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Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Zhan Feng’s Corpse, Murderous Intent!
Xiaoqin’s lips trembled several times, and she finally voiced out, "Mr. Zhan Feng’s body has been sent back from Ningguta!"
"What!" Zhan Liluo stood frozen in place, speechless for a long time.
After a while, she coldly rebuked, "You lowly servant, are you deceiving me... Impossible... How could Zhan Feng possibly be dead!"
Xiaoqin cried and said, "I saw it with my own eyes; right outside the door, the young master’s coffin was carried in."
"Take me there, I don’t believe it!" Zhan Liluo frantically shook her head.
Didn’t father arrange for people to look after him in Ningguta? How could her brother possibly be dead!
Xiaoqin and the nanny together lifted Zhan Liluo and placed her on the wheelchair, covering her empty legs with a blanket.
Zhan Lan looked at Xiaoqin and the nanny, "Let me push my big sister!"
Xiaoqin and the nanny both felt the heavy oppressive aura in Zhan Lan’s seemingly light words.
The two stepped aside, retreating concurrently as they replied, "Yes, Miss Zhan Lan!"
Zhan Lan took hold of the wheelchair handle, pushing Zhan Liluo forward. Previously warned by Zhan Lan, Zhan Liluo felt like a giant beast was looming behind her and dared not resist at all.
Zhan Lan pushed Zhan Liluo to the center of the courtyard, where the old lady, with her gray and withered hair, stood shaking in the cold wind, her slender and spotted hand resting on the opened coffin, seeing the person lying inside.
Old Madam saw Zhan Feng’s body; her lips trembled a few times, feeling as though her heart was being torn to shreds, and she broke down in tears, "My Feng’er!"
"My grandson!"
Before Zhan Lan reached the coffin, she could already smell the stench of the rotting corpse.
Zhan Lan pushed the wheelchair up to the front of the coffin; looking into the coffin, she saw that Zhan Feng’s face was pale and his lips were purple.
If it weren’t for the winter cold, Zhan Feng’s body would have probably been reeking by now.
His figure was thin and withered, his eyes were staring dead, as if he died with a grievance, and Old Madam, after lifting his clothes to take a look, cried even harder.
Zhan Feng’s body had thinned down to skin and bones, as if he hadn’t had a full meal for months.
His hands were rough beyond measure, covered all over with wounds and calluses; it seemed he often toiled.
His body was marked with scars from whips and branding irons, it appeared he had suffered a great deal these past few months in Ningguta.
Old Madam felt darkness before her eyes, as Nanny Liu quickly reached out to support her.
"Old Madam, please restrain your grief!"
Zhan Liluo’s eyes widened, as it was her first time seeing a dead body, and that too her own brother’s, fear spread within her and added to the stench of the corpse, she vomited in disgust.
Old Madam looked back to Zhan Lan, standing behind Zhan Liluo.
It was her who found the evidence in the Western Rong proving Zhan Feng’s betrayal and treachery. If not for Zhan Lan, how could her Feng’er die so miserably!
However, at this moment Zhan Lan was a Martial Arts Champion, someone she could not confront openly, she could only swallow this hatred.
Zhan Feng was the one Old Madam cherished since childhood, white hair mourning the loss of black hair, she was devastated, wishing she could kill Zhan Lan and follow Zhan Feng in death.
Old Madam’s heart was choked with grief, the great shock made her face flush red, and with a burst, she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood onto the coffin. 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓅𝓊𝓫.𝒸ℴ𝓶
Zhan Lan lowered her gaze, wondering if her grandfather, Zhan Xinzhang, when he learned of his grandson Zhan Hui’s suicide and his son Zhan Beicang’s hanging at the city gates, had felt the same.
The reason Zhan Lan spent silver to have Zhan Feng’s body sent back was to witness the second branch of the Zhan Family in agony!
To kill was one thing, but to strike at one’s heart was the greatest pain!
Zhan Lan felt her hatred subside a bit when she saw the second branch in pain.
