Chapter 7, Accompanying You by Your Side

The smile that had been lingering at the corner of his mouth: "Xiao Zhi, you must pick a few flowers for Grandfather on the way. This delay has made your parents and sisters wait for a long time." After saying this, he lowered his head and slowly admonished Xiao Zhi, "Xiao Zhi, you must not be so mischievous next time, do you understand?"

Zeng Jingyi, who spoke with a smile yet concealed a blade, interjected at this moment, saying with a grin: "Indeed, father, just look at this child's features, they are quite prosperous. I believe that in the future, he will certainly achieve great things like you do." Upon hearing this, Zeng Wanshan finally revealed a smile on his face, affectionately ruffling the short, dark hair of Xiao Zhi: "Xiao Zhi, did you hear that? When you grow up, you must be sensible and strive for success"

Tang Ninghui shook her head, truly surprised: "I am fine. Zhou Lu, what are you doing here?" However, Zhou Lu turned her eyes away, avoiding her gaze: "Ninghui, I can only tell you that I am currently by Zhou Zhaoming's side. You must remember, even if you see me next time, you must pretend not to know me"

The girl responded with "yes," set down the clothes in her hands, and said, "Madam, this way please"

The two doors were wide open, and as everyone looked in, they saw a nearly naked man lying in the corner of the small hall, surrounded by a shocking pool of blood. Only those like Zeng Lianzhong and Zhou Zhaoming immediately recognized that the man had been shot in the head and had died from excessive bleeding

Zeng Jingyi explained with a smile: "This is usually the place where my elder sister takes her afternoon nap. My elder sister, you see, is fond of the tranquility here"

At this moment, Tang Ninghui realized that the two empty seats in the middle were reserved for them. She saw the two individuals being very polite, one addressing the other as "Elder Sister's Husband" and the other calling out "Seventh Younger Brother," as they came together.

Tang Ninghui could not fathom their intentions, becoming increasingly cautious and prudent, ultimately deciding to stay indoors and not venture out

The people outside did not speak, but in the next moment, someone forcefully twisted the doorknob of the washroom. Since the door had been locked by Tang Ninghui, the person twisted it several times, but it was all in vain. Growing impatient, the person raised their foot and with a loud "bang," kicked the door heavily, causing it to sway unsteadily.

Indeed, indeed, Mrs. Qi is blessed by fate.

Not right! This does not sound like a woman's footsteps; it is heavy and clearly the sound of a man's footsteps. How could there be a man in this place

In no time, the ladies surrounded him, showering him with compliments.

At the door, the young girl called out: "Third Miss, the young master has arrived, saying there is a matter at the residence and has asked me to summon you to discuss it."

Tang Ninghui lowered her brows and cast her eyes down, feigning a slight shyness, yet her heart was filled with considerable astonishment. She never expected that he could act in such a manner; it seemed a waste of his talent not to pursue a career as an actor. During these days together, they had maintained a cold demeanor towards each other, discussing topics like northern maple leaves and February blossoms, yet he managed to weave these into a performance, his expressions and tone so convincing that one could not detect a hint of flaw.

Subsequently, Xiao Zhi also greeted the couples Zeng Jingyi and Zeng Heyi among others. Everyone had prepared gifts for the meeting, and for a time, there was nothing else to discuss. The family banquet was filled with laughter and joy, appearing harmonious and peaceful, with no signs of any underlying turmoil.

Zeng Wanshan was originally sitting in the hall when he saw the charming and lovely Xiaozhi, with her red lips and white teeth. He was so delighted that he couldn't contain his joy, and naturally, he could no longer remain seated. He stepped forward and picked up Xiaozhi, his old face filled with wrinkles: "Precious golden grandchild, come, tell grandpa, what is your name?"

Several days later, Tang Ninghui suddenly recalled the expression of Madam Zeng from that day, feeling quite puzzled. She instructed her maid Qiaoqi to retrieve the box. The box was made of high-quality agarwood and had a very ancient design. However, the Zeng family possessed an abundance of gold, silver, and jewels, so how could this box, despite its value, provoke such jealousy in Madam Zeng

When Tang Ninghui and her son emerged from the room, Zeng Lian had already been waiting in the courtyard, clad in his military uniform. Under the setting sun, the light had grown faint, yet his profile remained sharply defined. Tang Ninghui averted her gaze after just one glance.

Tang Ninghui stepped back a few paces, do not go too far.

On the second day after the foreign doctor officially announced the recovery of Xiao, Zeng Wanshan sent his car to pick him up early in the morning

Zhou Zhaoming and others exchanged glances discreetly

Zeng Fangyi subtly signaled her with a glance: "Third sister, don't worry, Mei Mei is fine." Then he asked, "What exactly happened? Where is the dead person?" Only then did Zeng Jingyi come to her senses, her mind unsettled as she pointed towards the hall door: "There, over there... Everyone go take a look."

