Chapter 1151 I will make him pay the price!
When I looked up, I saw the familiar gate of the house.
At this time, someone said, "Is the person coming the Imperial Concubine?"
If these words were spoken to the "Imperial Concubine", it could be considered rude. Ran Xiaoyu immediately frowned, and the several Jinyiwei around her also showed anger.
However, Nan Yan raised her hand and stopped them.
Then he took a step forward and walked in front of the thin old man wearing a washed-out blue cloth gown. The man was about sixty years old, with gray hair and a wrinkled face with a frown, revealing an unhappy and even hostile expression.
Nan Yan said calmly: "Yes, I am the Imperial Concubine."
“…”
"Old man, do you have anything to say to me?"
When he heard that she was really the Imperial Concubine, the old man's face showed a hint of anger, and he said, "Then, what are you doing here, Imperial Concubine?"
"Of course they are here to pay their respects to the Jian family."
"Condolences?"
A look of disdain flashed across the old man's eyes, and he said coldly, "The Jian family has suffered such a tragedy, and we, the common people, are deeply saddened. Why didn't the court give us an explanation, but only allowed the imperial concubine to come and offer condolences? Do you think that just such a condolence can let the deceased rest in peace?"
He said this with clear anger.
The people around him were affected by his words and showed indignant expressions. They whispered, "That's right, we want an explanation."
"Just because the imperial concubine came to offer condolences, does that mean this matter can be put to rest?"
"No one from the Jian family can die in such an unclear way!"
When Ran Xiaoyu heard this provocative remark, she immediately got angry: "You——"
Nan Yan reached out to stop her again, turned to look at the old man, and said calmly: "Old man, and everyone else, I can understand that you feel unfair for the Jian family, but -"
Her voice suddenly rose, and she said, "The dead are the greatest!"
The noise of the crowd was suddenly drowned out by these four words, and everyone fell silent.
Nan Yan continued, "Since you are all scholars, you should be able to understand. If you have anything to say, it won't be too late after I pay my respects to the deceased."
Everyone was speechless after hearing her two sentences.
The old man was a little angry, but he could only step aside.
Nan Yan then took Ran Xiaoyu and the others in.
This house was bought in Peking by the Jian family when they followed the emperor to move the capital. Probably because of Mr. Jian's temperament, he even chose a gatehouse that was exactly the same as the old house. When you walk in, you can also see some bamboos planted here.
However, that warm and elegant atmosphere is no longer there.
When she saw this house, Nan Yan understood something in her heart, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
Walk straight to the mourning hall in front.
The place was all white, like a cold snow cave, with white banners fluttering on both sides, as if countless figures were swaying. But when Nan Yan looked carefully, she could only see those cold names on the memorial tablets.
Jian Tongguang.
Jian Ruojun.
There is also the young lady Jiahe, and the little pig who hasn't even had time to be given a name.
After seeing this, Nan Yan could no longer hold back her tears.
"Empress!"
Ran Xiaoyu was afraid that she was too sad and it would affect her health, so she hurried to support her. Nan Yan suppressed her grief and, with her help, burned incense for the Jian family.
There is a distinction between high and low, and she cannot kneel down.
She could only stand in the center of the mourning hall, looking at the cold coffins behind the fluttering white banners. Inside were members of the Jane family, the people who had given her warmth and strength when she was in the most difficult and painful times.
They are all good people.
But this is what happened.
Oh my god, this is so unfair!
She clenched her fists, gritted her teeth, and said word by word, "I will not let your death be in vain. I will make the person who killed you pay the price! I will!"
Ran Xiaoyu said softly: "My lady, don't be too sad."
Nan Yan reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, then turned her head to look to the other side.
The Jian family has been wiped out, and those who are keeping vigil here now are Jian Tongguang's students. During the time when Nan Yan was temporarily staying at the Jian family, she had met these people and they were all very familiar to her.
Several students knelt in front of the brazier, crying.
One of them raised his head, looked at Nan Yan, and said, "My Lady, please give the teacher justice. They, they have suffered so much!"
Nan Yan nodded and said softly, "You, accept my condolences."
"yes."
Nan Yan looked back at the spirit tablets and said, "By the way, have you seen the Second Young Master come back during the few days you've been here?"
The student shook his head and said, "No."
“…”
"He has never been back since he left."
Of course Nan Yan knew that the "leaving" he mentioned was referring to Jian Ruocheng's departure and following Prince Ning to Changqing City.
At that time, he probably never thought that this farewell would be forever.
Nan Yan's eyes turned redder. She looked at the back of the lobby and asked, "Is anyone inside?"
"No, no one has gone there since this happened."
“…”
"We haven't been in there either."
"Well, can I go in and take a look?"
"Your Highness, please do as you please."
Nan Yan asked a few Jinyiwei to stay here, and she took Ran Xiaoyu through the lobby and walked to the back.
This house is exactly the same as the old house in Jinling. Even some of the porches are the same as before, and look very elegant.
But now, it is shrouded in a heavy air of death.
Moreover, since no one lived there, there were naturally no lights. In addition, the sky gradually darkened, and after walking for a while, they could hardly see the road ahead.
Ran Xiaoyu supported her and said softly, "My Lady, do you want to go in?"
“…”
"Nothing will happen here."
“…”
"Let's go back."
Nan Yan didn't say anything, just stood on the corridor and looked ahead. Suddenly, she saw a flash of light in the darkness, as if in a room.
But immediately, it became dark.
Nan Yan asked, "What is that?"
As she spoke, she hurried forward. Ran Xiaoyu was afraid that she would fall, so she hurried over to support her, and the two of them walked to a courtyard.
The courtyard was large and spacious, but also simple, with doors and windows closed and a dark atmosphere.
Ran Xiaoyu asked, "My Lady, what did you see?"
Nan Yan didn't say anything, just walked forward and pushed open the two doors.
With a creaking sound, a cool smell came out of the room. They saw at a glance that there was a bookcase against the wall, with many ancient books neatly stacked on it. They knew at a glance that it was Jian Tongguang's room.
But there was no one there.
Nan Yan murmured, "How could it be...?"
Ran Xiaoyu said softly: "My lady, you may have seen it wrong."
“…”
"There's no one here anymore."
Nan Yan's nose felt sore and tears were about to well up again.
Just as her eyes were blurred with tears, she suddenly noticed that a faint, almost invisible smoke was coming out of the wick of the motionless candlestick on the table.
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