Chapter 182 Second Young Master, the old lady lets you in!
In the capital, Yun Qing's funeral was over. Lan Lingrou sat alone in her boudoir, her eyes bloodshot and her face distorted as she looked at the person in front of her.
"You useless pieces of shit! You collected so much money but couldn't kill Lan Xiyue." She roared in a low voice, her voice full of anger.
The man said coldly, "We at Killer Pavilion will not do this business anymore."
"What? Don't forget that you received a lot of banknotes from me."
The man narrowed his eyes. "The people we sent to kill are all dead. The people who went to investigate reported that Lan Xiyue is now with the Regent. Who would dare to kill someone in front of the Regent? Besides, the Regent and Lan Xiyue have a close relationship, so we'll just drop this single voice."
"No... Isn't Lan Xiyue in Huguo Temple?"
The man snorted coldly, "Lan Xiyue never went to Huguo Temple from beginning to end. Instead, she went to Mogu Mountain."
Lan Lingrou was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. "Lan Xiyue, you really haven't changed your bad habits. You chased a man thousands of miles away, and even lied to your grandmother and the others, saying that you went to the Huguo Temple to chant sutras for your dead mother."
The two maids, Shiwen and Shihua, huddled in the corner, with their heads lowered, not daring to breathe. Their bodies were covered in bruises and purples, all signs of Lan Lingrou's uncontrolled venting in recent days.
The man lost his patience and was about to leave when Lan Lingrou said, "If you don't want to do this business, then return the banknote to me."
"Impossible. All the people we sent out died. This money should be used as their burial expenses."
Lan Lingrou's eyes were blazing with fire. "They're useless if they die. If you don't continue to send people to kill Lan Xiyue, return the banknotes to me."
The man drew his sword and pressed it against Lan Lingrou's neck. "Who are you calling a loser? Huh?"
Lan Lingrou trembled. "What? Are you guys at the Killer Club so dishonest? You failed to kill your target, and now you're going to kill your employer?"
The man retracted his sword and snorted coldly, "Let's call off this deal. Since you're my former employer, I'll forgive your careless words this time." As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of the window.
Lan Lingrou looked angry at the moment. She picked up the teacup beside her and threw it to the ground. With a "bang", it shattered into pieces, tea stains splashed everywhere, and fragments were scattered all over the ground.
Lan Lingrou looked at the mess on the ground, and the anger in her heart not only did not subside, but instead grew stronger.
"Bitch, how can you be so tough? Damn it!"
Lan Lingrou thought of what the man had just said. Her eyes, as cold as ice, swept over Shiwen and Shihua, and she said in a cold voice, "Go, spread the news. Say that Lan Xiyue disregarded propriety and shame, traveled thousands of miles to chase a man, and even lied that she was chanting sutras for her deceased mother at the Huguo Temple. It's ridiculous that she actually used her deceased mother's name as a cover."
Upon hearing this, Shiwen and Shihua responded quickly and left in a hurry, fearing that if they were a step slower, they would be beaten again.
After a while, Lan Yuan walked in and saw the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. He frowned and asked, "Why is my sister so angry?"
"Brother, is there something wrong?"
"Sister, give me one thousand and two taels of silver. I will go to Tianxiang Restaurant later to recite poems and write couplets with my classmates." Lan Yuan's words were full of carelessness, but he didn't know what kind of storm this understatement had set off in Lan Lingrou's heart.
Lan Lingrou's eyes instantly darkened. She stared at Lan Yuan intently, her voice furious, "Where would I get the money? Where were you when my mother was paralyzed in bed? My mother was just laid to rest today, and you're going to go and recite poems with your classmates?"
Lan Yuan frowned slightly, as if displeased by this sudden question: "Mom is paralyzed in bed. I went to Jiangnan with my classmates. I didn't receive the letter in time, and I didn't know what happened to Mom."
"Hmph! So what about now? Mother has just been laid to rest, and you're already thinking about fooling around with those drinking buddies!" Lan Lingrou's voice was sharp as a knife, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. "I don't have any money!"
Lan Yuan's face darkened as well. He flicked his sleeves and strode out of the room, leaving behind a single sentence: "If you don't want to give it to me, then don't give it to me. What are you crazy about?"
Lan Lingrou watched her brother's retreating figure, her heart swollen with despair. After their mother's burial, her brother returned, but he hadn't offered a single word of concern. The pimples on her body grew more numerous, an outward manifestation of her inner fear and despair. She hugged herself tightly, tears falling like pearls from a broken string, her cries echoing through the empty house, a desolate and hopeless cacophony.
"Lan Xiyue, I want you to die!" she roared, every word filled with deep hatred and unwillingness.
Lan Yuan came out of Lingbaoyuan angrily and stopped in his tracks. Wasn't his sister usually gentle and kind? Why was she acting like a madman today? Could it be that her mother's death had dealt her too much of a blow?
A servant beside him said, "Second Young Master, are you still going to Tianxiang Restaurant?"
Lan Yuan kicked the servant and said, "Why are you going? I'm not going."
Lan Yuan wanted to ask the housekeeper for banknotes, but the housekeeper said that there was no money in the mansion now. Even her mother's funeral was paid for with money from the Duke of Huguo's mansion, and even the gifts were all taken away by his father.
He didn't expect the mansion to be so poor now. Not only did he not get the money from his sister, but he was also scolded. Lan Yuan turned and went to the old lady's Qingyou Courtyard. His grandmother loved him so much, she would definitely give him money.
Nanny Li walked in, "Madam, the second young master is here."
The old lady's eyes lit up, "Quick, let Yuan'er in."
"Hey!" Nanny Li hurried out, "Second Young Master, the old lady asked you to come in."
Lan Yuan walked in, bowed and said, "Grandson greets grandmother."
"Okay, okay, okay, Yuan'er, come and sit down."
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