Tang Ninghui followed Zeng Jingyi through the small hall and arrived at the bedroom. Inside, there was a complete set of European-style dressing table, European-style vanity stool, and a velvet beauty couch, all of which were more exquisitely and luxuriously decorated than those outside

In an instant, Tang Ninghui had already learned of the plans of Zhou Zhaoming and others

Just now, while watching the play, when the servant came to report, I suddenly felt a chill run through my entire body, realizing that I had been too careless. I thought that Zeng Fangyi and the others would not dare to so openly tear apart the facade, yet they did so brazenly and without any concealment. Despite all my precautions, I ultimately fell into the trap set by Zhou Zhaoming, Zeng Fangyi, and the others.

Zeng Jingyi, upon hearing this, stood up with an apologetic expression: "Sister Hui, I will go see what has happened. You take your time changing here, I will be back shortly." Tang Ninghui inclined her body slightly: "If Third Sister has matters to attend to, please go ahead. Just leave the maid and the woman at the door here."

Elder brother-in-law, as the saying goes, those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come. Since this murderer has infiltrated the residence, it is certain that they are not here for the deceased. This dead person is most likely a scapegoat. The murderer has failed this time, and it is possible they will come again for a second or third attempt. Elder sister and elder brother-in-law must strengthen their vigilance and be cautious in all matters. Furthermore, this is elder sister's resting place, yet such an inexplicable incident has occurred. If the murderer did not kill by mistake, it is evident that someone intends to tarnish elder sister's reputation. I urge brother-in-law to thoroughly investigate this matter and restore justice for elder sister.

Seeing the crowd approaching, Zeng Jingyi was just about to speak when she caught sight of Zeng Lian and Tang Ninghui behind her. Zeng Jingyi's expression suddenly changed: "Sister Hui..."

Zhou Zhaoming said: "Then we shall not keep Seventh Brother. Seventh Brother, Seventh Sister-in-law, take care on your journey!"

On the afternoon following the notification to Tang Ninghui, the commander sent someone to deliver supplements such as deer antler and bird's nest, an assortment of exquisite pastries, various toys, and clothing, filling the large back hall to the brim

Smiling as if he understood, he responded clearly and crisply after receiving the guidance from Tang Ninghui these past few days: "Yes, grandfather"

Looking back now, it is truly terrifying, what a close call!

The maids quickly came over to serve tea and water, attending carefully from the side

With an extremely serious expression, he tightly grasped her hands and said, "It's alright, there's no need to be afraid"

As they walked along the corridor to the backyard, they indeed saw Zeng Fangyi with the maids and servants by the side of the stage. Upon seeing everyone approach, Zeng Fangyi wore a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, maintaining her usual dignified demeanor: "Sister Hui has arrived, please take a seat."

It was also this kind of warmth, allowing him to hold it, and that gentle heat seemed to be contagious, eventually causing even her heart to become warm.

Tang Ning's heart sank, feeling as if it was about to leap out of her mouth: "Who? Who is outside?"

Tang Ninghui had changed her clothes in the dressing room. The entire courtyard was extremely quiet, and one could almost hear the sound of the wind passing through the treetops

Upon opening it, she was dazzled by the contents inside; it was actually a box full of jewelry. When her father, Tang Qiufeng, was alive, the Tang family was considered a wealthy household, which is why she was sent to a church school for her education. There, Tang Ninghui had seen many jewels worn by the daughters of the wealthy and powerful families of Ningzhou. Later, at the city hall, she encountered numerous dignitaries and nobles, yet she was still momentarily taken aback.

As the two turned to leave, Zhou Lu suddenly recalled something and rushed into the bedroom, casually taking a qipao from the wardrobe: "We must hurry! They are sending someone!"

Zeng Wanshan, upon hearing this, clenched his fists and said: "Damn it, that smallpox is so vicious, I truly cannot wait to see my eldest grandson, not even for a moment can I endure."

If that person were to touch her, she might as well be dead. Even if she decides not to be a person for the rest of her life, she cannot bear to let those who have laughed at her live their lives unable to hold their heads high.

It was only at dinner time that I realized this day marked the monthly gathering at the residence. Regardless of how busy they were, the children of the Zeng family were required to return to the military governor's residence for the meal

In the garden, the chrysanthemums and the begonia compete in beauty, while the air is filled with the faint fragrance of osmanthus, making it truly a perfect place for an afternoon nap

Madam Zeng sat upright, smiling silently

With a smile, he had already taken a bath under the attentive care of Qiao He, changing into a Western-style white shirt and shorts, and Qiao He even adorned him with a small bow tie. At such a young age, he surprisingly exuded an air of elegance and charm, reminiscent of a refined young gentleman.

It is precisely because of this resemblance that when they met in front of the trading firm that day, he was certain of the identity of the one he laughed at, which led to all of this happening...! ... This is probably what the elders refer to as karmic retribution! She owed him from her previous life, so she has come to repay him in this life!

