Chapter 85
"Miss..." Hanxiang held back her tears and wiped them with her sleeve. "Madam Zhuang has come to see you and is waiting outside right now. Would you like to see her?"
The side room still had a lingering smell of incense, which Wen Shu found somewhat unpleasant. She frowned, gathered her loose clothes, and went out.
Seeing Wen Shu's increasingly thin figure, Han Xiang felt uneasy.
First, the Qi family plotted against their young lady for no reason, then their concubine died. How could anyone bear such a series of blows?
"Ayan..." Wen Shu hugged Zhuang Yan tightly and began to sob softly.
Zhuang Yan came to see Wen Shu because she was afraid that Wen Shu would be too sad. When she saw how badly Wen Shu had been tormented these past few days, she immediately felt sorry for her.
"Everyone has to die eventually, Ah Shu, you have to take it easy. Everyone has to go through this."
Wen Shu nodded, her voice trembling with tears, "I know, I understand, I'm just so sad..."
Zhuang Yan patted her back and said softly, "Then I'll stay here with you."
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With a series of events occurring at this critical juncture, Wen Tao was exhausted. He barely ate a few bites of dinner before resting in Aunt Wan's courtyard.
The maid who was holding the lamp outside brought in a bowl of warm water, but before she could put it down properly, someone outside suddenly shouted, which startled her so much that she almost knocked over the copper basin.
"What are you yelling about? Do you think you can act so presumptuously in my master's house?!"
Wen Tao hadn't been to her courtyard for a long time. Aunt Wan had finally managed to keep him there, but before she could even rest, she heard someone wailing and howling outside. She quickly put on her coat and came out.
The person who came was covered in dirt and grime, clearly someone who worked in the outer courtyard. His clothes were covered in mud from the rain a few days ago, and he looked utterly disheveled.
"Oh no...oh no! Young Master Wen...he's fallen! He's fallen off the cliff!"
Wen Tao braved the wind and asked incredulously, "What did you say?"
The man knelt on the ground, speaking incoherently with unfocused eyes, as if he had encountered a ghost. "Master, Master! It was Concubine Zhou who couldn't bear to part with the young master and took him away!"
"You bastard! What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Wen Tao flew into a rage, kicked the man in the chest, causing him to stagger and collapse to the ground, his eyes glazed over.
Wenji did not return.
The men that the First Madam had assigned all crawled back, covered in dust and dirt, and knelt one after another in the hall, each with a look of fear on their faces.
The First Madam sat blankly on the log armrest, her fingers gripping the handrail tightly.
She arranged for the people sent to carry the coffin, and now that Wenji has had an accident, will the master hold her responsible?
The more I think about it, the more terrified I become.
Zhou Yun died of illness; she was just a concubine, so her death was nothing to worry about.
But Wenji is different. Although he was born out of wedlock, he is still a member of the Wen family. The Wen family already had few children. If Wenji also died, the Wen family would only have Quan'er as their sole heir.
For a moment, she didn't know whether she should laugh or not.
"What on earth happened?!"
Wen Tao roared, startling everyone present.
The First Madam gripped her handkerchief, shifting her gaze from Wen Tao's angry, purplish-red face, and pointed at a person on the ground, saying, "Repeat to the Master what happened on the mountain today."
"Yes, yes!" The man kneeling on the ground trembled like a leaf, swallowing hard. "We carried Aunt Zhou's coffin into the ancestral grave, but after we came out, the young master seemed possessed, walking towards the edge of the cliff on his own..."
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