Old Madam, catching a glance of Zhan Lan’s expressionless face, couldn’t help but angrily say, "Go away, Feng’er doesn’t want to see you!"
Zhan Lan innocently looked at Old Madam, "Grandmother, don’t be angry, please restrain your grief!"
Wang clenched her tiger-head cane, wishing she could smack Zhan Lan to death with it.
But she didn’t dare!
Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from not far away, "Is it Feng?"
Wang lifted her gaze and saw Zhan Xincheng crawling out of the room, covered in wounds.
Zhan Xincheng woke up suddenly upon hearing the noise outside.
Wang steadied her mind and scolded the servants, "Have you all died? How are you attending to the master!"
Zhan Xincheng, seeing the pale face and bloody corners of his mother’s mouth, pounded the ground and said, "In the end... is it Feng or not!"
Wang knew her son’s temperament; such a thing could not be concealed.
Thus, she ordered the servants to carry Zhan Xincheng over on a stretcher.
The cold and piercing wind blew, and upon seeing the corpse of his son, Zhan Feng, Zhan Xincheng’s eyes widened and veins bulged.
He suddenly felt dizzy, numb all over.
Wang, seeing Zhan Xincheng’s reaction, was scared out of her wits; her son, at a visibly rapid speed, developed a crooked mouth, skewed eyes, and started convulsing.
"Quick, carry the master back inside!" Wang anxiously patted her thigh.
Doctor Li soon arrived and, after taking Zhan Xincheng’s pulse, performed acupuncture on him.
Zhan Xincheng kept repeating, "Impossible, impossible..."
Wang’s face drained of color, and she said in despair, "I just felt his pulse, Xincheng probably had a stroke."
Doctor Li nodded, "Old Madam, second master was already grievously injured, with the liver corresponding to rage, which rises as anger; the disruption of qi has caused Yang Qi to ascend, leading to a reversal of energy; extreme cases result in the cessation of both physical energy and meridian flow. If the blood moves uncontrollably and gathers in the cerebral orifices, with chaotic blood and qi, it affects consciousness. It’s like adding frost to snow, I’m afraid..."
Wang looked firmly at Doctor Li, comforting herself by saying, "It won’t happen, Xincheng will surely recover!"
Zhan Lan, seeing the second branch of Zhan Family in chaos, slowly revealed a hardly noticeable smile on her lips.
Zhan Xincheng himself had just consumed a potent dose of ginseng, and upon seeing the tragic death of his son, rage overwhelmed him, leading to a stroke!
"Grandmother, shall we have the physician I brought take a look at second uncle?" Zhan Lan said softly.
Wang, rubbing her temples with a headache, said impatiently, "Go back, don’t cause more trouble!"
Zhan Lan, with her head down and feeling aggrieved, silently turned to leave.
This gesture reminded Wang of Zhan Lan’s childhood, how she was always sensitive and fragile, submissive, and unable to explain herself.
Zhan Lan, the girl who had been eager to please and easy to handle since childhood, had only done one wrong thing—harming Feng.
But perhaps it was no wonder she was against Zhan Feng.
After all, Zhan Feng had always liked to bully her since childhood, but this girl had always been good to Xincheng.
Now that her son was gravely ill, Zhan Xuerou, his own niece, hadn’t even come to glance at him, whereas Zhan Lan had brought expensive ginseng to visit him.
Wang felt she couldn’t justify herself in terms of human relationships, after all, Zhan Lan was not what she used to be, and Wang couldn’t just dismiss her face directly.
Dealing with her would have to be done in private.
"Fourth daughter..." Wang called out to Zhan Lan.
The moment Zhan Lan turned back, Wang saw the aggrievement in her eyes, mixed with an excited expression.
"Grandmother, it’s okay, I will tell Pharmacist Qi Lin to leave to avoid disturbing second uncle’s recuperation!"
"What! Who did you say?" Wang’s eyes brightened as she looked towards Zhan Lan.
Doctor Li also paused his acupuncture, and his murky eyes widened a bit looking towards Zhan Lan.