Although I do not want to admit it, Xiaozhi indeed resembles him to a remarkable degree. Zhou Lu once sighed in front of her: "Look at Xiaozhi, where is your share in that? Those who are unaware might even think you stole him and brought him back."

Tang Ninghui was perplexed: "How could you be by Zhou Zhaoming's side in such a peaceful situation? What on earth is going on?" Zhou Lu made a shushing gesture, listened carefully to the sounds outside, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, said: "Ninghui, this matter is complicated and cannot be explained clearly in a short time. You should quickly change your clothes, and then head south along the courtyard; you will reach the stage."

Madam Zeng, sitting upright beside, wore a faint smile as she sipped her tea intermittently. Upon hearing the conversation, her expression subtly changed. However, this change lasted only a few seconds before it was completely concealed. She took out a set of keys from her sleeve and handed them to a stewardess, whispering a few instructions. The stewardess then took the keys and, accompanied by several maidservants, left to carry out her orders. When Madam Zeng looked back at Tang Ninghui, her gaze was like a poisoned dagger, striking with lethal precision.

The Xiangfei-colored silk cheongsam was already soft and form-fitting, and now, soaked in tea, it clung to her like a second skin, making the situation quite awkward. Zeng Jingyi quickly stood up and used her handkerchief to wipe her, but the more she wiped, the wetter it became: "Oh dear, look at my clumsy hands, it's completely soaked! Sister Hui, I truly apologize, come, come, let's go to the inner courtyard and change into another outfit."

However, a woman cannot withstand a man; Tang Ninghui was relentlessly pressured by him and soon found herself cornered at the window, with no way to retreat.

Tang Ninghui regained her senses, only to see that the fair-faced man was undressing himself without a care. Tang Ninghui's face turned pale, and she stepped back in fear, trembling as she pointed at him: "You... what are you doing?"

Xiao Zhi then ran towards Zeng Wanshan with her little legs: "Grandfather, here are the flowers picked by Xiao Zhi." In fact, it was just a branch of osmanthus she had broken in the yard, the golden, delicate flowers hidden among the lush green.

Zeng He Yi stepped forward to gently massage her, saying: "Mother must be tired. How about we invite the opera troupe to the residence tomorrow to sing a few songs for Mother to enjoy?" Lady Zeng replied irritably: "I feel like there is a needle pricking my eyes; everything I see hurts, and everything I hear is grating."

For a moment, no one responded, and Tang Ninghui felt a slight heaviness in her heart: "Qiao Qin... are you there?" Qiao Qin remained silent, and the surroundings were deathly quiet. Just as she was feeling anxious, a sound of footsteps came from outside.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Tang Ninghui feigned innocence and confusion, pressing a handkerchief to her heart as if to calm her nerves: "Third sister, I do not know what has happened. Just now, I changed my clothes and came out, but I could not find the maids anywhere. I thought they must have gone off to be lazy, so I went out to the courtyard. However, the courtyard of the eldest sister's house is large, and I am rather foolish, which resulted in me getting lost. Fortunately, I eventually encountered a laundry maid, and I asked her to guide me, which is how I found the stage... Just now, I changed my clothes and came out, but I could not find the maids anywhere. I thought they must have gone off to be lazy, so I went out to the courtyard. However, the courtyard of the eldest sister's house is large, and I am rather foolish, which resulted in me getting lost. Fortunately, I eventually encountered a laundry maid, and I asked her to guide me, which is how I found the stage..."

Zeng Wanshan's expression softened slightly: "Who knows, we might as well laugh and say that he is the golden boy born beside the Guanyin Bodhisattva. This is the eldest grandson of the Zeng family! He is the only bloodline of the Zeng family"

However, if even his name is false, what else can be trusted

Zeng Fangyi smiled as she took an item from the maid behind her and personally presented it: "Father, this is the first time meeting my nephew. Zhaoming and I do not have anything of great value, although this longevity lock is not a precious item, it is a small token of our sincerity."

There was naturally no dissent among the crowd, and a group of people quickly arrived at the tranquil courtyard. Zeng Jingyi and several ladies were in the yard, with two of the more timid ladies sitting on the stone table under the rose trellis, being patted on the back by the maid to help them calm down

There is a pearl necklace, each pearl is large and full, with a lustrous sheen. Even finding a single pearl is extremely difficult, yet it astonishingly consists of a long string of them

Tang Ninghui was drenched in cold sweat, realizing that she had reached a dead end and was unable to escape.

Although Zeng Liantong was the only son of Zeng Wanshan, Zeng Wanshan had always adhered to the principles of "cherishing grandchildren over children" and "a filial son emerges from strict discipline." Therefore, he had been extremely strict with Zeng Liantong since childhood. As he grew older and his temperament softened, he suddenly found himself with such a lovely and intelligent grandson, which led him to feel a profound sense of contentment. In this context, he was also very pleased with Tang Ninghui, and upon seeing her, he nodded repeatedly, saying, "Good, good, very good! You have done well, bringing great merit to the Zeng family."

