Chapter 140
Fifteen years ago in Beijing, it was also nearing the end of the year.
That year, the war with the northern desert finally took a turn for the better. Marquis Ningyuan led his army to fight a decisive battle against the desert people at the Jinzhou border. The battle was fierce and chaotic.
The desert people suffered heavy losses. Taking advantage of the strong winter winds and thick snow, they broke camp and rolled back to the heart of the desert. After fifteen years of recuperation, they have only recently begun to stir up trouble on the border.
The imperial court won a great victory, and the late emperor was overjoyed. He held a grand banquet at the Qionglin Villa for his officials.
Unexpectedly, even faster than the news of the triumphant return to the capital came the news of the deaths of Marquis Ningyuan and his eldest son!
His Majesty received the secret letter and was deeply grieved. He canceled the banquet and ordered the entire country to observe three days of mourning.
That year, neither my father nor my brother were able to come back.
Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. All he has done is to avenge his father and brother.
Pei Lingjun restrained the dazed woman, walked around the broken porcelain shards on the floor, and placed her on the brocade couch. He said, word by word, "Mother, rest assured, I will definitely kill my enemies and avenge Father and Brother. Please wait a little longer, Mother."
The woman stared blankly out the empty window, seemingly oblivious to what Pei Lingjun had said.
The old steward knocked anxiously on the window, fearing that his young master might be harmed by the deranged First Madam if he stayed in the room too long. "Young master, the imperial physician has arrived!"
"Come in."
The young man stood up and called for people to come in. The woman's mood had improved considerably, and she gradually fell into a deep sleep under the acupuncture treatment of the imperial physician.
Pei Lingjun withdrew his gaze from outside the window. "Have someone clean up the room." He frowned slightly, recalling the broken porcelain shards scattered on the floor. "Didn't I say that porcelain vases are not allowed in Mother's room?"
The old steward nodded in agreement, "When the First Madam is lucid, she enjoys arranging flowers, and the flowers in the room are changed every day. This old servant has no choice but to comply with the First Madam's wishes..."
"Very well." Pei Lingjun withdrew his gaze. "If this happens again, take the porcelain bottle out immediately, and never leave the room unattended."
"yes."
As Pei Lingjun went out, he saw Pei Yuyan stepping over the threshold of the courtyard. "How is Mother?"
"She's already asleep."
When the servants mentioned her mother's illness, she rushed over, forgetting to check the accounts. Her eyes reddened upon hearing this, "Mother's illness has been occurring more and more frequently lately. Didn't the imperial physician say..."
"No, it won't happen." The young man lowered his eyelashes, even though he knew his mother's illness was incurable, he still comforted Pei Yuyan, "Even if Mother doesn't make it, I will definitely avenge the Marquis's family before she closes her eyes!"
The young man strode away.
Pei Yuyan's eyes were blurred with tears as she said to Zhu Zijin beside her, "Jin'er, I'm going to see your maternal grandmother. You go and keep your uncle company."
As the year draws to a close, the entire Dasheng region is filled with a fresh atmosphere, and even Jinzhou, far away on the border, is brimming with joy.
Jinzhou is adjacent to the desert, and fifteen years ago, a horrific war broke out, burying tens of thousands of soldiers in the yellow sands of the battlefield. As a result, countless people come here to burn incense and pay their respects during festivals.
The emperor, far away in Jijing, issued an edict, and within three days, the entire Dasheng knew of His Majesty's decision regarding the Cai family.
Those from the Wen family implicated in the Cai family case, except for Wen Tao, the prefect of Anyang, who was convicted and sentenced to death, were all exiled to the north.
Jinzhou is one of them.
When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.
The Wen family members had lost their former honor and were now like stray dogs, destitute and in disarray.
Wenxi had tears in her eyes, her feet aching from being rubbed raw, but she couldn't stop, for the whips of the escorting officials would soon fall on her back.
In the depths of winter, the cracked wounds stung from the cold wind, gradually becoming numb.
"Wen Shu is lucky; she doesn't have to suffer like this!"
Wen Quan coldly raised his eyes, pulling his thin clothes tighter around himself. "The Zhou mother and her two daughters are all dead... Why bring this up?"
Wenxi sneered, "It's one thing for one person to die, but for three people to die one after the other? What a coincidence!" The woman looked tired and numb. The wind and rain of the past few days had made her skin no longer delicate. She squinted and said, "The more I think about it these days, the more something seems off."
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