Chapter 319 Fainted
Chuntao was horrified, stunned for a moment, and suddenly ran away.
"Chuntao, where are you going?" the follower shouted.
What responded to him was Chuntao's hurried back.
The follower sighed and strode to catch up with Zheng Kuan.
In the main courtyard, there was a sound of greetings.
"Meet the Prince Consort."
When Chu Huining heard Zheng Kuan coming into the house, his face suddenly lit up with joy, but then he stopped smiling and raised his eyebrows as if he was ready to call someone to task.
Seeing this, Chunliu wanted to persuade him, but swallowed the words back.
The princess and her husband have been married for twenty years. If she had listened to the advice now, they wouldn't have such a deep conflict.
Just as he was stunned, Chu Huining opened the door and walked out.
"Why, are you willing to come out of your gentle fragrance?"
There was a sense of tension as soon as he opened his mouth.
Zheng Kuan frowned, with deep disgust in his eyes.
If Chu Huining was not a royal princess and it was difficult for him to divorce her, he would have divorced this jealous woman long ago.
"I'm not here to argue with you. Lord Wang, the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple, is here, and something's happened to the civil and military officials." Zheng Kuan didn't want to argue with Chu Huining at this time, so he said.
Chu Huining wanted to retort when he heard the first sentence, but when he heard that his son was in trouble, his eyes suddenly widened: "What do you mean Wenwu was in trouble? How could he be in trouble in the mansion?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Chuntao ran over breathlessly, shouting, "Princess, Princess, I just checked and the young master is not in the room."
"What?" Chu Huining exclaimed.
"As soon as I heard Lord Wang talk about this, I rushed to find you. Let's go," Zheng Kuan said.
Chu Huining glanced at Zheng Kuan nervously, then strode to the front yard. His heart was so tight that he didn't even care about his disheveled hair.
Late in the evening, the Dali Temple Chief Justice came to say that something had happened to the civil and military officials. Chu Huining felt as if his brain was filled with paste and he couldn't think of anything.
In the front hall, Lord Wang was sitting uncomfortably, wondering how he could speak to avoid the eldest princess's wrath.
While I was anxious, I heard hurried footsteps outside, and then I saw Chu Huining walked in surrounded by a crowd.
Lord Wang hurriedly bowed and said, "Your humble servant greets the eldest princess. Long live the princess."
"What happened to Wenwu?" Chu Huining looked at Lord Wang in horror and asked.
"Young Master Zheng disappeared and fell into the toilet in Ningxiang Tower. When I brought people there, he was already dead..." said Lord Wang.
There was a moment of silence in the air, and the next moment Chu Huining's sharp and piercing cry was heard: "Impossible, you must be talking nonsense, how could my son die, how could it be possible..."
Halfway through his words, Chu Huining ran out of breath and passed out.
The maids immediately rushed to catch Chu Huining before she fell.
Zheng Kuan was so shocked by Lord Wang's words that his mind went blank.
"Master Wang, please don't speak carelessly."
His face looked extremely ugly, and it took him a long time to find his voice.
Lord Wang looked at the unconscious Chu Huining, then at the dumbfounded Zheng Kuan. His scalp was numb, but he dared not utter a word: "In reply to your Majesty, I dare not say anything. At this moment, people are still in Ningxiang Tower. Marquis Wu'an is there with his men. Your Majesty, you see..."
The eldest princess fainted and definitely can’t go.
"Take me there." Zheng Kuan calmed himself down and said
Even though he didn't like Chu Huining, his son was still his own flesh and blood.
At first, he thought that Wenwu had gone too far again and someone had died, so when Lord Wang said that he was in trouble, he subconsciously went to call Chu Huining. With her around, his son would be fine.
Someone did die, but who could have thought that this time it was his own son who lost his life.
Zheng Kuan felt as if his feet were stepping on cotton, weak and powerless.
In the end, he had no choice but to be helped by his followers into the carriage and hurried to Ningxiang Tower with a few palace servants.
The Ningxiang Tower, which used to be bustling, was now filled with panic. There were even many people gathered at the door. However, the entire building was surrounded by yamen runners, and no one dared to rush in out of curiosity.
"Meet the Prince Consort."
"Good luck to the Prince Consort."
"Greetings, my Lord!"
As soon as Zheng Kuan arrived, people who knew him hurriedly bowed and greeted him, but seeing his gloomy face, they wisely stepped aside after the greetings.
Lord Wang led the people all the way to the backyard.
There were almost no people in the backyard at this time. One reason was that they had witnessed Zheng Wenwu drowning and were afraid that Chu Huining would vent his anger on him. Another reason was that it was too smelly. The dirt on Zheng Wenwu's face was washed off, but there was still a lot of it on his body. Because the coroner was investigating the cause of death, no one went to change his clothes.
Zheng Kuan paused for a moment, then walked towards his son with a pale face.
It felt like someone had dug out a piece of his heart and thrown a ball of fire into it. The rage in his heart almost burned him up.
"How could Wenwu die?" Zheng Kuan asked Marquis Wu'an with a dry throat and suppressed anger.
Marquis Wu'an bowed to Zheng Kuan and winked at the coroner.
The coroner understood and hurried forward to repeat the cause of death.
"My Lord, there are no wounds on his body. The cause of death was filth blocking his mouth and nose."
Marquis Wu'an said, "I have questioned the people here. The first person to find him was the third young master of the Fang family. He was about to relieve himself, and when he opened the door, he saw Young Master Zheng lying face down in the pit. He was so scared that he screamed, which attracted everyone's attention. The servants in the building pulled him out. His face was covered with filth and it was hard to tell who he was. After getting some clean water to wash him, they found that it was Young Master Zheng. There happened to be a doctor here, who felt his pulse and found that Young Master Zheng had been dead for a long time."
Zheng Kuan clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead.
"Wenwu has been injured and recuperating in the mansion these days, how come he is in Ningxiang Tower?"
When he was leaving the house, he didn't even notice anyone. If no one helped him, how could he, an injured man who couldn't even walk properly, run to Ningxiang Tower so far away.
Marquis Wu'an waved to the yamen runner, and he saw the runner coming over with Zheng Wenwu's servant.
There were three young men in brocade clothes following him. Zheng Kuan took a look and knew that they were his son's followers.
At this moment, the four of them were kneeling in front of Zheng Kuan, trembling.
Zheng Kuan gritted his teeth in hatred, raised his leg and kicked the servant in the heart: "You little dog servant, how can you serve your master?"
If the occasion wasn't wrong, he would have wanted to kill the bastard immediately.
The servant was kicked down, but regardless of the pain in his chest, he immediately got up and knelt, kowtowed: "Please spare my life, Prince Consort, please spare my life. The eldest young master heard that Miss Wen Ling in Ningxiang Tower was as beautiful as a fairy and admired him very much, so he asked the eldest young master Zhou and others to help him leave the house. I am just following orders, please spare my life..."
If the master dies, he as a servant will not have a good ending. Maybe even if he is alive, no one wants to die.
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