Zeng Fangyi seemed to smile yet not smile: "Look at you, a fallen aristocrat, thinking that just because you are in decline, others are as well. Sister Hui is family to us; how could I possibly feel distressed? Whatever clothes or jewelry you need, just take them and use them. Hurry, hurry, don't let Sister Hui catch a chill"

She was startled and suddenly turned around, finding a familiar face just inches away from her, their breaths mingling.

As he spoke, he shifted his gaze towards Tang Ninghui, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth, which appeared to others as a sign of indulgence: "We are all family, so I won't hold back. Look, she is upset with me. A few days ago, I mentioned that the maple leaves in the north are turning red, more splendid than the flowers in February, and she complained that I didn't take her with me..."

Listening to the words of that woman, it was clear that each sentence was laced with daggers, each word piercing towards Zeng Lian. Tang Ninghui's lowered gaze flickered subtly, unknown to others, as she discreetly observed the speaking woman. She saw that the woman was dressed in a rose-red qipao adorned with peony patterns, vibrant to the extreme. Her complexion was also quite beautiful, with a pair of phoenix eyes slanting into her hair bun, exuding shrewdness. Beside her were two other beauties clad in satin qipaos, both closely surrounding Madam Zeng. One of them was familiar to her, being Zeng Fangyi, whom she had met once. It seemed that these three women were among the renowned Zeng family's four young ladies.

Zeng Jingyi chuckled softly while holding a handkerchief, saying: "Seventh brother, you are in the wrong here. Look at such a trivial matter as the maple leaves; if Hui sister wants to go, you should take her along. Hui sister has every right to be upset, and this time, third sister will not help you. Remember when you were the one who was so generous and magnanimous in the world..." Her words suddenly halted as if she recalled something.

Zeng Jingyi was clearly very familiar with this place. She walked around the bed and opened the gilded and carved wardrobe door with a swift motion: "Sister Hui, take your time to choose. Wear whichever piece you like. I am more voluptuous than you, so you can fit into any of my clothes."

At this moment, caught in a difficult situation, Zeng Fangyi had no choice but to say: "I don't really know what happened. Since Sister Hui is fine, let's all go to that courtyard and take a look."

Zeng Jingyi warmly picked up Xiao Zhi and proudly declared to the ladies, "This is the treasure of our Zeng family, precious indeed! You all must help me keep a close watch on her; if even a single hair goes missing, I will not let you off easily"

After receiving his son Zeng Lian's affirmative response, Zeng Wanshan touched his bald head and repeatedly called out to Buddha and his ancestors, saying, "The Bodhisattva has manifested, and our ancestors are protecting us!" He then shouted, "Quick, quickly send someone to open the ancestral hall! I want to worship our ancestors and report this good news to our forefathers!"

Zeng Jingyi said with a beaming smile: "My dear sister, the eldest sister is busy inside and specifically instructed me to welcome you here. Now that you have arrived, let us go to the backyard."

Zhou Zhaoming said: "Seventh brother has always been busy with important matters, it is rare that today you could take the time to bring your wife and children to our residence for a small gathering, it truly brings honor to our humble abode, and I am immensely grateful." Zeng Lian said: "Elder brother-in-law, you are being too modest. You know me, my talents are limited, and I usually just follow my father's instructions to get things done. It is actually elder brother-in-law who is busy with countless affairs and worries, so you must take care of your health. However, elder sister is gentle and considerate, always taking great care of elder brother-in-law, I truly envy you very much."

As she retreated, she grabbed picture frames, vases, and other items to throw at that person

After a brief pause, he said, "Given the recent events at the residence, we shall not impose further today and will take our leave for now"

Tang Ninghui felt as if she were in a dream

Zeng Wanshan looked at the smiling face and felt an overwhelming sense of joy. Tang Ninghui also benefited from this happiness. In his excitement, Zeng Wanshan said: "I have always been clear about rewards and punishments. This great achievement of yours must be rewarded handsomely. Someone, bring me the box that the old lady left behind back in the day..."

After walking a short distance, I saw a group of people hurriedly making their way into the courtyard. At the forefront was Zeng Liantong, dressed in military uniform, his face dark and his steps brisk.

Zhou Lu pushed the door open and entered a room, gently closing the door behind her. She let out a long sigh of relief: "That was close, I finally wasn't caught." After saying this, she grasped Tang Ninghui's hands tightly, examining her from top to bottom with great care, her big, watery eyes filled with worry and concern. "Ninghui, are you alright?"

Standing behind Madam Zeng, the sixth miss of the Zeng family, Zeng Heyi, who had always been the most favored by Zeng Wanshan, spoke at this moment: "Father, look at how happy you are, it's just osmanthus."

Tang Ninghui followed Zhou Lu, turning left and right, with the faint sounds of gongs, drums, and opera in her ears, though she had no idea where they had ended up. Zhou Lu was clearly very familiar with the surroundings, weaving and stopping every few steps, skillfully avoiding many guard posts. In the vast courtyard, they surprisingly encountered no one.

