Chapter 349 You Can Become a Tiger Wolf

Murong Wan couldn't remember how she returned to the He Mansion.

She kept seeing the scene of Murong Ming being stabbed with a dagger in her mind.

She felt that Murong Ming's blood was still on her hands, and no matter how she wiped or washed it, it couldn't be removed.

When the night was quiet, Murong Wan finally became a little more sober.

She was lying on the bed, covered with a soft silk quilt, and a charcoal fire was burning in the room.

It seemed as if everything was no different from last night or the night before.

But she knew that everything was different.

"Chun Yue." Murong Wan called out.

"Princess, I'm here." Chunyue, who was guarding outside, walked in. She was not asleep either, with unconcealable fear and panic in her eyes.

When Murong Wan came back, Chunyue saw Murong Ming on the horse behind her.

She actually saw the prince die.

The prince who went out triumphantly in the morning turned into a cold corpse in the evening.

Not only Chunyue, many other servants also saw it.

It was the Hu people who sent them back.

When those rough-handed and clumsy Hu people were putting Murong Ming's body down, they were not careful and Murong Ming's body fell from the horse's back into the snow.

The whole He Mansion was in a panic.

Only He Tingfang managed to remain calm.

He Tingfang ordered his servants to deal with Murong Ming's funeral, and ordered no one to tell He Yan about this, only saying that Murong Ming was sent out of the capital and sent to Murong Xun.

Anyone who dared to say a word in front of He Yan would be killed immediately. Therefore, everyone kept their mouths shut.

No one in the He Mansion slept that night.

"What does the princess want to call me for?" Chunyue asked.

Murong Wan sat up: "Change clothes, I want to go see my grandfather."

Chunyue glanced at the night outside in surprise.

Looking for someone at this hour?

She had questions in her mind, but didn't dare to ask.

Because the princess told them, the servants, to ask less questions and do more.

Chunyue helped Murong Wan dress, and walked towards He Tingfang's yard with Murong Wan, holding a lantern.

Murong Wan went straight to He Tingfang's study.

She knew that her grandfather must be there.

As soon as she entered the yard, she saw that the window of the study was still lit, reflecting a figure.

"I want to see my grandfather." Murong Wan said to the servant on duty outside.

Unexpectedly, the servant did not go to the study to ask for instructions, but let Murong Wan in directly:

"Princess, the master has instructed that if the princess comes, she can go in directly."

Murong Wan bit her lip and walked into the study alone.

The study door creaked open and closed.

Inside the house, the grandfather and grandson sat opposite each other.

Murong Wan saw her grandfather sitting in front of a chess board.

At this time, after seeing Murong Ming's body, my grandfather actually still had the leisure to play chess.

Murong Wan couldn't believe it.

He Tingfang holds the black chess piece in one hand and the white chess piece in the other:

"If you have anything to ask me at this time, just ask directly."

Murong Wan looked at the black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, clutching her sleeves and asking:

"Did Grandfather predict that my brother would die today?"

He Tingfang placed a move: "I never expected it would be today."

His voice was hoarse and he seemed even older than before.

Murong Wan: "Grandfather knew that the Hu people would kill my brother?"

He Tingfang glanced at Murong Wan:

"From the very beginning, Ming'er shouldn't have stayed in the capital. He had the opportunity to escape with your father, but he chose to stay with you.

You and Yan'er might survive if you stay, but he will definitely die."

"Hasn't that ever occurred to you?"

The Hu people would not let the male descendants of the Murong family live, especially since this male descendant had a close relationship with He Tingfang.

Who knows if He Tingfang will change his mind again and want to plot for his grandson's kingdom in the future?

Murong Wan's face was as white as paper.

She didn't know how to answer.

If she really wanted to think about her brother, she could have thought about it; but she didn't think about her brother's situation.

He Tingfang continued to ask Murong Wan:

"What did General Helian say to you today?"

Murong Wan shuddered at the thought of Helian Shuchi's appearance, as if a dagger was about to pierce her neck at any time.

She briefly recounted what had happened in the palace today.

"Grandfather, I'm scared."

Murong Wan's hands were pressed on the table, her fingertips turning white.

He Tingfang continued to place the chess pieces in his hand:

"I know that most people would be afraid when faced with someone like Helian Shuchi."

Murong Wan: "What should I do?"

"Only you know best how to do it."

He Tingfang's tone rose slightly:

"They want to use fear to restrain you, because that's how they treat the conquered people on the steppes. They are as ferocious as tigers and wolves. If you are bound by them, from now on you will be their slave, their beast of burden."

Murong Wan's eyes turned red and the tinnitus in her ears almost pierced her eardrums.

Pop.

He Tingfang placed another move and looked up at Murong Wan's face:

"But if you can overcome this hurdle and escape the fear they force upon you—"

"In the future, you can also become a tiger or wolf."

The candlelight flickered, and the shadows of the chess pieces on the board, regardless of whether they were black or white, were also shaking.

Murong Wan's shadow also swayed along with the candlelight.

She was shocked by what her grandfather said, and a huge wave of emotion rose in her heart.

"The nights are long in winter, and an old man like me can't sleep. Wan'er is old enough now, so please play a game of chess with me."

He Tingfang pushed a box of chess pieces to Murong Wan's hand.

Murong Wan hesitated for a while, then picked up the chess piece with her hands:

"Okay, Wan'er, try it."

…

"Helian Shuchi killed Murong Ming?"

"Hahahaha... this woman does things so unexpectedly..."

"He was clearly using He Tingfang, and his son was close to Murong Wan, but he killed Murong Ming in the blink of an eye, hahahaha..."

There were a few candles lit on the walls of the dark room, enough to illuminate the room clearly.

There is a carved bed, brocade curtains, rosewood tables and chairs, an incense table... and even a piano.

This is not a dark room to detain people, but a place for people to hide.

On the bed, a young man laughed as if he had heard a joke.

The man who was laughing was Murong Qi.

Before the Hu people invaded and when the capital was in chaos, Murong Qi was the first to escape with great fanfare.

Everyone in the capital knew about this.

Because when Murong Qi was escaping, the team was very long, and the carriages behind were filled with beautiful dancers and singers, who were still singing on the way out of the city.

It’s hard not to know.

But the people in the capital didn't know that Murong Qi had just left Chang'an, then disguised himself and secretly returned to the capital, hiding in a dark room in a private house.

Everyone in the capital knew that he was lustful and that he couldn't live without those beautiful women.

But in his dark room, there was no woman, not even a trace of cosmetics.

He still looked very wild when he laughed, but when he stopped smiling, he looked a little cold.

He doesn't look much like Empress Du, nor does he look much like Murong Yu.

The personalities are different.

"What was my wonderful cousin's reaction?"

"He seemed frightened, but he still managed to ride back to He Mansion." A man standing in front of Murong Qi reported in detail.

Murong Qi nodded:

"Well, there's something about her. She does look a bit like that old fox He Tingfang."

The man in front of the bed continued:

"The Jiezhou salt fields have been seized by a group of unfamiliar soldiers, but the salt in the salt depot has already been moved. Your Highness, what should we do next?"

"Another army?"

Murong Qi's tongue circled around his upper jaw, revealing a playful smile.

"Keep waiting. I want to see what my good third brother, who has been keeping a low profile, can accomplish now."