Chapter 495 Brother, It Hurts So Much

Zong Zhao replied: "Okay, I will order people to investigate further. I also think it is not that simple, otherwise Zong Yan would not always want to run away."

Xu Wan raised her head and asked, "Have you confirmed that he has not lost his memory?"

Zong Zhao shook his head: "I'm not so sure. He saw us as strangers. He wasn't surprised at all, nor did he have any other emotions."

Although Luo Jingfeng said that he definitely did not lose his memory, otherwise he would not have let the old marquis go again and again, but Zong Zhao felt that this might also be because Zong Yan was kind by nature and did not want to hurt innocent people.

At night, the entire general's mansion fell into silence.

"Ah——" a scream woke everyone up.

Zong Zhao opened his eyes, quickly turned to look at his wife who was also awakened by the shock, and asked nervously, "Are you scared?"

Pregnant women should avoid being frightened. Being suddenly awakened from a dream may cause fetal disturbance, which can be dangerous for both mother and child.

Xu Wan was indeed startled, but her heartbeat was just a little faster. She quickly replied, "I'm fine, I'm fine. It seems to be Zong Yan who is calling. Go and have a look."

"I'll be right there." Zong Zhao quickly put on his clothes and walked out.

All the lights in the house were turned on.

Cuizhi and Cuiliu came in together to accompany Xu Wan.

Zong Yan's yard was right next to them. When Zong Zhao rushed over, the old marquis had just arrived.

"Yan'er!"

When the father and son rushed in, they saw Zong Yan screaming in pain. All the servants who were taking care of him were kicked down and dared not approach.

The Zong Yan in front of him was throwing his body onto the bed, and he was in a state of rage.

"Zong Yan!"

Zong Zhao walked over quickly and saw that it was not enough for him to hit himself, he was still shouting: "Give me a knife, give me a knife!"

Zong Zhao's eyes widened, as if he had guessed something.

The old marquis was still shouting distressedly: "Yan'er, Yan'er, calm down, what do you want the knife for?"

Zong Yan yelled at him madly: "Give me the knife!"

The old marquis shook his head and refused: "No, no, you will hurt yourself, Yan'er..."

As soon as the old marquis stepped forward and was about to enter the range of the iron chain, Zong Yan scolded him fiercely: "Go away! Don't come near me!"

Thousands of miles away, there is a camp of a secluded country.

Prince Jin'an played the flute in his hand. The black flute pipe vibrated with a unique frequency, as if calling out:

"Yan, come back."

"Come back."

"We're all waiting for you."

general's office.

"Ah--" Zong Yan hit the edge of the bed with his arm again, and Zong Zhao held his arm.

Zong Yan remained calm for a while, then he used his legs to hit the bed again. He was so strong that the edge of the bed was knocked off.

The old marquis was so worried that he was confused. He asked anxiously and distressedly, "Zhao'er, what happened to him? How about I find him a knife?"

Zong Zhao refused with a sullen face: "Dad, what are you talking about? Don't you understand? He wants a knife because he wants to mutilate himself!"

"What?!" The old marquis felt like the sky was falling.

No wonder, no wonder Yan'er had so many small wounds on his body. He thought someone was hurting Yan'er, but he didn't expect that he had cut himself!

Zong Yan was still struggling fiercely: "Let me go, let me go!"

As long as he goes back and behaves well.

His body will not feel any pain.

He would no longer have to endure this pain which was neither death nor dying, but was more painful than death.

Zong Zhao knocked him out again.

Zong Yan looked like he was in so much pain, and the imperial physician couldn't find out what was wrong with him, let alone cure him.

The old marquis heaved a sigh of relief and said anxiously, "What should I do? How did Yan'er become like this?"

Zong Zhao asked, "Didn't this happen on the way back?"

The old man shook his head and denied: "No, he was very well behaved along the way and didn't even try to escape. How could...how could he become like this as soon as he got home?"

Zong Zhao pondered and said, "The problem still lies with Prince Jin'an of You Kingdom. I have sent people to investigate Zong Yan's detailed experience in You Kingdom."

"What should we do now that Yan'er is in so much pain? Is his pulse still the same?" asked the old marquis.

My pulse was unstable just now because I was emotionally excited, but when I took my pulse again now, it has returned to normal.

The pulse was strange and Zong Zhao didn't know what was going on.

But he remembered Feng Qinglai.

That old poison doctor was able to develop such a powerful poison, maybe he knows what happened to Zong Yan?

Thinking of this, he said to the old marquis: "I have a friend who is a strange medical saint. I will write to him to tell him about the situation and see if it is convenient for him to come to the mansion to check on Zong Yan's health."

The old marquis was as if he had found a savior, and hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, go quickly, I'll be here to watch over Yan'er."

Zong Zhao started writing the letter as soon as he returned to his room.

Xu Wan did not bother him. She waited until he had sent the letter before asking, "What happened to Zong Yan?"

Zong Zhao said briefly: "Zong Yan may have an unknown toxin. I have already written a letter to invite a powerful poison doctor to come to the mansion. You go to sleep first. I will go to Zong Yan's room to watch over him."

Xu Wan nodded obediently: "Then go ahead, don't worry about us, the child and I are fine."

Zong Zhao kissed her forehead and said, "Go to bed early."

"Yeah, you too."

Zong Zhao went to Zong Yan Courtyard and asked the old marquis to go back and rest, and also comforted the old lady who was waiting there.

With him personally guarding here, the old marquis felt relieved and replied, "Then you watch over it first. I will come tomorrow and we will take turns guarding Zongyan."

"good."

After the old marquis left, Zong Zhao thought for a moment, moved the iron chain at Zong Yan's feet to the head of the bed, and lay down on the bed with his brother.

When he was a child, Zong Yan always stuck to him.

More time than spending with parents.

I either wanted to practice martial arts with him or play with him. I was reluctant to sleep in a separate bed from him when I was seven or eight years old, but sometimes I would still want to sleep in the same bed with him and nag him nonstop.

The days that I felt a little annoyed with when I was a child turned into countless misses after I lost Zong Yan, and now, he came back alive and well, like a surprise that fell from the sky.

Although there are still many problems to be solved and many doubts to be answered, at the moment when he lay sleeping next to his brother, Zong Zhao felt the long-lost peace of mind and satisfaction.

Not long after, Zong Yan woke up again.

The physical pain made him wake up early, and he started pounding the bed to ask for the knife. He was using the new pain to cover up another pain. Zong Zhao wanted to control him but couldn't bear it until he saw Zong Yan open his mouth and bite his arm.

"Zong Yan!"

Zong Yan bit so hard that he almost bit off a piece of flesh, but his lips and arms turned into a bloody mess in an instant.

All of Zong Zhao's reluctance disappeared. He quickly held down Zong Yan's limbs and refused to let go no matter how hard he struggled: "Zong Yan, tell me, tell me, besides using a knife, how else can I help you relieve the pain?"

Zong Yan's eyes were bloodshot, veins popped out on his forehead, and tears welled up in his eyes. He felt pained and wronged, and begged in a sobbing voice, "Brother, it hurts, it hurts so much... Kill me, kill me."