In the room, Mrs. Mu stared at the decadent and thin concubine in front of her, barely concealing the turmoil in her heart.
The remorse on Mu Weishen's face made him look like a ball of crumpled paper, while the words he spoke turned into a murderous sound, sending Mrs. Mu's most beloved and valued youngest son to hell. .
Indeed, she should not have blamed Mu Weishen for Yaozi's death, but after that incident, she faced not only her dead son, but also the Mu family in the storm.
Mu Weishen barely dared to raise his head, tears kept washing over his face, but it was difficult to resolve his complicated mood at this time.
He said: "When my son arrived, the fourth brother's body was still warm... However, his body had been separated and there was no way to save him..."
The dilapidated carriage, the hot blood, the dearest brother...
That scene kept him awake day and night. Even when he fell asleep drunk, the scene lingered in his dreams and refused to go away.
Mrs. Mu's anger was restrained and sad.
Because she didn't know who should be blamed for the death of her beloved son, and where should she put her hatred, and Mu Weishen was the victim implicated in that accident.
She gritted her teeth and said in a deep voice: "When you killed people to cover up the truth, did you really think I didn't know?"
Mu Weishen suddenly raised his head and looked at his aunt in shock, "You... know?"
Mrs. Mu did not speak, and Mu Weishen looked at his father.
General Mu's eyes reflected Mu Weishen's face, and he said coldly: "Second brother, you still don't know why I am disappointed in you."
Although he was the one who gave the order to end the matter and save the second room, his attitude towards the second room was that he did not express any hatred towards her.
Muvishenane was speechless.
Old General Mu snorted coldly: "Who is the Mu family? What kind of fool do you think your father and I are? When did you leave the city on the day of the accident, and what did you do before leaving the city? Do you think I really can't find out?"
Mu Weishen was a little stunned, "Then big brother..."
"Hmph, you don't have to worry about what the boss has done. Your mother and I naturally know what happened."
Mu Weishen was horrified and did not dare to mention his eldest brother Mu Yuanchang again, so he said "yes".
Old General Mu added: "Originally, Shiro's death was not your fault. Maybe you escaped because of this. You are all my sons. You should be lucky to be alive as a father. But you shouldn't be. You should never have done what you did later. Where did your deception put me? Where did your fourth brother put you? You are so selfish!"
Mu Wei Shen never expected that this was the reason why he could not get his father's forgiveness for so many years.
All this is his own fault...
"Father, my son has sinned deeply and his hands are full of blood. I dare not ask for your forgiveness. I only hope for a chance to find out the murderer of my fourth brother, so as to comfort my fourth brother's spirit in heaven and to relieve the sorrow and resentment of my father and mother..."
Mu Weishen had been kneeling on the cold and hard ground for more than two hours, and his knees had almost lost all feeling. Even so, he still did not dare to relax and lay there, repenting deeply.
Mrs. Mu's nose twitched and she exhaled a deep breath. She closed her eyes tightly and opened them again, but her eyes did not fall on Mu Weishen.
She looked at a small box on the shelf. Inside was a letter that Mu Silang had sent back when he was traveling.
The yellowed papers and handsome handwriting all indicate the liveliness and bright future of the younger son.
She turned her attention to the scripture book at hand. Tucked inside was the last letter written by Yaozi...
*****
In the Qin Mansion, Li Qingyi walked slowly through the atrium and walked along the Chaoshou corridor towards Shenyin Pavilion.
The two just met last night, but today Nagaze suddenly asked someone to come to her and asked her to come to the Qin Mansion.
Li Qingyi was afraid that Qin Zeng had something urgent, so he handed Shen Nianzhen to Li Miaoran, while he found an excuse to go out and hurried to the Qin Mansion.
Changrong and others were used to it, so they just said hello and then stepped back, allowing Li Qingyi to pass by himself.
After passing the moon gate for several times, the plum trees in the courtyard were white with snow and red buds, and the cold fragrance was floating, covering the attic windows of Shenyin Tower, creating a vague and blurry scene.
Li Qingyi stood under the plum tree, surrounded by silence.
The snow in the yard was not cleared. I don't know if it was Qin Zeng's special order or something.
Her cloak left a long trail in the snow, obliterating her footprints.
Could it be because he told Qin Zeng last time that in this world, only the color of snow can match the winter plum blossoms, so he didn't even sweep the bluestone road in the yard?
She smiled as she thought about it, what kind of fantasy was she having?
He turned around and walked to the door of Shenyin Tower. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he heard something faintly coming from inside. It was Qin Zeng talking in his sleep.
"Father! Mom! Don't leave..."
The tone was frightened, urgent and panicked, like a sick child trying to hold on to its parents' hands tightly to keep the warmth around them so that they could sleep peacefully.
Li Qingyi raised his hand in the air, neither knocking on the door nor lowering it, and was a little stunned for a moment.
In her eyes, Qin Zeng was just as everyone thought, a man like a god.
Would such a man show his vulnerable side while sleeping?
"Miss Li, are you finally here?"
Nagaze greeted him from behind, and Li Qingyi turned around and saw a food box in his hand, with a vague smell of Chinese medicine coming out. She asked: "What, sir, is he sick?"
"No, things in the Mu Mansion have been progressing a lot in the past few days. The court is preparing to build a nine-story building for Concubine Mu. Your Excellency is getting busier and busier. It has been very cold these days. The wind outside is strong, and I have caught the cold. .”
As Nagasawa spoke, he put his ear to the door and listened. There was no sound of murmuring inside. He didn't know whether the people inside were awake or asleep. "Have Miss Li been here for a while?"
"I just arrived at the door and you came back."
Nagasawa nodded and said: "Your Excellency has a lot of official work these days. Most of the time he goes to sleep in the study. Even if he is sick, he refuses to take a good rest. I will go in first to see if you are awake. If you are awake, I will invite the girl in again. .”
Just as Li Qingyi was about to nod, a deep and hoarse voice came from inside: "Come in."
Nagasawa smiled at Li Qingyi, opened the door first and let her in, then he carried the food box and closed the door tightly behind him to prevent Qin Zeng from startling the wind again.
"My lord, you have had a good night's sleep. Do you feel lighter now? I've boiled the medicine. My lord, drink it while it's hot. It's best to lie down and sweat again."
Qin Zeng waited for the bowl of thick black medicine with his eyes, showing no intention of moving at all.
Nagasawa pretended not to see it and handed the medicine bowl to Li Qingyi, "Excuse me, Miss Li."
Li Qingyi secretly laughed in his heart, wondering how a person like Qin Zeng could be afraid of taking medicine.
She knew this in her previous life, "Nagaze, what kind of preserves are you going to get?"
Nagasawa went with a smile.
Li Qingyi held the medicine bowl and blew on it, "Sir, can I feed you?"
Qin Zeng was so angry that he wanted to laugh, "You want to feed such a disgusting thing one spoon at a time? Are you sure you want to cure me and not embarrass me?"