Recalling the matter of the smallpox vaccination, his brows furrowed again: "Do those foreigners truly have confidence in this vaccination?" He nodded in agreement: "Father, please rest assured! It has improved by seventy to eighty percent. Given the current situation, it should be fully cured in a few days."

Zeng Fangyi approached with lingering fear and a look of panic, saying: "Sister Hui, are you alright? Your third sister just sent someone to say that a man died mysteriously in my courtyard, and you are also missing... Seventh brother is very worried and is about to head to that courtyard."

Someone from outside fired a shot with a loud "bang," unlocked the door, and pushed it open.

Tang Ninghui followed closely behind Zeng Liandong, holding Xiao Zhi's hand, and finally met the renowned local overlord of the western region in the Zeng family's grand hall

They arrived late, and the whole family was already there. As soon as they stepped through the door, a delicate voice, half-smiling and half-pouting, reached their ears: "Seventh brother, your airs are getting bigger and bigger; you made father wait for a whole tea's worth of time."

The Zeng family held immense power in the northwest, yet they had no bloodline. Zeng Wanshan was well aware of this, and secretly, he knew how many people were cursing him for his numerous misdeeds, which ultimately led to his being left without an heir.

If it were not for the schemes personally laid out by Zeng Fangyi, Zeng Jingyi, and others, one would almost believe Tang Ninghui's words. Zeng Fangyi and Zeng Jingyi exchanged glances, thinking: This woman actually possesses such excellent acting skills and means; no wonder she could make Zeng Lian and this fellow submit so completely. It is only to blame that we underestimated her.

Tang Ninghui naturally knew that Zeng Jingyi thought her scheme had succeeded, so she brought Madam Zhang and others to catch her in the act, but unexpectedly, they only found a dead body. She silently listened as Zeng Jingyi continued: "Later, I searched everywhere but couldn't find Sister Hui. I was so anxious that I didn't know what to do, fearing something had happened to Sister Hui... so I hurriedly sent someone to inform you all, asking you to come and take a look..." At this point, Zeng Jingyi's malicious gaze fell on Tang Ninghui, "Sister Hui, what... what is going on? Please tell your sisters, is it..."

At this moment, the heart that had been restless finally settled back into its original place. He hurried over, disregarding the gazes of those around him, and grasped Tang Ninghui's hand tightly, repeatedly asking: "Where have you been just now? Did you encounter anything?"

As they sat in the car, Zeng Liantong looked at Tang Ninghui up and down several times, feeling a lingering fear: "Are you alright?" Tang Ninghui shook her head pale-faced. Zeng Liantong embraced her tightly, saying nothing.

Retracting her thoughts, she took two steps back. From this perspective, with long legs and long arms, their smiles and even their figures seemed to be carved from the same mold.

Zeng Fangyi saw her eyes wide open and blank, her face as pale as snow, looking delicate and timid, as if she had been frightened. However, as the eldest daughter, she had followed her mother, Madam Zeng, since childhood and had witnessed her mother's methods of dealing with people. Naturally, she understood that this carefully prepared trap had already been seen through by Tang Ninghui. She thought to herself: "Everything was in place, only lacking the right opportunity. It seems I have underestimated this woman. Look at her calm demeanor; I thought she would be easy to manipulate, but unexpectedly, today she has turned the tables on me."

The man approached with a lewd grin, saying: "Don't be afraid, beautiful. I will be gentle... Once you experience my methods, you will likely not want to leave me even if I beat your legs..." Tang Ninghui stepped back step by step, raising her voice to scream: "Someone! Quickly, someone! Help... Help me..."

Tang Ninghui was taken aback by a cabinet full of colorful clothes. Zeng Jingyi smiled faintly and said, "Sister Hui, feel free to choose; there's no need to be polite with your elder sister. This is merely a resting place for me. The space for clothes in my bedroom is several times larger than this."

On this day, the maid Qiaoqin brought over an invitation, stating that it was sent by someone from the Zhou residence for the madam. Tang Ninghui opened it to find that it was an invitation from Zeng Fangyi, asking her to attend a performance, and it specifically noted that she must bring along Xiao Zhi.

Zhou Lu firmly grasped her hand: "Ning Hui, you must take care of yourself and Xiao Zhi." Tang Ning Hui, filled with reluctance, replied: "You too, take good care of yourself."

Zhou Lu stepped forward, grasped her hand, and said anxiously: "Ning Hui, hurry! Come with me quickly!"

The Zhou residence is not far from the Zeng residence, and it took only a moment to arrive. Under the guidance of the maids, Tang Ninghui and Xiao Zhicai stepped into the courtyard, where they saw Zeng Jingyi, dressed in a begonia-colored satin qipao with golden threads, coming out from the hall with a smile, accompanied by several female relatives: "Sister Hui, you have finally arrived. We have been waiting for you for quite some time."

