Chapter 37 I'm Back
Yan Cheng's eyes were filled with fear. The cold, lifeless touch of that hand instantly reminded him of a corpse.
He had controlled the undead for years and was all too familiar with that temperature.
"Young Master Yan, you guessed it, didn't you?"
Ru Hui's face drew closer to Yan Cheng's, and the closer she got, the more Yan Cheng trembled.
This woman was not breathing, and her heart was not beating.
She...she was a living corpse!
Yan Cheng couldn't make a sound; he could only instinctively widen his eyes.
Ru Hui looked at his terrified expression, but her expression remained unwavering.
She said softly, "The person who should have suffered and died was Fang Yu, but I can't kill her with my own hands, so I have to let your father do it."
Yan Cheng's pupils constricted.
"As Fang Yu's son, you are the culprit who turned me into this state. It's not unfair to make you suffer in place of your mother."
Yan Cheng finally guessed who the living corpse in front of him was, but he couldn't understand how the woman named Chen Hui had become like this.
Did someone help her?
Who is it? Who wants to harm the Yan family?
Ru Hui raised her right hand, revealing a gleaming pig-slaughtering knife.
She said, "All the pain in my life was caused by your mother and father. They taught me a lesson: some people don't deserve to live in this world. When it's time to be ruthless, never hesitate."
Without hesitation, the knife slashed towards Yan Cheng's lower body.
When the knife struck, Yan Cheng was in so much pain that the veins on his neck and face bulged.
Ru Hui said calmly, "This strike is to avenge the maids in this mansion who died because of you."
Not long after she entered the manor, a maid in Yan Liru's courtyard subtly warned her to stay away from Yan Cheng. The maids serving Yan Cheng were replaced every few months, supposedly because they were dismissed for being unruly.
Ru Hui inquired and found out that the maids who were supposed to be dismissed had not been sold at all; they had all disappeared.
Perhaps those poor girls, like her, died silently in the mouths of the living dead.
She was just lucky; she crawled out of her grave after she died.
She stabbed again and again, unaware of how many people Yan Cheng had killed over the years. She figured the number of stabs she had inflicted was probably not enough to repay his debt of lives.
When Hui loosened her grip on him, Yan Cheng was speechless. His chest rose and fell slightly, and the bed was covered in blood. He was finally going to die.
Under Ru Hui's watchful gaze, Yan Cheng finally breathed his last.
She plunged the knife into his heart, then released him.
At this moment, Ru Hui's face, hands, and clothes were covered in Yan Cheng's blood. Instead of cleaning herself, she turned and walked out of the room.
The night is beautiful tonight, with countless stars dotting the sky and a bright moon quietly shining on the earth.
As Ru Hui walked towards the Yan family's garden amidst the chirping of insects.
There is a pond in the garden, which is said to be because Madam Yan likes lotus flowers, but the lotus flowers have not yet bloomed, and Madam Yan will not be able to see the lotus flowers this year.
Ru Hui stood by the pond, took out a piece of paper from her bosom, on which a few lines of words were written in a crooked manner.
She placed the blood-stained paper by the pond, weighed it down with a pebble, and then sat by the pond, letting the wind blow through the night.
The scenery here is beautiful. After entering the Yan residence, she had no interest in anything else. Now that everything has settled down, she can finally relax.
It's so good to be alive, to be able to enjoy such scenery all the time.
She thought that even though she was already dead, she should still try to live on.
Someone is waiting for her.
As dawn approached, Ru Hui walked into the pond. The water was up to her waist. She closed her eyes and sank into the water.
Yan Liru did not sleep well last night. He dreamed of Ahui again. The image of Ahui before her death and Ru Hui's desperate, tearful face kept intertwining in his mind.
When the maid called him to get up from outside the door, Yan Liru opened his eyes almost immediately.
He put on his official robes and went out. Seeing that Ru Hui was not among the two maids guarding the door, he asked, "Where is Ru Hui?"
