Chapter 21 World One

After sending someone to send the precious fan away, Lord Chen acted more casually in front of Zhang Shang and no longer cared about his thoughts.

But Zhang Shang had been begging to see the treasure fan, and now he had finally seen it, his wish had been fulfilled. But why did his face turn pale and his eyes dull, like a walking corpse?

Zhang Shangmu put on a dull face and told Mr. Chen the place where the gold and silver were buried as promised.

Lord Chen immediately remembered it and then sent his subordinates to look for it there.

Before the gold and silver were found, news came from the cell. Zhang Shang seemed to have gone mad. He used his hands to forcefully break the wooden bars of the cell until his fingers were stained with blood, but he did not let go.

Lord Chen went to take a look and felt that Zhang Shang seemed to have lost all his vitality and was trying to break the two-finger-thick wooden board with his flesh and blood.

Lord Chen didn't care whether Zhang Shang was really crazy or just pretending to be crazy. He asked the guards to use some methods and Zhang Shang finally stopped tormenting the wooden board.

He just used his nails to scratch his body, muttering to himself: "Dirty, not dirty, dirty, not dirty, haha..."

Seeing that he only tortured himself and no longer tortured the equipment and supplies in the cell, the guards pretended to be deaf and blind, looking at his nose with their eyes and his heart with their nose, as if they didn't see anything.

But only half a day later, Zhang Shang was found lying on a patch of weeds, his eyes wide open. No matter how he called out to him, he made no response. The guard then summoned two guards, who opened the cell door with him and shook Zhang Shang, but he remained unconscious.

The guard tentatively stretched out his hand and placed it under Zhang Shang's nose to feel his breath, but there was not even a trace of breath.

The guard then reported to Lord Chen in fear.

Lord Zhang and Madam Zhang, who watched everything, looked lifeless and silent, while the other had eyes full of resentment.

When Madam Zhang saw Lord Chen coming to the cell, she started to talk about Baoshan's faults again, cursing and complaining, resentful that no one recognized her vicious heart, and only thought that Baoshan was a soft and kind woman, but did not know that she had a vicious heart.

"You were all deceived by her..."

Master Chen's expression was cold: "Why are you still shouting?"

Seeing the guards with swords approaching, Mrs. Zhang recalled bad memories and quickly shut her mouth, but her eyes were full of resentment.

Lord Chen ordered his subordinates not to spread the news, and suddenly learned that the gold and silver had been found, in a dozen mahogany boxes buried deep in the mountains.

As soon as the box was opened, the golden gold nuggets and snow-white silver ingots inside almost made everyone lose their minds.

They quickly locked the box, carried it out of the mountains and handed it to Lord Chen.

After the gold and silver were counted and carefully recorded on paper, Lord Chen took the papers and went to see Mu Nanxing.

He was respectful and explained the whole story of how he found the gold and silver. He also told Mu Nanxing everything about how he brought the treasured fan to see Zhang Shang.

“Young Marquis, there is something wrong with this matter, but the fault lies entirely with me.

Miss Baoshan has good intentions, so please don't blame her, young marquis."

Mu Nanxing's face was grim. He didn't want Bao Shan to know about this. But he never expected that Bao Shan not only knew about it, but also went to see Zhang Shang.

But now that Zhang Shang is dead, coupled with the obscene words that Mrs. Zhang says all day long, it is inevitable that rumors will spread and ruin the reputation of the precious fan.

As for Lord Chen, from the court's perspective, he did nothing wrong in this matter.

Lord Chen investigated the criminal's background for the court and seized a large amount of silver and money in just a few days. If it is verified that this silver and money is the private gain obtained by Lord Zhang through improper conduct as an official, it will be used to fill the national treasury.

Such a huge amount of wealth can be used as the national treasury. Lord Chen is not only innocent, but has made great contributions.

But Mu Nanxing only said a few words of encouragement and didn't say anything else, with no intention of getting close to him at all.

Although he would not blame Lord Chen for bringing the treasured fan to see Zhang Shang, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Since returning from the prison, Baoshan has stayed in the room and rarely goes out.

When she heard someone knocking on the door, she got up and opened it. Lord Chen was standing outside.

He spoke a few words and expressed his gratitude to Baoshan. The buried gold and silver had been found, and the old stories of Fuling City were now all settled. Baoshan smiled softly and said, "I only did a small thing. The search for the gold and silver, the digging, and the counting were all done by others. I can't claim any credit for it."

Compared with her spirits of the past few days, Baoshan looked a little bad today. After speaking only two or three words to Lord Chen, her eyes and brows showed sleepiness, but she still forced herself to reply to Lord Chen.

Lord Chen was not an ignorant person. Seeing Baoshan's expression, he spoke a few words of concern and told her to be sure to ask a doctor to come.

"I will."

Lord Chen's figure went away, and just as Bao Shan was about to close the door, he saw a pair of black gold auspicious cloud boots approaching.

Baoshan's body softened and he was about to fall forward.

The ground is so hard that if you fall on it so hastily, you will definitely get hurt.

A long whip with golden threads wrapped around the waist caused the precious fan to fall from front to back into someone's arms, driven by the force of the whip.