What was said was merely superficial pleasantries. Zeng Fangyi clearly had a fondness for vibrant clothing; at a glance, the wardrobe was filled with shades of rosy blush and autumn fragrance, bright and dazzling like a burst of morning glow. Tang Ninghui casually picked out a lighter, loose-fitting water green qipao and said, "Please wait a moment, Third Sister."

It was too quiet! Tang Ninghui faintly sensed that something was amiss, so she called out to her maid: "Qiaoqin!"

Now, out of the blue, there is an additional grandson, the eldest grandson of the Zeng family, who is simply happier than if he had conquered several cities. That day, when he heard Zeng Liantong recounting the amusing incident, even Zeng Wanshan, who had followed Prince Gong in his youth and had been through both perilous and fiery experiences, could not help but be momentarily stunned. Coming to his senses, he grasped his son's shoulders and repeatedly asked, 'Is this true? Is this true? You must not be deceiving me!'

The people kept in the dark naturally have no doubts whatsoever

In a moment, the maid returned with a box for Tang Ninghui. Before Tang Ninghui could give any instructions, Qiao He, who was behind her, had already stepped forward to take it. Tang Ninghui bowed slightly and expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, General, thank you, Madam"

Upon seeing Zeng Fangyi rise, she smiled and said: "Eldest sister, today you are the host, so stay here and accompany Seventh Brother. I will take Sister Hui out for a bit and return soon. I will ensure that Sister Hui carefully selects what she likes from your heart, so do not feel distressed."

Tang Ninghui's gaze drifted vaguely to the corpse, then hurriedly shifted away in alarm: "But how could there be a dead person here, at least not for a while?"

Although it is broad daylight, the entire courtyard is eerily quiet, with not a sound to be heard, as if only the sunlight is moving silently.

Madam Zeng raised her eyes: "Little brat? Wasn't that little bastard just a little brat back then? Now he makes things difficult for us everywhere. I only regret not having eliminated him back then."

Tang Ninghui seized the opportunity to dash out from the dressing room, yet the man with the pale face did not stop her, allowing her to run wildly. Before she could reach the door, a crisp click was heard from outside, clearly indicating that the burly man had locked the door from the outside.

With a smile, he lowered his head: "I understand, Father." The aggrieved little appearance softened Zeng Wanshan's heart, and he hurriedly waved his hand: "It's nothing. My precious golden grandson, come here quickly to your grandfather."

Tang Ninghui was quite perplexed

Madam Zeng took a sip of tea, reached up to smooth her temples, and then said: "I must have been a bit lightheaded just now. I don't know what's been going on these days; I feel suddenly cold and then hot, my heart racing, and I haven't felt at ease for a moment."

The phrase "unfathomable and unclear" was pronounced with great emphasis, as if fearing that others might not understand. As soon as Zeng Fangyi opened her mouth, Tang Ninghui was prepared, knowing they were about to challenge her. Therefore, upon hearing the words "dead person," she instinctively shrank her body closer to Zeng, immediately adopting a startled expression, gently covering her red lips with her hand, and tremblingly said: "D-dead... a dead person? How... how could such a thing happen?"

The person outside kicked the door with greater force, and with a loud "bang," the door was kicked open. A burly man with a sinister and cold demeanor stood before Tang Ninghui, and behind him was a slick and frivolous man.

Zeng Jingyi said: "This is nature." She turned to instruct the maid, "You all stay at the door and take good care of Mrs. Qi."

She waved her handkerchief and smiled discreetly: "Sister Hui, quickly have some tea to calm down, don't pay attention to them. These foul men only know how to provoke our anger."

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang," as if a tremendous sound had exploded right beside her ear. The man who had been pressing down on her rolled aside with a thud. Tang Ninghui hugged herself, trembling as she crawled up from the carpet.

At this moment, Zeng Liantong spoke up: "Elder sister, brother-in-law, I have something to say that I am unsure whether I should or should not. " Zhou Zhaoming's expression changed slightly; he naturally knew that Zeng Liantong's words would not be pleasant. However, due to the presence of others and the pressure of the situation, he had no choice but to say: "Seventh brother, we are all family, so there is nothing inappropriate to say. Please go ahead and speak.

The small hall is arranged in a Western style, with a luxurious crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The floor is covered with a thick, soft beige carpet featuring dark, intertwined floral patterns. Stepping on it with leather high-heeled shoes feels as if one is walking on clouds. One wall is adorned with a European-style fireplace, and the black velvet curtains with golden edges add to the elegance. On a finely crafted Western-style table, several silver photo frames of various sizes are displayed. A beautiful vase filled with blooming flowers creates a cluster that resembles swirling clouds. Upon closer inspection, it becomes apparent that the flowers are made of silk, crafted so realistically that it is difficult to distinguish them from real ones.

The little girl replied "yes," and Zeng Jingyi then went out.

