Ink Burns

Chapter 48: Misleading Conspiracy

The main door of the Cheng family was locked, and the three side doors were shut. In the main hall, Uncle Seven sat high in the center. He slapped the table and looked down at Cheng Xinghe, saying, "But you let your mother go?"

Cheng Xinghe was furious: Bullshit! Bullshit!

He clearly sent his mother to the underworld with a pot of tea! ? How could he come back to life and leave a letter in blood! ?

What did the blood letter mean? He was confused and had no idea what it meant.
I don't understand why his pot of Tripterygium wilfordii, which had been added with a certain amount, could not poison a wild boar, and it was impossible that it could not poison a woman? Huangqi was locked in another woodshed at that time. Even if my mother felt something was wrong after drinking it, she didn't have the strength to ask the helper to dig out the medicine!
Where did his mother go?

Cheng Xing was full of doubts, but he couldn't say them out loud. Should he say, I didn't let my mother go, I just poisoned her to death?

"Uncle, we were at the funeral hall all night yesterday. The maids and servants in the backyard were unchecked and gathered in the kitchen to eat and drink. You dragged the maids who were not in the kitchen over here. You forced them to confess and interrogated them, but no one could tell you a thing."

Cheng Xinghe said, "Without any evidence, why do you want to wrongly accuse your nephew? Moreover, my mother is my biological mother, so does that mean my father is not my biological father? If I hadn't killed my own relatives that day, my father's death would still be a mystery. Since I have identified my mother, why did I let her go? Why did my mother leave a mysterious letter in blood?"

There were thirty or forty members of the Cheng family who came in a large group. After keeping vigil all night and receiving red envelopes for carrying the coffin, most of them set out to return home, and only four or five elders of the clan were left.

Master Cheng Er sneered: "Mother and son are connected by heart. Since ancient times, sons love their mothers. My eldest brother has a bad temper and has never slapped you. If you don't stand on your mother's side, where do you stand?"

Stand where there is benefit.

There were not many people around, so Cheng Xinghe's attitude was not as respectful as it had been a few days ago.

There was no need for him to coax or flatter his second uncle: "Second uncle, your nephew's wife and I don't have any children yet. If you push me away, my sickly half-brother will inherit the family business. At least you have to wait until he dies. The Cheng family belongs to you."

"You little bastard!" Master Cheng slammed the table and said, "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm your uncle!"

"Is he my uncle, or a relative who is here to take advantage of me?" Cheng Xinghe looked down on Master Cheng Er.

It is true that he is a vicious dog, but his uncle is a vulture. He eats leftover meat, and Cheng Lao Er is only worthy of his leftover rotten meat.

How come anyone dares to shout in front of him?

After Master Cheng was buried, who would dare to open the coffin? Do you want to do good deeds?

Now, compared to these bastards of the Cheng family, Cheng Xinghe was more interested in the contents of the blood letter.

There was no need for him to lower his status to fight this group of insects: "Second Uncle, the two pharmacies in the north of the city are given to you. You can change the account office and purchasing if you want. You don't have to think about the others. If we really want to fight hard, then we will report to the police and seal up the Cheng family's things and put them in the warehouse first. I will find Lord Liu and my old Taishan, and you find Lord Fang. Let's see who is tougher."

As for the elders of the clan, Cheng Xinghe stood up and patted his clothes: "My father was guarding the spirit yesterday, and the uncles had a good meal. When you leave, Seventh Uncle, remember to withdraw three hundred taels of money from the account and take it back to buy a sacrificial field for my father. The rent and output of the sacrificial field can be divided among the uncles. Don't let outsiders know about this. Announce to the public that my mother is sick and needs to rest."

Cheng Xinghe turned around and took the blood-written letter on white silk: "Seventh Uncle, you are the oldest, so I will give you the best piece of land. Do you agree?"

Master Cheng Er shouted, "Call the police! Uncle, dig the grave! Open the coffin!"

