Chapter 152 Whether in life or death, I am hers.
Wen Kehao's eyes were filled with sorrow, and tears came before he could speak.
"Brother, if she comes looking for me later, tell her that I left peacefully and never thought of her, so that she can forget me..."
Never having been Su Leyan's lover for even a single day was his greatest regret in life. He didn't want to be Su Leyan's regret.
It's actually quite nice that it ended before it even began.
A girl with superb medical skills and always smiling will surely be cherished and loved by someone better.
Wen Zhiming secretly sent people to search for a miraculous medicine that could cure the deadly poison. In the past few days, he also secretly arranged for people to look for Su Leyan. However, now that Wen Kehao's lifespan is coming to an end, he has still found neither the person nor the medicine.
Seeing that Wen Kehao had begun to give his last words, Wen Zhiming felt as if his heart was being torn apart, but he could not say any other words of comfort.
Wen Zhiming sat on the edge of the bed and patted Wen Kehao's head, just like when they were children.
After a long pause, he replied with a heavy "okay".
Wen Kehao knew his own body better than anyone else.
He probably won't see tomorrow's sun.
He gently raised his hand and grasped Wen Zhiming's hand.
"Brother, do your best to avenge your brother, but if it endangers your life, then give up. Find your sister-in-law, leave the capital, and from now on, stay with her to the ends of the earth, never to part, for the rest of your life. That would be a very good thing."
"But if it succeeds, please tell my mother that I have not betrayed the Prince of Anshun's Mansion. So that she won't have to be ashamed of me..."
His eyes were filled with reluctance.
Humans are so complicated, especially when they know their time is up, it seems impossible to achieve a perfect ending.
If it would endanger his elder brother's life, then let him remain a traitor in his mother's heart forever. But if there was any hope of success, he wanted his mother to know that he had never been a bad child.
He was so conflicted and torn between the few remaining family ties he had.
He was even more conflicted and unsure of right and wrong when it came to love that was once within his grasp but is now out of reach.
He hoped that Su Leyan could continue to be happy after he left, but he was also afraid that Su Leyan would really forget him completely.
“If she feels sad or upset, then tell her that I can’t repay the nine thousand nine hundred taels I owe her. I’ve given myself to her as collateral. Whether I live or die, I belong to her…”
Wen Kehao's voice grew lower and lower, and as he finished speaking, a large amount of blood slid down from his lips, spreading from his chin to the gray blanket beneath him.
He hadn't vomited blood for several days, but this time it seemed as if he had used up all his last bit of life force. He slowly loosened his grip on Wen Zhiming's hand, forced a final smile at the corner of his mouth, and after lingeringly turning his eyes around, he closed them with infinite reluctance.
"Third brother!" Wen Zhiming's eyes were filled with tears: "I promise you everything, I promise you everything you said, please don't die, please hold on a little longer..."
Wen Kehao could no longer respond.
Wen Zhiming's heart, which had been dormant for the past few days, was once again ignited by fire, burning so intensely that it caused him great discomfort.
My third brother was only fourteen years old. His wonderful life had just begun, but it was ruined by that scoundrel of an emperor. How could he not feel regret and let it go?
Wen Zhiming wished he could sneak into the palace right now, stab the emperor to death with his sword, and avenge his third brother's life. But while his martial arts skills made it easy for him to infiltrate the palace, assassinating the emperor was a pipe dream.
Just as he was filled with resentment and grief, he suddenly heard a familiar sound. He knew that it was the emperor's spies approaching, so he quickly hid in the wardrobe.
The scout entered the room with practiced ease, and was startled to see Wen Kehao on the bed. He mustered his courage, checked Wen Kehao's breathing, and then quickly left in shock.
The magistrate suddenly passed away and should, in accordance with custom, be buried in the royal cemetery.
Because the Emperor did not strip the Anshun Prince's family of their title, but now the Anshun Prince and his wife are imprisoned, and the Prince Wen is an idiot, there is no one to handle the aftermath.
The steward was chosen by Wen Kehao before his death. He was very dedicated and loyal. He originally wanted to send his master to the royal cemetery in a grand manner, but he received an imperial decree from the palace, ordering him to buy a burial plot outside and keep everything simple so that he could be buried as soon as possible.
Since it was an imperial decree, the steward had no choice but to comply.
So Wen Kehao was placed in a makeshift coffin that was bought temporarily, and on the day of his death, he was sent to a cemetery not far from his residence for a hasty burial.
Aside from the servants of the manor, only the mentally challenged Prince Wen attended the funeral. It is said that Prince Wen alternated between laughing and crying along the way, and even insisted on leaving, causing a great disturbance.
All the officials in the capital said that since the incident at the Prince of Anshun's mansion, the condition of the young master Wen has been getting worse and worse, and his mental instability has become more and more serious.
The Prince of Anshun's Mansion is probably finished.
Although I heard that Prince Wen has favored a woman and she is pregnant, what kind of future can a child born to a fool and a palace maid have? It's still unknown whether the child will even grow up.
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Midnight (11 PM - 1 AM).
A woman stumbled towards Wen Kehao's makeshift grave.
The woman carried a box in her left hand and a large piece of iron in her right. When she arrived at the tomb, she carefully placed the box aside and then picked up the large piece of iron and began digging into the ground.
The night was dark and windy, and the woman, with her hair disheveled, was digging a grave with a sharp weapon; the scene looked rather eerie.
Because it was a new tomb, the soil was relatively soft, making it easier for the woman to dig. However, the tomb was large and buried deep, and after an hour of digging, the woman was panting heavily, but had only reached halfway.
Exhausted, she tossed the iron sheet aside, plopped down in the tomb, and began to cry in distress.
"You brat, why didn't you wait for me? Do you know what kind of place Misty Mountain is? It's teeming with tigers and wolves, and teeming with poisonous snakes. Do you know how difficult it was for a weak woman like me to find the Lianzhi Grass for you there? I made thorough preparations and brought various poisons into the mountains, and I still almost died several times. I've endured all that hardship, so why couldn't you wait for me for just one more day?"
This woman was none other than Su Leyan.
After enduring countless hardships, she finally managed to gather the Lianzhi grass and rushed back to the capital after several days of travel. However, upon arriving at the gate of Wen Kehao's residence, she witnessed the person she was trying to save being placed in a coffin, awaiting burial.
Su Leyan was momentarily dazed, but quickly regained her senses. Disguised, she followed behind the funeral procession, listening to the servants' discussions, and learned that Wen Kehao had been dead for less than half a day.
Her heart, which had paused for a moment, immediately came alive again.
Su Leyan calmly watched Wen Kehao being buried. She waited until late at night when no one was around before she exchanged a silver ingot for a tool at a farmer's house and made her way here in the dark.
After she finished crying, all around her was silent, as if knowing that Wen Kehao could not answer her now. After resting for a while, she picked up her tools again and continued to bend over and dig.
“Let me tell you, you brat, you owe me way too much. Last time it was nine thousand nine hundred taels, and this tangled grass can sell for at least ten thousand taels. And then there's the promise I made to my master, plus the hardship of digging up the grave in the middle of the night, and the compensation for emotional distress. All this adds up, even selling you wouldn't be enough to pay me back…”
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