Mu Nanxing still held the whip in his hand, one hand supporting her waist. Her waist was soft, but the whip was unusually cold. Once she was in Mu Nanxing's arms, he unwound the whip and hung it back around his waist. And the precious fan in his arms—he frowned slightly, reached out and picked her up, kicked the door open, and laid her on the bed.

A faint scent of mint, permeating the tangled silk, lingered at the tip of Mu Nanxing's nose. His expression faltered, and he turned to call for a doctor. Mu Nanxing stayed inside, wanting to stay away. But the minty scent seemed to draw him forward, step by step, until he reached Baoshan's bed.

Even though his eyes were closed due to coma, Baoshan's expression still revealed uneasiness.

The lips that were once moist and plump are now slightly pale, as if they were frightened.

Her fair neck was resting on the soft pillow, and her untied black hair was now completely spread out, making her already porcelain-white face look even smaller and more pitiful.

What is she afraid of?

Mu Nanxing's thoughts turned slightly. Lord Chen would naturally not tell her about Zhang Shang. The thing that would scare Bao Shan was probably only related to the prison cell.

After making an inference in his mind, Mu Nanxing lowered his gaze and saw that the silk cloth, which was wrapped with several layers of silk, was hanging on the hand of the treasure fan.

Mu Nanxing stared at the silk intently, a look of struggle flashed in his eyes, and finally the struggle and hesitation were replaced by determination.

Mu Nanxing reached out and held the injured hand.

Even through the silk, Mu Nanxing could still feel the warmth coming from his palm.

He did not hold the hand holding the treasure fan, but now he could feel the shape of the palm through a layer of barrier. It was as small, soft and gentle as what he saw.

Mu Nanxing still remembered the location of the wound in his mind. He stretched out two fingers and gently stroked the wound. This place was thicker than other places on his palm. Perhaps because too much medicine was applied, the smell was stronger.

A feeling of pity for the little animals surged in his heart, but Mu Nanxing just felt strange. He had never felt this way when a real little animal was injured.

Now, I feel such compassion for a wounded person.

Baoshan's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was about to wake up slowly, but her lips opened and closed, as if she was mumbling in a nightmare.

Mu Nanxing had sharp ears and eyesight, and could barely make out a few of the words.

"No... No... The young marquis wouldn't..."

Realizing what he heard, Mu Nanxing immediately let go of Baoshan's hand, as if someone had seen him doing something inappropriate. When they were alone and Baoshan was unconscious, he checked her wound, and a strange blush instantly appeared on his face.

What kind of dream is this?

Mu Nanxing calmed himself down, realizing that he had only heard a few fragments of information, which was far from the truth, and he shouldn't have let his imagination run wild.

The doctor came and after taking the patient's pulse said that the patient was frightened and restless, and because the weather had turned cold in recent days, he had caught a cold.

"This cold air wouldn't be a big deal, but Miss Baoshan is still injured, and the wound was caused by the burns.

The alternation of cold and heat caused Miss Baoshan to suffer, and she fainted from weakness."

The doctor prescribed some mild nourishing medicine and asked Baoshan to boil it and feed it to him.

After Mu Nanxing made the arrangements, he called Lord Chen and the people guarding the cell. He heard Madam Zhang cursing in the cell, so he asked her what she was cursing about.

"That's just unbearable to hear."

The guard wanted to pick out some important things to say, but Mrs. Zhang's words were all mixed up, so the guard could only string them together according to his own ideas and then tell them to Mu Nanxing.

"Madam Zhang said that Miss Baoshan was cruel and unwilling to plead for them. She said that Miss Baoshan was heartless and two-faced."

The guard couldn't help but feel indignant for Bao Shan. In his opinion, who would plead for the Zhang family when they did such evil things?

He had heard it all. Zhang Shang insisted on seeing Bao Shan, but Bao Shan was kind-hearted and willing to see him. However, he died not long after they met. If this happened to him, he would feel that it was unlucky and he should not have been kind enough to do that good deed that day.

The guard recalled how Madam Zhang had said everything without thinking, and with disdain in his eyes, he quickly said, "Madam Zhang still thinks this is the past, when so many people would hang around her.

Even in the dungeon, he still didn't behave himself. He came up with some bad idea. She wanted Miss Baoshan to offer herself to you and seduce you with her beauty, and then persuade you to forgive their sins.

Miss Baoshan naturally wouldn't agree to their request, so Madam Zhang got angry and resorted to cursing to vent her anger.

The guard's words were euphemistic, but Mu Nanxing saw his hesitant expression and knew what Madam Zhang was talking about. It would not be as he said, but would definitely be even more unbearable to hear.

Since it is related to what happened on the bed, it is easy to guess that Mrs. Zhang will make up some nonsense and take this opportunity to ruin the reputation of the precious fan.

Mu Nanxing looked slightly gloomy and thought for a moment.

"This trip to the capital is exhausting. To avoid any trouble, let's resolve the matter in Fuling City within the city."

Since Lord and Madam Zhang are from Fuling City, they do not need to be escorted to the capital. They can be dealt with within the city.

People who can't control their mouths like this can only talk nonsense when they arrive in the capital. Mu Nanxing doesn't want to listen to their nonsense all the way.

Lord Chen nodded in agreement.

In this case, the miscellaneous matters in Fuling City have been dealt with, and the disaster relief matters have also been completed. It is time for Mu Nanxing, Feng Hui and others to set off and return to the capital.