Cheng Xinghe ignored him and opened the door lightly. Light poured in from the crack in the door and just stopped at his toes.

He was completely shrouded in darkness. He turned around and looked at Uncle Seven: "Uncle Seven, please persuade Uncle Two. If things get out of hand, how can the Cheng family buy sacrificial land for Shewei Village?"

Cheng Xinghe walked outside and turned the corner, and saw a thin young man in white clothes standing at the end of the porch.

Cheng Xingyu walked forward without looking around.

"Big brother——" the thin young master called out in a hoarse voice, lowering his eyes. Cheng Xinghe paused, glanced at the source of the voice, and walked straight forward without stopping.

The bloodline of the Cheng family is really lowly.

With such a small amount of property, a group of vultures rushed forward as if they smelled something.

Isn't this sickly second brother, born out of wedlock, collecting herbs and recuperating in the mountains instead of rushing back to fight for the family inheritance?

Cheng Xinghe sneered in his heart, feeling that he was already superior to others and was not willing to compete with merchants for profit.

When it was late at night, Cheng Xinghe called Shanyue to the outer courtyard and placed the blood-written letter on white silk in front of him: "My wife ran away and left this thing behind. I don't see anything strange about it. Please take a good look at it."

At some point, he had already regarded Shan Yue as his aide.

Shan Yue took the piece of silk and examined it carefully in his palm. After a moment, he frowned and asked, "Is it written by Madam herself?"

Cheng Xinghe nodded: "It's my mother's handwriting, with a hook and a downward stroke. I recognize it."

Shan Yue took it anxiously, lowered her head and looked at it while muttering, "A four-horse carriage. Common people and merchants are not allowed to drive horses. Even the Cheng family only has two sets of two-horse carriages. A four-horse carriage is naturally flatter, more stable and larger - could it be owned by the government?"

"No one is with me at the Chengdong Hot Springs Pavilion." Shan Yue tilted his head: "This 'I' obviously refers to Madam. We went to the Chengdong Hot Springs Pavilion to rest, and no one was with us - Madam likes to travel alone? Or is it because it's hot in summer, and Madam is going alone to escape the heat?"

Shan Yue looked at the date again: "August of the seventh year of Chengde. What day is this?"

Shanyue asked three questions, then stood there and stopped talking.

Cheng Xinghe followed his train of thought and continued: "August of the seventh year of Chengde. My birthday is May 20th of the eighth year of Chengde. I was pregnant for seventy months and gave birth in September. If we calculate it forward, it is exactly."

Cheng Xinghe suddenly raised his head, flew over, and grabbed the plain silk handkerchief: "Chengdong Hot Spring Hotel, the Cheng family has no property in the suburbs of the east city, whose property is this!? I heard that the prefect and the governor disliked the hot summer in Songjiang Prefecture, so they bought land on the mountain in the east of the city to build a business, so that their families can escape the heat in the summer."

Cheng Xinghe repeated his words again: "In other words, nine months before I was born, my mother went to the East City Restaurant alone, and no one from the Cheng family accompanied her - she naturally went to Lord Liu's place!"

This is the secret of his life!

Before his mother ran away, she finally showed kindness and told him who his biological father was!

Not that evil and despicable Cheng Daxing!
It’s Lord Liu!

He was born into a family of officials and officials! Born into a wealthy family! He was not the son of a barefoot doctor from Shewei Village!

He is a son of an upright official!

He was humble and acted like a grandson in front of the ninth-rank officials. When he made friends with the children of Songjiang Prefecture, his back was more bent than a river shrimp. The pain brought by these bloodlines would never come again! Never again!
Cheng Xinghe was described as wild and eccentric, almost unruly!

Shan Yue stood quietly, waiting for a moment, pretending to hesitate, and whispered: "In this case, is it possible that the Madam was taken away by someone sent by Lord Liu?"

　There is one more chapter, it will be later (tomorrow during the day)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)