Chapter 406: How did Zong Yan die?

He hadn't interacted much with his old friends in recent years and had no idea what had happened between the three of them.

Zong Qiyun sighed and said, "Brother, you don't know. When you were injured and hadn't recovered yet, you gave the two children to us to take care of. I couldn't sleep well day and night, fearing that I would fail your trust. But who knew that those two people took advantage of the children's young age and bullied them while they were away on the battlefield. They often made them do hard labor in the barracks. Nephew... didn't nephew tell you?"

The old marquis looked at the old lady and said anxiously, "No, Zhao'er didn't tell us anything. Why did this happen? Why did they embarrass the two children? I was very kind to them. I gave them generous gifts before I went to war."

Zong Qiyun said solemnly, "It was these generous gifts that gave them the bad intention. They wanted to secretly trap the two children and then protect them openly. This way, the children will remember their kindness and will be thanked by you again when they return."

The old marquis's face was filled with rage, and he wished he could kick each of his two dead friends.

The old lady asked in confusion, "Qiyun, when did you know about this? Why have I never heard you mention it before?"

Zong Qiyun said in embarrassment: "Sister-in-law, I was timid and didn't dare to speak out before. Those two people had higher positions than me in the army, so I didn't dare to speak out even if I found out. Now both of them are dead. I saw my brother crying so sadly, so I dared to stand up and talk about this. Don't be too sad, those two people are not worth it at all."

The old marquis spat and said, "It's really not worth it. If these two greedy bastards hadn't died, I would have beaten them tonight."

The old lady was half-believing and half-doubting, and asked Zongzhao, "Zhao'er, why didn't you tell us that you were bullied in the barracks before?"

Xu Wan watched a big show.

Zong Qiyun put all the blame on the dead, leaving himself with the image of a timid person who dared not cause trouble. He seemed to be explaining to the old Houye who was unaware of the situation, but in fact he was talking to Zong Zhao.

He guessed that it was Zong Zhaodong's hand.

He was afraid that he would be the next one.

Zong Zhao stared at Zong Qiyun and said coldly, "I didn't know that someone was playing tricks on me before. I thought that this was how the military camp was."

Zong Qiyun's tense heart relaxed a little, and he said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, this is my nephew's first expedition, so he must have suffered some losses. But now it's all good, the people are dead, and the past grudges are written off. You should stop feeling sad for those two villains."

The old lady replied: "Of course, they are not worth it at all."

The old marquis added: "If I had known earlier, I would not have come to offer condolences. I cried twice in vain and gave two gifts. These two old bastards..."

Zong Qiyun also chimed in, cursing, "Yes, yes, those two old bastards..."

Zong Zhao suddenly interrupted him, his voice coming like thunder: "Since my cousin knows everything, then...how did Zong Yan die?"

Boom——

This question suddenly hit Zong Qiyun's heart. He clenched his fingers and cold sweat broke out on his back.

When the old marquis and the old lady heard Zong Yan's name, they were all shocked and quickly looked at Zong Qiyun.

Zong Qiyun also had sweat on his forehead. From the moment he heard this question, he realized that Zong Zhao knew, he knew about that matter... Those two people really died at his hands.

But what should he do?

How is he going to explain it?

Will he be able to walk out of this door today?

Zong Qiyun had already begun to regret. Was he so brave as to come and confront Zong Zhao in person? The pressure from the general made his legs go weak and he couldn't help but want to kneel down.

Seeing that he was speechless for a long time, the old marquis asked anxiously, "Qiyun, what's going on? How is it related to Zong Yan's death again?"

Zong Qiyun's lips trembled, and he said with a pale face: "I, I... I don't know... I don't know what happened in the meantime. I was not in the barracks on the day you left the city... Zong Yan sacrificed his life for the country, and he died in the hands of the You people!"

After saying this, he didn't even have the courage to look at Zong Zhao. He quickly looked at the old marquis and said, "Brother, I remembered that I have some urgent matters to deal with at home. Let's stop here today. I'll come to see you another day."

The old man was in a trance, but he still replied, "Okay, it's too late today, I'll have someone take you back."

Zong Qiyun quickly said, "Oh, no, no, I have a lot of people with me, I can go back by myself."

"Then I'll take you to the door." The old marquis said as he followed him out.

From the moment Zong Zhao heard the words "sacrifice one's life for the country", his body couldn't stop shaking. It was anger and forbearance.

Seeing Zong Qiyun leaving the house, he subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but fortunately Xu Wan was quick to pull him back, shaking her head and saying, "Father-in-law and mother-in-law are still here."

Zong Zhao closed his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried hard to calm his emotions.

Xu Wan pulled him back to her courtyard.

The whole journey was extremely quiet. All that could be heard were the footsteps of the two people and Zong Zhao's increasingly heavy breathing. After reaching the courtyard, he shook off Xu Wan's hand and said, "I can't stand it anymore. How can such a heartless, ungrateful and shameless person live a good life?"

Xu Wan said calmly: "Then I can't bear it. You go ahead and hide it from your father-in-law and mother-in-law."

Zong Zhao looked at her suddenly.

This was the first time she supported him so clearly. She did not think it was a wrong thing to do, nor did she blindly persuade him to let go of his hatred.

Xu Wan looked at him with bright eyes: "The reason why hatred is hatred is that someone did something wrong first, which led to the consequences. This is karma, and it's what should happen."

Zong Zhao's eyes turned red, and he said hoarsely: "Go back to the room, I'll be back soon."

"good."

Xu Wan quietly watched his leaving back. This time she seemed to see clearly what he was carrying. She hoped that when he came back again, he would be more relaxed than before.

The street was pitch black with few pedestrians.

Zong Qiyun seemed to be chased by a ghost. He kept urging in the sedan chair: "Hurry up, too slow, too slow."

"Master, this is already the fastest speed. If you are in a hurry, would you consider riding a horse back home?"

"Ride a horse?" Zong Qiyun's head shook like a wave drum, "No, no, it's not as safe as a carriage."

His heartbeat accelerated exponentially as he sat in the car. He felt like his heart would burst out of his throat at any moment. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he shouted, "Change the route! Change the route! Change the route to the Dali Temple!"

If Zong Zhao wanted to kill him, he wouldn't be safe even if he went home.

The only place that Zong Zhao dared not take action was the Dali Temple, which was where serious cases were handled. Otherwise, he would be slapping the emperor in the face in public.