Tang Ninghui frantically pulled at the doorknob, shouting: "Open the door! Open the door!" However, the two doors were locked tightly and could not be opened. Tang Ninghui then went to the window: "Is anyone there! Please, someone! Help! Help!"

Zeng Wanshan picked up Xiao Zhi with one hand, and a once-great hero had now become Maitreya Buddha: "Xiao Zhi is truly a good child, always thinking of his grandfather!" He leaned in to smell the flowers, praising endlessly, "Fragrant, this osmanthus this year is truly fragrant!"

Tang Ninghui then thought that Zeng Fangyi and Zeng Jingyi were putting on a show in front of others to maintain the harmonious reputation of the Zeng family, so she no longer declined further and sat down with a smile. After everyone was seated, she realized that there were still two empty chairs in the center between her and Zeng Fangyi.

The man approached, bare-chested, pressing down on her. Tang Ninghui struggled desperately, kicking with her feet, clawing with her hands, and even headbutting: "Get away! Get away..."

Since a post has already been made for her, and it is the first time, this face must be given.

Tang Ninghui followed Zhou Lu's instructions and walked straight south along the path. After passing through two gates, she encountered a young maid carrying a basin of laundry, who appeared to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features. The maid bowed her head and curtsied to her, and Tang Ninghui quickly called out to her: "I am a guest invited by your mistress, and I am on my way to the theater. Please lead the way for me."

Tang Ninghui felt that she had already lost all hope, perhaps biting her tongue to end her life was the best outcome

During the performance, Zeng Jingyi repeatedly showed humility, and Tang Ninghui had no choice but to select the celebratory operas "Man Chuang Hu" and "Tian Guan Ci Fu". Zeng Fangyi and others each chose two operas.

A faint smell of blood permeated the air. Tang Ninghui's gaze suddenly fixed on a person, as she saw fresh blood gushing from their head. That person had been shot!

As Tang Ninghui took the tea, Zeng Jingyi seemed to be inattentive, her hand relaxed, and with a sound of "Oh dear," more than half of the cup of tea spilled onto Tang Ninghui's qipao.

It is evident that someone has tampered with it, as every window has been sealed from the outside. It seems that this was premeditated. Zeng Fangyi, Zeng Jingyi, and others had planned everything, waiting for her to fall into their trap

Xiao Zhi obediently replied "yes". How could such a clever and bright child not be cherished? Zeng Wanshan found himself increasingly fond of Zeng Xiao Zhi.

Having left the mother and son here for several days without any concern, how could their sudden appearance before her today not startle her

Tang Ninghui pretended not to know what had happened and exclaimed in surprise, "What’s going on? Why is everyone not watching the show?"

Although he and she had a marriage certificate at the beginning, adorned with images of flowers and magpies, which was so gaudy and cheerful that it was almost unbearable, she looked at it with immense joy in her heart, simply because it also bore... also bore their names... in large characters: Lian Tong, Tang Ninghui

Tang Ninghui stared at him in confusion. Could it be that he wanted her to go with him? This was their family gathering; what identity could she possibly have to attend? A mistress, a concubine, or a secondary wife?

While the crowd was listening with great interest, a group of armored attendants entered the courtyard, among them were two individuals, namely Zhou Zhaoming and Zeng Liantong.

Zeng Fangyi poured himself a drink and said slowly: "Mother, you should relax and take your time; everything must be considered in the long term"

Zeng Fangyi hurriedly dismissed the maidservants, saying, "You all may leave now." Zeng Jingyi poured a cup of tea and presented the enamel tea cup with a red base and floral design, saying, "Mother, why must you go to such lengths, taking out your frustrations on these fine things"

What she said was merely polite formalities. As soon as the box was opened, everyone saw a golden longevity lock lying on the black velvet cloth, inlaid with various gemstones, exquisite and valuable, clearly indicating its high worth

Zeng Lianzhong, Tang Ninghui, and others were naturally unaware that once Madam Zeng returned to her room, she violently smashed a Qianlong period white-ground, famille rose floral double-dragon ear vase, grinding her teeth and coldly sneering: "Look at his arrogant demeanor, just a mere man with a handle, who knows how long he can live!"

He stepped forward and casually draped the pearl necklace around her neck, then admired it for a few seconds, exclaiming: "Not bad! It matches perfectly with the qipao you are wearing, just wear it!"

Having held Tang Ninghui's hand all along, he now noticed the trembling of her fingertips, realizing that she was afraid, and gently turned her hand over to offer comfort

Tang Ninghui handed Xiaozhi's hand to Zeng Liantong. In the moment their fingers met, she lightly touched his warm skin

It is evident that she has fallen into the trap set by Zhou Zhaoming and others, but it remains unclear how they intend to deal with her. Tang Ninghui can only resent her own carelessness.

