Chapter 191 A Person Hidden in a Coffin
As Murong Ting finished speaking, Kong Wan's tears fell without warning.
He heard her soft murmur in his ear: "Murong Ting, this is my mother."
Murong Ting's expression suddenly froze.
He looked up in disbelief: "What did you say?"
Kong Wange remained silent, only staring intently at the person in the coffin.
Noticing the trembling of the person beside him, Murong Ting subconsciously gripped her hand again.
Her hands were ice-cold, and he frowned slightly: "Wanwan, you..."
Kong Wange gently shook her head, indicating that she was alright.
Feeling the warmth of the man's large hand in her palm, she was truly glad she had brought him along.
"Wanwan, are you sure the person in here is your mother?" Murong Ting turned on his flashlight, hoping she could see more clearly.
As far as he knew, Kong Wange's mother died during childbirth, and her body should have been cremated long ago. It shouldn't be here, especially not in such a complete state.
Kong Wange's eyes were glazed over, and her voice was a little unsteady: "I'm sure, I don't know what happened either. You should put the lid back on first."
She was worried about what might happen if the body were exposed to oxygen for an extended period.
Knowing her worries, Murong Ting turned on his flashlight and prepared to push the coffin lid back in.
However, just as the coffin was about to be closed, Kong Wange suddenly spoke up: "Wait."
Murong Ting paused, "What's wrong?"
Kong Wange took a step closer to examine Wen Xing's face more closely.
The candlelight was dim before, making it difficult to see many details, but now, under the strong beam of the flashlight, many details are clearly visible.
Kong Wange slowly approached, her gaze landing on Wen Xing's lips.
Her lips were covered with tiny purple spots.
This discovery instantly calmed her down.
No, that's not right.
Even if a deceased person's body is perfectly preserved, her lips shouldn't be this color.
As if she wanted to prove something, she pulled Wen Xing's clothes up without saying a word.
Murong Ting's heart skipped a beat, and he stepped forward to stop her: "Wanwan, please don't..."
Before she could even finish her movement, Kong Wange had already rolled up Wen Xing's sleeves.
Wen Xing's skin, which should have been as pale as her face, was covered with purple spots of varying degrees.
These spots are different from livor mortis; they are clearly signs that toxins have surfaced from the corpse.
Although Murong Ting didn't understand medicine, he still felt that something was amiss.
Beside her, Kong Wange staggered back a step, clutching Murong Ting's clothes tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "Murong Ting, my mother may not have died in childbirth, she may have been poisoned."
Seeing that her face was pale and she seemed agitated, Murong Ting helped her up and comforted her, saying, "Wanwan, don't get agitated. Let's go outside and talk."
Kong Wange was trembling all over and could no longer utter a complete sentence. Murong Ting did not hesitate any longer, turned around and closed the coffin completely, then pulled her away.
All the way up the steps, Kong Wange followed Murong Ting in a daze, like a puppet on a string.
The two retraced their steps, and only after closing the iron gate and breathing in the outside air again did Kong Wange seem to come to her senses. Her legs went weak, and she was about to kneel on the ground.
Fortunately, Murong Ting reacted quickly and caught her.
He frowned, but didn't say anything. Instead, he reached out and picked her up in his arms.
Her feet suddenly lifted into the air, and Kong Wange couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
Murong Ting ignored all that and carried her directly to her usual room.
After he helped her sit down, he threw off his coat, turned around and draped a soft blanket over her, then went to boil some water, found some honey, mixed it, and brought it over.
As Kong Wange watched Murong Ting's busy figure, her thoughts gradually returned to normal.
A moment later, Murong Ting placed the warm honey water in her hand.
Kong Wange was about to speak when he stopped her: "Drink some water first."
Kong Wange looked at him, nodded, and drank the water.
The refreshing honey water, neither too hot nor too cold, slid down my throat and into my stomach, bringing an indescribable comfort and soothing sensation.
Her tense nerves completely relaxed at that moment.
She sat quietly, holding her water glass, without saying a word.
Seeing that her complexion had improved considerably, Murong Ting breathed a slight sigh of relief, picked up the stool next to him, and sat down opposite her: "Wanwan, if there's anything you want to say, don't keep it to yourself, you can tell me."
Kong Wange looked up at him, then lowered her head again: "I don't know where to begin."
He knew she had suffered a great shock, so he paused for a moment and guided her with the question, "Since your mother's body is here, then who was it that cremated and buried her back then?"
Kong Wange shook her head.
Murong Ting looked at him with heartache and asked softly, "Then who do you think left your mother there?"
Kong Wange shook her head again: "I don't know."
"Could it be Kong Zhizhao?"
"Impossible. The temperature down there is very low. The coffin and my mother's body were specially treated with very complicated medicines to preserve the body until now. The person who put my mother there must be a doctor. With Kong Zhizhao's medical skills, he couldn't have done that."
Kong Wange took a sip of water and continued, "Besides, Kong Zhizhao has no reason to do this. He wouldn't dare to do something like keeping a corpse in a clinic."
Murong Ting nodded: "Alright, since we can't figure these two questions out, let's not think about them for now. Who do you think poisoned your mother? Is there anyone you suspect?"
Speaking of this, Kong Wange slowly exhaled.
She stared at the water in her glass, not answering directly, but instead began to talk about the past: "Murong Ting, actually I have never met my mother. From the time I was born until I met my master, I had no concept of the word 'mother'. I saw Zhou Liru being nice to Kong Mengjiao, and I also saw other children's mothers being nice to them, but I felt that this kind of care was very far away from me. I envied it, but I knew it didn't belong to me."
Murong Ting's heart ached involuntarily as he listened to Kong Wange recount the past.
He didn't speak, but felt a stifling discomfort.
"Later you went to the countryside..."
“Yes,” Kong Wange nodded, “Actually, objectively speaking, I should also thank Kong Zhizhao for sending me to the countryside, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to live with my master and my brother for so long. Everything I know about my mother later actually comes from my master.”
Murong Ting paused slightly: "Your master... knows your mother?"
Kong Wange nodded: "When he found me back then, he said he was an old friend of my mother's. He showed me a picture of my mother and told me that my mother was a very capable person. Her medical skills were amazing and outstanding. She saved countless lives. She was rational, gentle, intelligent and decisive. In short, my master told me a lot about my mother's life. After listening to her, I felt that my mother was almost a perfect person."
She smiled and said, "Sometimes I wonder if my master has a crush on her, otherwise why is he still unwilling to get married?"
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