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It wasn't until nightfall that things were roughly settled.
"Young Master, please eat something. From now on, all the affairs of the manor will depend on you." The steward respectfully approached with a tray on which were a bowl of thick porridge and four carefully prepared dishes, two meat and two vegetable.
"Okay, I understand." Han Feng put down his calligraphy brush, took the food, ate a few bites quickly, and then prepared to go to the mourning hall to keep vigil for his father.
However, a maid's scream suddenly rang out in the night.
"what--!"
In the stillness of the night, under the cover of darkness, a sudden scream shattered the heavy, sorrowful atmosphere within the mansion, causing Han Feng's expression to change rapidly.
He identified the sound as originating from the solemn mourning hall within the mansion.
"Could it be that a thief has sneaked in under the cover of night?"
In a flash of thought, he didn't hesitate. He pulled out the gleaming black iron heavy sword hidden under the table and strode towards the source of the sound.
Upon arrival at the scene,
A maid in green robes lay on the ground, her face as pale as paper, her body trembling uncontrollably.
222. Secret Letter on Silk
When her gaze fell upon the entrance to the mourning hall, her eyes were filled with horrifying fear.
May my mother and sister be safe and well!
Witnessing this scene, Han Feng's heart trembled violently.
Like a phantom in the night, he wielded a heavy sword and swiftly approached the entrance to the mourning hall.
However, what he saw before him left him stunned.
Inside the solemn and dignified mourning hall...
Originally, only the father's coffin was placed in the center, surrounded by countless simple and elegant sacrificial flowers. Now, beside the father's coffin, there is a new body.
That was his mother, Yun Niang of the Yun clan.
now,
The mother was dressed elegantly and neatly, with a serene smile on her face and glistening tears in the corners of her eyes. Her left hand tightly held the father's right hand, and the two were bound together by life and death.
His face was serene and peaceful.
"How can it be?!"
Filled with grief and indignation, Han Feng roared and charged forward.
Looking at his parents lying side by side, he felt a surge of intense grief, but even more so, confusion and bewilderment.
"Could it be that someone secretly plotted to murder my mother and deliberately created this illusion?"
At this thought, his heart surged with murderous intent, and his gaze became as ruthless as a wolf's.
They desperately wanted to find the mastermind behind it all and tear him to pieces.
"It's terrible, young master, the old lady..." Just then, the butler's anxious voice came from afar.
Han Feng gripped his heavy sword tightly and suddenly turned towards the entrance of the mourning hall.
The steward came running toward him, carrying a silk scroll in his hands. A red rope was tied around the center of the scroll.
"Butler, what's the matter that you're so panicked?" Han Feng asked coldly, trying his best to suppress his inner impulse.
"This is something the old lady specially left for the young master." The steward rushed over and handed the silk scroll to Han Feng. At the same time, he noticed the unusual changes in the mourning hall and his expression became serious, and he became even more respectful.
Han Feng accepted the secret letter on silk handed to him by the steward.
Upon receiving it, he knew it was true, because the letter bore his mother's unique and mysterious witchcraft mark, which no one else could forge.
He lowered his head slightly, staring at the silk in his hand, his eyes suddenly narrowing.
[To my son Han Feng, Yun Niang's last words]
He quickly untied the red rope binding the silk, unfolded it for a closer look, and the witch's curse mark on the silk flashed once and then disappeared without a trace.
My son, there is no need for your mother to grieve excessively.
The greatest blessing in my life was marrying your father. Now, Yunji is young and ignorant, unable to be independent; please do not easily abandon her.
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To live together, and to die together.
I do not seek to go to the mortal world together, but only to sleep in the underworld together.
[Yunniang's Last Words]
After reading his mother Yunniang's last words, Han Feng was deeply shaken.
until this time,
He then realized that he was living in the chaotic Warring States period.
In this era, women had a lowly status, and when powerful men or members of the royal family died, their wives and concubines often volunteered to be buried with them.
....... .... ...
Even the maids, servants, and guards who usually served them were often forced to be buried alive with them.
"So that's why the personal maids knelt down trembling and turned pale after my father passed away. They were afraid of being forced to be buried with him."
"The reason why the mother chose to end her own life is self-evident."
He put away his mother's suicide note, and all his doubts vanished.
Instead, there is endless grief and remembrance.
……
Three days later,
The original plan was to hold a grand funeral for the parents, and then bury them together in one grave.
However, Han Feng suddenly heard a shocking piece of news circulating outside:
It is said that the crown prince of a small state that split off from the current Yue Kingdom, along with assassins skilled in Baiyue secret arts under his command, brazenly attempted to assassinate the king, Yi.
223. Sudden Enlightenment of the Secret Technique of the Profound Ice Technique
His plot to usurp the throne triggered a dramatic palace coup.
The result was that the king was seriously injured and on the verge of death, while the assassin was captured on the spot and confessed his crime.
They claimed that the assassination was carried out under the orders of the Crown Prince.
The crown prince was thus deposed and imprisoned.
There are even rumors that the deposed crown prince was rescued that night by extraordinary individuals under his tutelage and successfully escaped from prison; his current whereabouts are unknown.
This further confirms the deposed crown prince's guilt in plotting the assassination.
The royal family was furious.
An order has been issued to pursue and capture him at all costs, and to kill him without hesitation.
The Baiyue secret assassin group, created by the deposed crown prince, was also routed under the army's thunderous attack, with almost all its members killed or wounded, and only a handful of survivors.
It was precisely because of this series of sudden changes that
Han Feng had to adjust the originally planned burial date and hold the funeral four days earlier, burying his parents together in an extremely low-key manner.
To avoid attracting too much attention during sensitive times,
The originally planned arrangements for the condolences of the guests could only be rescheduled and apologized to one by one afterward.
In the courtyard,
Han Feng held his younger sister, who was not yet a year old, in his arms, gently rocking and soothing her while singing nursery rhymes, trying to calm the little girl who kept crying.
"Wow wow wow!"
The little girl wouldn't listen at all and continued to cry for her mother.
Tears welled in her eyes, her cries were heart-wrenching and piercing.
This made Han Feng feel irritable.
But when faced with his only younger sister, he could only suppress his impatience and rack his brains to coax the little girl.
Finally, the little girl cried herself to sleep.
The commotion finally subsided.
"call……"
Han Feng let out a long sigh, feeling utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.
Take a short rest.
He looked at the maid standing by the steps below the pavilion and whispered, "Tell the steward to pass on the order that everyone must be on high alert in the near future."
"No one may leave the residence without permission unless it is for official business."