The two maids exchanged a glance: "Ru Hui is probably still resting in her room."
After what happened yesterday, if they were like Ru Hui, they probably wouldn't have the face to show their faces.
Yan Liru frowned and ordered, "Call her here. I have something to say to her."
"yes."
A maid was about to go and call for help when the steward came running in, his face full of terror: "Master, something has happened to the young master."
Yan Liru turned to the butler: "What happened?"
The butler swallowed hard: "Young master... he was killed by villains last night."
The butler's hands and feet trembled uncontrollably at the thought of the blood-soaked bed he had just witnessed. He didn't even dare to glance at the person on the bed, but with so much blood, the person must be dead.
Yan Liru froze, and after a long while, he quickly walked out of the courtyard.
Soon, he arrived at Yan Cheng's courtyard.
Several servants stood guard outside the courtyard. Upon seeing Yan Liru arrive, they immediately made way.
Yan Liru entered Yan Cheng's bedroom, approached the bed, and saw his son lying on it, now a corpse.
He didn't particularly like this son. Yan Cheng's personality was more like Fang Yu's, and he was spoiled into a playboy by the Marquis of Zhenbei and Fang Yu.
However, his existence was originally for the purpose of continuing the bloodline of the Marquis of Zhenbei, and Yan Liru hardly interfered with his growth.
But in any case, Yan Cheng was his only son.
Yan Liru personally stepped forward to examine Yan Cheng's injuries. He had worked in the Ministry of Justice for many years and had considerable experience even without formal training in autopsy.
He glanced at Yan Cheng's gruesome body before looking away and said in a deep voice to the steward, "Bring... Ru Hui here."
The butler was startled, but still obediently went out to look for someone.
He hadn't been gone long when he hurriedly returned: "Master..."
Yan Liru's face was grim. Seeing the butler return alone, he asked coldly, "Where is he?"
The steward forced a smile and said, "Just now, a servant found Ru Hui's body in the pond."
Yan Liru seemed not to have heard him clearly: "What?"
"...Ru Hui, she may have committed suicide out of fear of punishment." The butler sighed inwardly. He had no bad impression of Ru Hui, but he never expected that this girl Ru Hui would be such a ruthless person.
Not only did he kill the young master, but he also took his own life, leaving no room for mercy whatsoever.
As he spoke, the butler handed him the will given to him by a servant.
The suicide note was stained with large amounts of blood. Yan Liru took it and opened it. The words on it were crooked, childish, and unfamiliar. It was something he had taught her in his spare time.
It reads that she had been insulted and was too ashamed to live in the world. She knew she had wronged the master and begged him to bury her next to her father.
Yan Liru swayed, the thin sheet of paper in his hand fell to the ground, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Master!" The butler rushed forward and caught Yan Liru, who had suddenly fainted.
Yan Cheng's death was not reported to the authorities by the Yan family, so the people in the Ministry of Justice were unaware that such a major event had occurred in the Yan family overnight; they only knew that the Left Vice Minister had taken sick leave.
It wasn't until the afternoon, when the butler, under the doctor's guidance, forced Yan Liru to drink two bowls of medicine, that he finally showed signs of waking up.
Yan Liru opened his eyes, his voice hoarse, and turned to ask the doctor who was taking his pulse, "What's wrong with me?"
The doctor said, "Sir, you suffered a sudden attack of anger and anxiety. You must take good care of yourself in the future."
He actually noticed something unusual when he took the pulse. This man seemed to have more than just a sudden surge of anger. Normally, Lord Yan's symptoms at this time should not indicate poor blood circulation, but he was the one who felt this pulse.
Moreover, when he was giving Lord Yan a massage just now, he saw black spots on the man's back, and those black spots were the same as the ones he had seen on corpses before.
This situation was truly bizarre, and he dared not speak carelessly. After thinking it over and over, he added, "My medical skills are limited. If it is convenient for you, sir, it would be best to invite the imperial physician to take a look."
