Chapter 7: One Life for Another
Xun Shan's heart skipped a beat when he recognized that what the other person was holding was the hanging puppet that his grandson had been obsessed with recently.
Most puppets are carved from wood, but this one is made of porcelain and is extremely exquisitely crafted.
When he first saw it in his grandson's hands, he questioned its origin.
The grandson said that it was sent by a patient, but he couldn’t remember which family it was.
He was in the upper class and received many tips, so he believed what his grandson said.
Only now did I realize that it was actually something from the Jiang family!
He forced himself to remain calm: "My grandson picked up this puppet on the street. I didn't know where it came from before. I didn't expect it to be Miss Jiang's plaything..."
The other party said calmly: "It seems that your grandson and Miss Jiang have a deep connection. Why not let him go down and be her playmate?"
As the voice fell, a dark shadow fell from the sky and threw something into the newly dug grave.
Xun Shan took a glance and was almost heartbroken.
The object in the pit was actually his grandson!
“Mmmmm!”
The grandson was very excited to see him, but his hands and feet were tied, and his mouth was bound, so he could only struggle and make a few sounds.
Without thinking, he rushed forward, but was kicked by the black shadow and fell three meters away.
There was a slight "click" sound and the tibia broke.
He ignored the pain and looked at the man wearing the veil with uncontrollable anger: "You can't do this! The Jiang family's affairs have nothing to do with him!"
"They say a son pays his father's debts. Since you don't have a son, it makes sense to let your grandson pay it, right?"
The other party said calmly.
His voice remained emotionless.
The masked man in black standing by the pit began to kick mud into the pit.
"Stop!" Xun Shan's eyes were bloodshot. "I'll tell you, isn't that enough?"
The man in black stopped.
"Mrs. Jiang asked me to see her when she had miscarriage."
Xun Shan said with great pain.
"I prescribed her a prescription to preserve her pregnancy, but she still miscarried. She died of a sudden high fever after giving birth. You can't blame me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the masked man in black take out a short-handled iron shovel, bend down and shovel soil into the pit, and bury the child in the blink of an eye.
"stop!"
He screamed in panic.
"You have a quarter of an hour to confess your evil deeds," the other party said coldly, "In a quarter of an hour, he will suffocate to death."
Xun Shan clenched his fists.
And then loosened in vain.
"The night I returned from my first visit to the Jiang family, someone left a note by my bed in the middle of the night, saying they could help me resolve my son's misfortune, as long as Mrs. Jiang had a miscarriage and died."
"My son had just killed someone with his medical treatment, and the news hadn't spread yet. I was worried about it."
"The promise on the note may not be true, but if the other party can put the note by my bed without anyone noticing, they can also take the lives of my grandfather and grandson without anyone noticing."
"I, I had no choice but to add a medicine to the medicine I prescribed for Mrs. Jiang..."
He looked ashamed.
"I'm sorry, Madam Jiang, but my grandson has done nothing wrong. Please let him go."
"So, you know nothing about the person behind the scenes?"
The other party asked.
He nodded vigorously: "Apart from that note, I know nothing. Madam Jiang died, and my son was sentenced to exile as usual, but he didn't survive..."
"Where's the note?"
"In the medicine cupboard, under the 'ice flakes' drawer, in the one with the blank label."
The masked man in black immediately leaped up, flew onto the branch, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xun Shan looked at the silent grave pit and became extremely anxious. He crawled two steps towards the pit, and when he saw that the man wearing the veil didn't say anything, he quickly crawled over with his broken leg.
He dug up the pile of earth with trembling hands.
After cutting open the body, he saw that the child was still able to blink and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then anger returned to his heart, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Tell me honestly, where did that puppet come from?"
The child's face was filled with fear.
He immediately understood that this evil creature had stolen it when he went to Jiang's house for medical treatment!
"What an injustice," he sighed, "Grandpa is going to be killed by you."
When Mrs. Jiang just died, he was very nervous, fearing that the Jiang family would notice something and come after him, but Mrs. Jiang died in an accident afterwards, and the Jiang family servants were also burned to death in a fire.
No one investigated the cause of Mrs. Jiang's death anymore.
He was completely relieved.
Who would have thought that his true identity would be exposed because of a stolen hanging puppet.
Is this what it means that the net of heaven is vast and nothing can escape it?
He looked at the man wearing a veil not far away, and was puzzled. The Jiang family had all died, so why did someone come out to seek revenge...
Wuhua returned immediately and handed a sealed bamboo tube to Feng Qingsui.
After Feng Qingsui opened it, he smelled a hint of lingering scent of ink.
There is a hint of light floral scent in the scent of ink.
The content on the note was the same as what Xun Shan said, written in the regular script commonly used in the imperial examination hall, without any personal style.
After reading it, she put it back into the bamboo tube and asked Xun Shan, "Apart from this note, is there nothing else?"
Xun Shan smiled bitterly: "If I really knew something, I wouldn't be alive today."
He was just a chess piece to be used and discarded.
Feng Qingsui made a gesture to Wuhua.
Wuhua stepped forward, grabbed the child's shoulders and lifted him up.
Xun Shan was panicked: "He just took a puppet, why don't you let him go?"
Feng Qingsui said calmly, "One life for another. You owe Madam Jiang her life. Pay it back with your grandson's life or your own. It's up to you."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Wuhua followed with the child in her arms.
Xun Shan felt cold all over.
He stared blankly at the direction where the figure disappeared until he heard the sound of birds chirping and the pain in his legs startled him, and then he came to his senses.
Dragging a broken leg, he climbed back into the carriage and drove the horse back to the city.
After returning to Ping'an Hall, he wrote a suicide note and placed it next to his pillow.
Then he took a drug that would cause fatal blood clotting and lay down with his clothes on.
When he was dying, he heard his grandson crying and calling for his grandpa from outside, and then he breathed his last.
A pair of eyelids are completely closed.
In the Ji Mansion, Qi suddenly opened her eyes wide.
"You went out of town?!"
Feng Qingsui put down the wintersweet in his arms and said with a smile:
"Well, the weather is nice today, and I wanted to watch the sunset, so I went for a walk in the western suburbs and picked some wintersweet."
Qi looked at the golden wintersweet branches and said with a smirk, "Your personality is exactly like Changfeng's. You can't stay in the mansion for more than two or three days and always want to run off into the wild."
Ji Changqing, who had just stepped over the threshold when he heard this, said: "..."
He looked at Feng Qingsui meaningfully.
This woman is really flawless.
With such a legitimate reason for appearing in the western suburbs, he couldn't even file a complaint.
Feng Qingsui gave half of the flower branch to Qi Shi, and she took the remaining half back into her arms and smiled at Ji Changqing:
"I heard that Second Master doesn't like flowers with fragrance, so I won't distinguish between Second Master and you."
Ji Changqing really doesn't like the scent of flowers.
Not just the scent of flowers, but other scents as well, being contaminated by fragrance will hinder him from playing a dual role.
But now, seeing the person in front of him guarding his food, he couldn't help but say, "I really didn't like it before, but the fragrance of this wintersweet is particularly refreshing and cool. It's okay to put a pot of it in the study."
Feng Qingsui: “…”
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