“Of course you are my son. Why do you ask?”
“Well then, why do you keep so many things secret from me?”
Bao XiRuo thought to herself, “I must tell him about today’s events and let him be reunited with his true father. After that I will take my life since I have lost my chastity and thus deeply wronged my husband. This life I can never be reunited with my husband TieXin…” At this thought she again burst into tears which now flowed freely.
When Wanyan Kang saw how his mother was acting so strangely today he didn’t know what to think. Finally Bao XiRuo said, “Please take a seat and listen to what I have to say very carefully.”
Wanyan Kang sat down as told but he stayed near the spear and continued to watch the wardrobe.
Bao XiRuo asked, “Do you see the four characters written on the spear?”
“When I was a small boy I asked you about those characters, but you refused to tell me what ‘Yang Tie Xin’ meant.”
“Well now I am going to tell you what they mean.”
Yang TieXin hiding in the wardrobe could clearly hear every word that was being said between mother and son. Having an impulsive nature he thought to himself, “She is a Prince’s Consort now. How could she possibly want to live with me again in a shabby hut in the wilds as a village wife? She is about to leak out my identity, could she actually be planning to have her son kill me?”
He heard her continue, “This spear is originally from a place call Ox Village in JiangNan near the Song city of LinAn(??) I sent men to journey far away to fetch this for me. That plough, this table, lamp, bed, wardrobe, everything in this room has been brought here from Ox Village.”
Wanyan Kang interrupted, “I really don’t understand why you insist on living in the old shabby shack. I can get you the most beautiful furnishings but you always refuse!”
“You say that this place is a shabby shack. But to me it is better than the most intricately decorated palace! Child, you are not fortunate. You have never lived with your true mother and father in such a shabby place.”
When Yang TieXin heard this he felt a sudden wave of emotion and could not keep himself from shedding tears.
Wanyan Kang laughed, “Mother, the more you talk the more strange you become. How can father possibly live in this place?”
Bao XiRuo sighed, “Such a pity he wandered all over the country for eighteen years, living amongst the rivers and lakes. If he could have just lived here for half a day that would be more than comfortable enough for him.” (??Not sure if I have the correct translation here??)
When Wanyan Kang heard this he opened his eyes wide and asked in a trembling voice, “Mother, what are you saying?”
Bao XiRuo asked in a sharp voice, “Who do you think your real father is?”
Wanyan Kang said mystified, “My father is the great Jin Prince Zhao. Mother, why are you asking me this?”
Bao XiRuo stood up and took the spear, cradling it in her arms, tears again flowing, “Child, you don’t know, but I can’t blame you. This…this is your real father’s spear that he used to use many years ago…” Pointing to the characters on the spear she continued, “This is your real father’s name!”
Wanyan Kang felt his body shake. “Mother,” he cried out, “You are talking rubbish. You must be going crazy. I’m going to call for the doctor.”
“Am I talking rubbish? You say that you are a Jin? You are Chinese! Your name is not really Wanyan Kang, it’s Yang, Yang Kang!”
Wanyan Kang was shocked and very angry. He turned to go shouting, “I’m going to ask father.”
Bao XiRuo cried out, “Your father is in there!” With this she took a bold step toward the wardrobe, pulled open the door and taking Yang TieXin’s hand led him out into the room.”