"I understand."
Yan Cheng's funeral was held in a very low-key manner by the Yan family.
It wasn't until the day of his funeral that people gradually received the news, but no one found out how Yan Cheng had died.
I only heard some rumors that Yan Cheng's death was related to the women he had abused during his lifetime.
Those who were close to Yan Cheng on a regular basis all knew what kind of person he was, so they weren't surprised by this.
Yan Liru was, after all, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice. Since he did not report to the authorities, no one else could forcibly go to Yan's residence to investigate. After discussing it for a while, everyone let it go.
Everyone just felt that Lord Yan was really unlucky, losing his wife and son one after another, and in the blink of an eye, he was the only one left in his family.
After Yan Cheng was buried, Yan Liru had just returned to the mansion when the steward stepped forward and asked, forcing himself to ask, "Master, what should we do with Ru Hui's body?"
Logically, since Ru Hui killed the young master, the master should have torn her to pieces. But not only did he not do that, he personally tidied her appearance and bought a coffin to bury her.
The steward couldn't quite figure out Yan Liru's meaning, so he had to come and ask him in person.
Yan Liru remained silent for a long time before saying, "Since she wants to be buried next to her father, then let's send someone to bury her there."
"Yes." After receiving the order, the steward immediately summoned the servants and had them carry the coffin out of the mansion.
Anyway, he was the one who arranged for Ru Hui's father to be buried, so he happened to know where the person was buried.
The servants of the Yan family worked very quickly. After finding the grave of Ru Hui's father, they dug a deep pit next to it, put the coffin in the pit, and covered it with soil.
Since Hui's entire family has died, and she is no longer here, there will be no one to pay their respects in the future, so there is no need to erect a monument.
As the butler and his men left, they glanced back and saw two bare graves standing there. No one would ever know what the deceased had experienced in their lives.
A few days later, the protagonist of the city's news changed. It was said that the eldest daughter of General Lin of Lin City had stolen her sister's fiancé, and the two had fought at the princess's flower-viewing banquet, which was quite an ugly scene.
After hearing such a commotion, the people immediately lost interest in investigating the truth behind Yan Qingtian's wife and children's deaths.
After everything had calmed down, on a night when the moon was obscured by dark clouds, a series of thumping sounds came from beneath the soil in a cemetery in the suburbs.
Fortunately, there were no pedestrians around, only the owls perched in the trees were startled and flew away flapping their wings.
After a few loud noises, another loud bang occurred, the soil pressing down on the grave was overturned, and the coffin lid flew off.
A moment later, a hand touched the edge of the coffin, and Chen Hui sat up from inside.
She looked around; all was silent. After stepping out of the coffin, she closed the lid, then piled the soil back up, and soon a grave mound was complete.
By the time she finished cleaning up the traces around the grave, it was almost four in the morning.
She emerged from the forest, discerned her direction, and headed briskly towards the capital.
When Chen Hui arrived outside the city gate, many villagers from the surrounding villages were already waiting outside with their loads on their shoulders.
At this time of year, many farmers bring their fresh fruits and vegetables to the city to sell, which is a decent source of income.
She blended into the crowd alone, yet she didn't stand out.
At dawn, the sound of drums echoed throughout the city, the curfew ended, and the city gates were opened wide.
While Achan was still asleep, she suddenly heard a regular and persistent knocking sound. She groggily opened her eyes and glanced out the window; it was still dark.
She yawned widely, her long hair loose, and wearing an overcoat, reluctantly went downstairs.
The knocking downstairs had been going on for a while.
"Who is it?" Her voice was tired and tinged with a hint of complaint.
"It's me."
The sounds outside the door jolted Achan awake. She quickly removed the latch and opened the door.
As the first rays of dawn appeared, Hui Niang's smiling face came into A Chan's view.
"Achan, I'm back."
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