Chapter 494: Scars on Zong Yan's Body
Although he had many complaints against Luo Jingfeng, at least he was able to bring his son home, so the old marquis forced himself to swallow his anger.
There were many people escorting them back to Beijing.
They were afraid that Zong Yan would resist on the road, but since he was put into the prison van, he has been well behaved, not moving at all and not communicating with anyone.
The old marquis was a very emotional person. Seeing his son become like this, he couldn't help but shed tears, but Zong Yan's expression remained unchanged.
He seemed to know the old marquis not at all.
Even though Luo Jingfeng had concluded that he had not lost his memory, the old marquis was still unsure and kept telling him about his childhood.
At the end of January, the weather was dry and cold.
Except for Xu Wan, who was about to give birth and stayed in the yard, the whole family was waiting at the door for Zong Yan's return.
The carriage could only enter through the side door, so the old marquis had the carriage driven into the yard to prevent anyone from seeing the prison carriage inside, which would bring shame to Zong Yan.
The moment the curtain was opened, the old lady's eyes turned red and she cried out his name, "Yan'er!"
Zong Yan didn't look up.
He is waiting.
The door of the prison van opened, and the old marquis reached out to take him out, but Zong Yan seized the opportunity to push his hand away and ran outside.
"Zong Yan!" the old marquis shouted in panic.
Zong Zhao quickly stepped forward, grabbed Zong Yan's arm and pulled him back, and the two started fighting in the yard.
Yan Suxue and Zong Wenxiu were originally very nervous, not knowing how Zong Yan would react when he saw them. But unexpectedly, Zong Yan didn't even look at anyone and was only thinking about running away.
The mother and son held the old lady on both sides, fearing that she would rush forward and get hurt by the two people fighting.
The old lady beside him was so anxious that she kept shouting, "Zhao'er, be careful, don't hurt him."
When he was sixteen, Zong Yan was no match for Zong Zhao.
At the age of twenty-eight, it was still not.
But Zong Zhao's goal was just to take him down, and he didn't use his full strength, but Zong Yan's attack was fierce, which made Zong Zhao angry. He pulled his brother's arm away and said angrily: "Zong Yan, calm down, you are home and safe."
Zong Yan ignored him and stretched out his arm like a dragon, looking for an opportunity to escape. His martial arts moves were more flexible than before. If he didn't use force, there was no telling how long the fight would end.
Zong Zhao found an opportunity and knocked him unconscious with one blow, then ordered, "Bring the iron chain and lock him in the room."
"Yes, General."
Yan Suxue was not allowed to live in Zong Yan's room because she was a concubine when she first entered the family. Later, when she was promoted to the principal wife, she was afraid of disturbing the old lady who often visited Zong Yan's room, so she did not move in. Therefore, Zong Yan's room has been empty, and the decoration inside is the same as it was twelve years ago, all in the bright and colorful style he likes.
The iron chain that the servants found was thick and strong. Zong Zhao decisively locked it around Zong Yan's feet and fixed it to the side of the bed, leaving it long enough for him to move around the bed.
The old lady felt so distressed that she squatted beside the bed and wanted to touch Zong Yan's face, but she didn't dare to touch him: "Zhao'er, he is Yan'er, right? He looks exactly like my Yan'er, he is Yan'er, right?"
Zong Zhao did not answer this question, but reached out and felt Zong Yan's pulse to check if there was anything wrong with his body.
But who knew that the wrist was exposed.
Several scars appeared.
One by one, small, long scars.
The old marquis took a deep breath and said, "What is this? Is there anyone who wants to pick Yan'er's tendons?"
"It shouldn't be like that. His martial arts skills haven't been abolished." Zong Zhao quickly turned over his other arm, and there was still such a scar on his wrist.
The old man also went over to help. The others were terrified, and soon they heard him say, "There is no wound on the wrist."
Zong Zhao was silent for a moment, then reached out and pulled open Zong Yan's shirt. There were countless small scars like that on his well-defined chest, exactly the same as the ones on his wrists.
People were so shocked that they were speechless.
The old lady trembled and said, "What...what is this? Why are there so many tiny wounds?!"
Her breathing became increasingly rapid and her steps became increasingly unsteady.
Zong Zhao frowned and said, "Father, you should go back to your room first. Zong Yan is not seriously ill. We don't need so many people to watch over him. I will tell you when there is news."
Seeing that the old lady was indeed a little exhausted, the old marquis quickly agreed, "Yes, yes, everyone should go back first. Too many people will easily scare Zong Yan."
As he helped the old lady out of the door, he told Zong Wenxiu to keep an eye on Yan Suxue and not to come to the courtyard for the time being, lest she be hurt by Zong Yan.
Zong Wenxiu nodded obediently: "Grandfather, don't worry, we won't cause any trouble at this time."
"Good boy, go ahead."
After everyone left, Zong Zhao undressed Zong Yan and continued his inspection.
As he expected, the scars were all over Zong Yan's body, some were very old, and some were very recent.
The wounds looked very small, and if they could be treated properly at the time, they would not have left so many scars. However, it seemed that Zong Yan did not have the conditions to heal them at the time.
Zong Zhao's fingers trembled with distress. He put the clothes on him one by one. All that came to his mind were the sixteen-year-old beauty-loving boys who exercised in the martial arts field every day. They were either showing off their bodies to him or shouting about which nice clothes they wanted to wear.
He cares so much about his appearance.
Zong Zhao felt his pulse and found nothing abnormal, so he ordered someone to go to the palace to invite the imperial physician. While waiting, he sat by the bed, his eyes never leaving his brother.
He was a boy who always had a smiling face when he was young, but because he hadn't smiled for a long time, his facial aura had changed. Even when he closed his eyes and slept, he looked cold and indifferent, as if he wanted to keep strangers away.
“Zong Yan…”
The imperial physician from the palace came on the emperor's orders. He quickly saluted Zong Zhao and sat down to diagnose Zong Yan's pulse.
After checking the pulse, the doctor said, "General, the second young master's pulse is normal and there is nothing wrong with his body."
It was consistent with my own judgment, but it did not reassure me.
Zong Zhao asked again: "Can you diagnose memory loss?"
The imperial physician replied in embarrassment: "General, memory loss is mostly caused by a major brain injury or a severe blow. I have just examined the second young master's head and found no scars. However, it may be because it has been a long time, and the scars have healed."
Zong Zhao looked at the person chained to the bed and suddenly asked, "What should we do with him?"
The imperial physician was also questioned.
He replied hesitantly, "How about we observe him first? Once he is familiar with the environment he once lived in and his family, maybe he will let down his guard?"
Zong Zhao nodded and said, "It was Doctor Lao who came to visit."
"You are too polite. This is what I should do."
After sending the imperial physician away, Zong Zhao returned to his room.
I told Xu Wan what happened after Zong Yan came back.
Xu Wan had been waiting for news, and only said after hearing what he said, "Since he has been a counselor to the Crown Prince of Jin'an for so many years, he must have been controlled by someone. Maybe we can check Zong Yan's experience in You Kingdom? I mean, more detailed information, including his appearance time and daily life."