Wang Pangzi was unable to describe his feelings at this moment. His mind was blank. He didn't know whether he was standing on his own or with Tan Laoqi supporting him.
One sentence kept running through my mind: They've perished, they're all dead.
He didn't even realize when his tears started flowing; his body had already reacted before he even started.
He opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but felt something blocking his chest, and couldn't say anything.
At this moment, some people had already spotted Tan Laoqi and Wang Pangzi, and seeing that something was wrong, they gathered around.
"It's the young master who's back," Tan Laoqi explained to those around him, supporting Wang Pangzi.
The surrounding constables were initially surprised by Wang Pangzi's transformation, and then one by one they began to sympathize with him.
Overnight, all his relatives were gone.
My grandmother, parents, wife and children—all the people closest to me in my life are gone.
There is probably nothing more terrifying in this world.
Fatty Wang used to be a scoundrel, but he wasn't the kind of person who would bully others without reason; on the contrary, he was very loyal.
Although he enjoyed visiting brothels, he would never harass respectable women.
He didn't like reading or practicing martial arts, and he didn't achieve much, but he never looked down on anyone.
Sometimes, when they met, they would even treat the yamen officials to a meal.
Therefore, most of the yamen runners liked him quite a bit, and seeing him like this made them feel quite sad.
Someone went in to inform the manager that Fatty Wang had returned.
The Wang family's backyard is now staffed with second-in-commands; the head steward is busy with other matters.
Apart from Fatty Wang, everyone else in the Wang family is gone. If it weren't for Magistrate Xu of Tongzhou intervening, things might have been even more chaotic in the backyard.
Before long, the second steward of the Wang family came out with his men.
He didn't recognize Fatty Wang at first, but the jade pendant, the resemblance between his eyebrows and eyes to the young Lord Wang, and his grief-stricken expression finally confirmed his identity.
He wasn't just grieving like he had lost his parents; he was truly grieving, and it wasn't just that.
The second steward instructed a servant to bring Wang Pangzi a cup of hot tea, which he then personally fed to Wang Pangzi.
The tea dripped down the corner of his mouth.
The second steward said with concern, "Young master, you must cheer up. You're all alone in the family now. The ladies have all married far away, and it will take them several days to bring their husbands and cousins back."
Fatty Wang raised his head blankly and looked at the second steward: "Uncle Yun, where are my grandmother and parents? Where are Qing'er and her son? Where did they go to play? I've been back for half a day and haven't seen them at all."
Fatty Wang's voice was very soft, so soft that it could not be heard unless you were very close to him.
The second steward burst into tears. He knelt down and grabbed Fatty Wang's hand, saying, "Young Master, I know you can't accept this, and I can't accept it either. But, Young Master, you're the only one left in the manor now. You have to accept it, whether you like it or not. There are still many things to do. Young Master, please wake up!"
Wang Pangzi's tears flowed too, but his face remained expressionless. He raised his voice, "Where's my dad? He used to complain about how fat I was. Now that I've lost weight, I even know a few kung fu moves! Where's my grandma? I don't want her to see me fat, but I haven't seen her in so long, I miss her. And my mom, where is she? Didn't you write that she caught a cold? Is she resting in her room? No, I have to go see my mom!"
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