, he was a yin baby.
This story sounded utterly absurd, yet it was the truth.