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Chapter 73 The Soul of the Wrongfully Condensed

The night is getting darker.

Song was still awake.

"Young Madam, you should rest now!"

Granny Yang's old eyes were squinting; she was starting to feel the strain.

"Go to sleep! I'll have Liuyun and Huahong take care of you." Madam Song could tell that she couldn't hold on any longer.

“Mother Yang, you should go and rest! We’re here with the young mistress!” the two maids said.

"Then this old servant will take her leave." Granny Yang patted her back. Lately, she felt that her health was not as good as before, which showed that she was really getting old.

As soon as she entered the outer room, a dark figure suddenly pounced on her, startling her.

"Oh dear! It's the Fifth Young Master! You scared this old woman to death!" Granny Yang clutched her chest, her heart pounding uncomfortably.

"I want my mother to sleep with me." Gong Baoan had pretended to be asleep earlier and had actually fallen asleep, but now that he was awake, he couldn't fall back asleep.

"Oh dear, Fifth Young Master, this won't do. The young mistress isn't feeling well right now! Please don't go and bother her, listen to me!" Granny Yang stopped Gong Bao'an.

Because he was too small, Granny Yang had to squat down and hug him.

Suddenly she smelled a fragrance on Gong Baoan's neck and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, even pushing Gong Baoan away.

Gong Baoan fell on his bottom and started crying.

"What's wrong?" Madam Song asked unhappily from the inner room.

"Young Madam..." Granny Yang's voice had changed, clearly she was quite frightened.

"Aunt Yang, are you alright?" Just then, Lotus came in from outside. She first picked up Gong Baoan, and then went to help Granny Yang up.

"Bring the Fifth Young Master in so I can take a look at him," Madam Song said, worried about her son.

Gong Bao'an was led in by a maid, sobbing as she walked in.

"Where did you hurt yourself? Come here and let your mother hold you." Madam Song reached out her hand, and Gong Bao'an climbed into her arms.

In an instant, Song's pupils dilated.

She desperately suppressed her racing heartbeat and, after a long while, said, "Liuyun, you and Huahong go and coax Fifth Young Master to sleep. Let Mother Yang come in first."

"Fifth Young Master, let's go. This servant will lull you to sleep." The two maids took Gong Bao'an away.

"Young Madam..." Granny Yang was still in shock, "Just now I smelled a scent on the Fifth Young Master... Did you... did you smell it too?"

"What smell do you think you're smelling?" Song asked her.

"It's...it tastes like rose cake, and...it even has a milky smell..." Granny Yang choked with sobs, "That's clearly...clearly the Third Young Master..."

Gong Kang'an was only one year old when he died. He was still breastfeeding, and his body smelled particularly strong of milk.

His favorite dessert was rose cake, and it was indeed rose cake that poisoned him.

These two scents could not possibly be present on Gong Bao'an, which is why Granny Yang was so panicked.

Upon hearing this, Madam Song frowned deeply: "Don't talk nonsense!"

"It's true!" Granny Yang trembled involuntarily. "Could it be...could it be that the Third Young Master has really returned?" "Stop talking nonsense! Maybe someone is playing tricks." Madam Song refused to admit it.

“This courtyard is full of our own people. Although the Fourth Young Master came by during the day, so much time has passed. Besides, we didn’t smell that scent on the Fifth Young Master before!” Granny Yang’s eyes darted around, feeling like there were ghosts in the room. “Young Madam, if you don’t believe me, go and smell it for yourself. That smell… I’ll never forget that smell for the rest of my life…”

"Stop your fuss!" Song Shi, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, grabbed Yang Pozi's shoulders and glared at her fiercely, saying, "So what if you're back? What can you do to us?!"

"Young Madam, I'm afraid... I'm afraid the ghost of the Third Young Master will come back to claim my life..." Although Granny Yang was not a wicked person, she couldn't help but fear ghosts and gods at this moment.

"Hmph! Even if they want to take my life, they can't take that Wen man's life! I gave him his life, and I had my own reasons back then. He can only blame his bad luck!" Song's face was so ferocious that it seemed as if she was possessed by a vengeful ghost in the candlelight.

As Granny Yang looked at her, an overwhelming fear welled up from the bottom of her heart. A premonition told her that retribution was about to come.

“Telling you is probably useless.” Madam Song saw her fear and hesitation. “We have no way out! Even if we have to go to hell after we die, we must enjoy all the wealth and luxury while we’re alive!”

Think of your children and grandchildren. Once I'm in the position of wife, what benefits won't you receive? You're my confidante! I'll give you at least 30% of this fortune, so they won't have to be slaves anymore and can live a life of luxury!

It must be said that the reason why Song and Granny Yang were able to collude in evil was because they were kindred spirits at heart.

Song understood what Granny Yang was afraid of, but she also knew exactly what could move her the most.

Money can make the devil turn the millstone, and money can also make people unafraid of ghosts.

Sure enough, a light shone in Granny Yang's eyes again. Her body was still trembling slightly, but her voice was calmer than before.

"Young Madam, what do you think we should do?"

"What to do? Naturally, we should go with the flow." Madam Song sneered, "Even if his vengeful spirit doesn't rest, I will use it to my advantage and bring Wen Mingqian down!"

Lingyue Pavilion.

Wen Mingqian was still awake.

She stared at a game of chess on the table, slightly lost in thought.

"Girl, it's late, go to sleep!" Zhang Ma urged.

“You heard what Lotus said just now. Granny Yang was so scared, she obviously has something to hide. My guess was right, they killed Kang An, and now they're crying wolf,” Wen Mingqian said.

Lotus was originally sent by Madam Song to serve Wen Mingqian. Later, when Madam Song became pregnant, Wen Mingqian sent several people back, including Lotus.

But she had already bribed Hehua long before that. Song Shi was not bad to Hehua, but she was not particularly good to her either.

The benefits Wen Mingqian offered Hehua were more than ten times those offered by Song Shi, so Hehua had no reason to refuse.

Besides, Wen Mingqian only asked her to do a small thing like reporting information, and didn't want to put her in such a difficult position.

"But I still haven't figured out the crux of the problem." Wen Mingqian gently tapped a chess piece, his brows slightly furrowed.

Why did Song kill her own son? Wen Mingqian still can't understand it.

“Human hearts are dark, and it’s really hard to fathom the thoughts of someone as vicious and ruthless as Madam Song, unless she says it herself,” said Zhang Ma.

Wen Mingqian's eyes suddenly lit up, and he laughed, "That's right! I really made a fool of myself, I couldn't even think of such a simple method."

"What's on your mind, young lady?" Zhang Ma asked.

"Your words just now reminded me," Wen Mingqian said with a smile as he stood up. "Now I can rest easy."

(End of this chapter)