Ink Burns

Chapter 43 Raging Anger
Seeing Duan raise her head and drink the whole thing, Cheng Xinghe’s eyes were filled with mixed emotions, struggle, sorrow, regret, hesitation, and all these emotions were finally summed up in two words: “Let it go.”

Cheng Xingyu lifted his robe and knelt on the ground with a plop. "Second uncle won't give in. The people in the clan have been bewitched by him. When the eldest master is buried tomorrow, it will be time to investigate the family thoroughly. How can the eldest master's death withstand a thorough investigation?! Mother, you promised me your flesh and blood, so I can only repay your incense for eternity. When this matter is settled, I will place your tablet at the top of the ancestral hall, and lead all my descendants to kneel down and repent every morning and evening."

"Boom, boom, boom!" three kowtows.

Cheng Xinghe boasted that he had repaid the kindness of this life with the kindness of his past life.

There was no point in arguing any further, so Cheng Xing said a few words and left with his face covered.

Duan didn't realize what her eldest son meant for a moment, but after Cheng Xinghe slammed the door and left, she seemed to understand something!
Drugged! Something was wrong with the cup of tea that the eldest son poured for her!

Duan's pupils suddenly dilated, and she immediately stood up with the help of the wall. She felt dizzy and her eyes were blurry. When she raised her legs, her heels felt like they were being pulled by thousands of threads: "Yellow - yellow - yellow -"

I can't shout!
Duan's eyes were filled with tears, the world was spinning around her, and she fell headfirst to the ground!
Huangqi, who was dragged to the hut next door, heard the sound and crawled desperately. He crawled and pushed open the door, and saw Duan desperately raising her hand to point at the teacup on the table, but she didn't understand what she meant, so she could only cry in despair - apart from anything else, even if you get along with cats and dogs every day, there is some affection between you, not to mention a living person! Madam would remember to save a portion for her when she bought cloud silk cake! Madam remembered that she loved to eat fish eyes, so the first thing she did with her chopsticks was to pick up fish eyes for her and secretly stuff them into her mouth! The porch was cold when she was on night watch, so Madam gave her some copper wire charcoal to keep her warm! Madam is not a bad person! What's bad is that damn "Qingfeng" invitation! Once a task is given, it must be completed! Otherwise, why would Madam set her sights on her and test her to ask if she would go! She wanted to sneak out, but was caught by the master's men at the Chuihua Gate. The master wanted to beat her with 30 boards to set an example. It was the wife who helped her bargain for 10 big boards while being beaten by the master! After she was beaten, it was the wife who sent her the golden medicine!
Huangqi burst into tears: She was originally a stupid person, and has always been stupid. If it weren’t for my wife, she would have been kicked out long ago just because of her stupidity!

Huangqi hugged Duan's head and cried bitterly, but suddenly someone pushed him away.

"Get out of the way. If you keep crying, she'll die." A calm voice sounded.

Huangqi looked up with tearful eyes, only to see He Shanyue picking up the unconscious Duan with one hand and slapping her on the back. Mrs. Wang beside him immediately handed over a large bowl. He Shanyue picked up Duan like a loach, and used his left hand to dig open Duan's throat. Mrs. Wang gulped a bowl of dark hot water into her throat. He Shanyue threw Duan to his side like a limp rag doll.

After a long while, Duan lay on the straw mat on the ground and vomited loudly.

At this moment, He Shanyue had cold brows and cold eyes, totally unlike the simple and gentle person in memory. It was like a completely different person!

Huangqi actually felt a little scared: "What did you give your wife to drink?"

Shan Yue put the bowl on the ground without raising his eyebrows: "Take the ash from the chicken manure and mix it with water to drink. It can induce vomiting and detoxify."

Chicken. Chicken shit!

Huangqi was so disgusted that he forgot to cry.

Shanyue clapped his hands, pulled a stool and sat down, resting his hands on his knees, looking at Huangqi calmly: "She has the bloody marriages of no less than 20 girls in her hands, what's the big deal about eating a bowl of chicken shit? Let her live, just because she is young and has been bewitched by others, and she is just a pawn - let's not talk about her."

Huangqi shuddered. After listening to He Shanyue's calm and casual words that revealed everything about life and death, she felt an inexplicable palpitation and fear. She was even more helpless than when facing the moody master - the master liked to beat and scold, but he could calm her down with a few soft words. She intuitively felt that the current He Shanyue was completely different from before, and could not be calmed down by just a few soft words.

After vomiting, Duan stopped convulsing but remained in a coma.

"Let me ask you, how long have you been in the Cheng family?" He Shanyue asked.

Huangqi trembled involuntarily: "Ninety-nine years"

He Shanyue nodded: "Do you know the fire at Fushou Mountain eight years ago?" Huangqi shuddered again.

He Shanyue keenly noticed Huangqi's strangeness and said affirmatively: "You know."

Huangqi's back and buttocks were still hurting, and he couldn't stand or kneel. He could only hold on to the wall with his waist half bent, his eyes wandering around.

The nobleman came to Songjiang Prefecture in a hurry, saying that he was stopping on the way. The old prefect selected several families to entertain them. Only the eldest son of the Cheng family, Cheng Xinghe, was willing to kneel down and hold the delicacies in his hands to feed the papillon when the girl and the dog at the center did not want to eat.
Cheng Jia was chosen to accompany the nobleman to have fun in Songjiang Mansion for three days. During this period, the Cheng family was responsible for the expenses and the settlement of personnel. As there were not enough people, she was arranged by the Cheng family to fill in. She was originally a singer serving the nobleman, but the nobleman disliked her as a "countryside powder", and she never served him closely.
After the noble lady left Songjiang Prefecture, the old prefect said, "All those involved will be killed." It was the wife who crossed out her name.
He Shanyue raised his chin, expressionless: "What do you know? Who are those people? Where are they from? Where are they going? What is their relationship with the Cheng family? What is their relationship with Songjiang Prefecture?"

Huangqi raised his head boldly: "You, who are you?"

He Shanyue pulled out the sharp knife with one hand, leaned forward, and calmly pressed it against Huangqi's neck: "I can let you and Duan live, and naturally I can also let you and Duan die - the last person who died is still outside."

The blade was cold and sharpened to be as thin as a wind wing.

Huangqi reflexively shrank back, and the blade immediately followed, quickly cutting the girl's fair skin!
She means it!

The fear of Astragalus rose from six points to eight points!

"I, I, I was just a maid who combed the lady's hair and applied facial masks. I had average qualifications and was not qualified to be taken to Fushou Mountain to serve! I only served her one meal!"

As the blade got closer, Huangqi suddenly remembered: "I remember how they addressed each other! The noble lady was called 'Princess'! There was also a 'Little Brother Xue'! And there was a very handsome man called 'Yulang'!" She racked her brains to think of the rest, but couldn't think of anything else - she didn't know at all, so how could she remember! ?
Shan Yue didn't show it on his face, but he felt a little disappointed in his heart.

Sure enough, people like Huangqi don’t know much.

Shan Yue asked again: "What was done after the fire at Fushou Mountain? Was the mountain closed to search for people?"

She knows this.

She was waiting at the foot of Fushou Mountain.

Huang Qi shook his head quickly: "No, no! We went to Fushou Mountain on a whim. We didn't have enough people to accompany us, and there was a fire. The nobles were frightened and turned back to Yingtian Prefecture. It was three days later when they went up the mountain to clean up the mess!"

An indescribable bitterness and ecstasy surged in Shanyue's heart.

No one searched the mountain, which meant Shui Guang might have survived!

　The next chapter will be a little later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)