Tang Ninghui naturally declined a few times: "I dare not, I dare not. With all the elder sisters present, how could Ninghui dare to take the seat?" However, Zeng Jingyi, who was beside her, smiled and took Tang Ninghui's hand, urging her to sit down, warmly saying: "Sister Hui, please take a seat. Today, we are all friends and acquaintances, quite familiar with each other, so it is not a problem."

Seeing Tang Ninghui standing still, Zhou Lu pushed her into the washroom: "Move a little faster. You should realize by now that you have fallen into the trap set by Zeng Fangyi and the others. Don't think too much about it anymore; the most important thing right now is to change your clothes, touch up your makeup, apply some blush and lipstick, and present yourself in high spirits before them."

Fortunately, after changing her clothes and with Zhou Lu's assistance in reapplying her makeup, she appeared radiant and could easily spin this lie without a trace, leaving no room for suspicion among the crowd. Had she maintained the disheveled hairstyle and torn qipao from earlier, even with the same words, no one would have believed her. Soon after, within half a day, the entire Luzhou City was abuzz with rumors of her unseemly conduct.

Zeng Fangyi had been sitting quietly on the side, but at this moment, he smiled faintly and said: "Mother, please do not worry. This little bastard is still just a young brat and does not warrant such concern."

Zeng Fangyi said: "Nowadays, Zeng Lian is indeed not to be underestimated. However, mother, no matter how capable he is, he cannot be perfect in every aspect. As long as we have a clever plan, what is there to fear..." Madam Zeng raised her hand to signal Zeng He and Yi to stop their teasing, and with great interest, she asked: "Fang'er, what do you mean?"

After waiting for a while, Zeng turned around and lightly raised his thick black eyebrows, saying, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

At that moment, upon seeing Tang Ninghui, the entire person immediately relaxed significantly

Don't touch me ... ... Go away! Go away ... ...

After settling in the Zeng residence, Zeng Fangyi, Zeng Jingyi, and others became very warm and friendly, frequently sending food and entertainment to Xiaozhi every few days. Each time, they would also bring along some clothing, jewelry, perfume, and cosmetics for Tang Ninghui

If it were not for the fact that this illness of laughter is truly perilous, I would have flown here long ago, soaring over countless mountains.

In an instant, everyone seemed to gather around with concern, offering comforting words: "Young Master Seven, it is good that Madam Seven is fine"

Zhou Zhaoming could only repeatedly say: "Certainly, certainly"

Upon hearing this, Zeng Wanshan's expression changed slightly, and he reprimanded with displeasure: "What do you know, girl? The flower is indeed just a osmanthus, but what is rare is the child's heartfelt intention." While saying this, he patted Xiaozhi's head affectionately, "Xiaozhi, you are a child with filial piety!"

Tang Ninghui's face turned angry as he said in a deep voice: "Do you know who I am? You truly have the audacity of a bear and the courage of a leopard to dare to set your sights on me. If I lose even a single hair, you can just wait for the consequences..." The burly man seemed to have heard nothing, showing no fear as he shouted at the young man: "Hurry up and get this done." After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Tang Ninghui brought her maid Qiaoqin and followed Zeng Jingyi through the courtyard, winding through the corridors, taking several turns and twists, before finally entering a deeply secluded courtyard.

In an instant, the sound of gongs and drums filled the courtyard, accompanied by the melodious singing of the performers.

Madam Zeng still sat gracefully with a smile, as if her brows had never been furrowed.

She stood there in a daze, unresponsive. A hand reached around her waist from behind, with long fingers, taking the string of pearl necklaces, and said lightly: "I didn't expect the old man to care so much about this grandson"

Tang Ninghui observed discreetly, but she could not see Zeng Jingyi and several ladies who were flattering her.

Zeng Jingyi had secretly exchanged glances with Zeng Fangyi, suppressing the countless doubts in her heart, and began to narrate: "Just now, I accompanied Sister Hui to the elder sister's resting place to change clothes. Because Ji Xin sent a maid to look for me, I returned to the stage. Once Ji Xin's matter was resolved, I planned to return to the courtyard to find Sister Hui. Coincidentally, Madam Zhang and the others felt a bit bored listening to the opera, so they said they would come with me to stroll in the garden... Who would have thought... As soon as we entered the courtyard, we saw this dead person. We are all delicate women, and for a moment, we were all so frightened that we were dumbfounded..."

Tang Ninghui felt the damp, cold sweat in Zhou Lu's delicate palm. It was only at this moment that she truly realized that the person who had saved her in that critical moment was indeed Zhou Lu.

As she was leaving, Zhou Lu hugged her tightly and asked, "Ning Hui, has this bastard treated you well?" Tang Ning Hui was taken aback for a moment and silently nodded her head

The courtyard where they currently reside is both connected to and separated from the governor's office, with only two courtyard doors linking them during the day. By evening, once the lock is secured, it becomes a small residence in its own right

Zeng Wanshan, clad in military attire, with a gleaming gun at his waist, smiled without a hint of fear: "Grandfather, my name is Xiaozhi." Zeng Wanshan nodded with considerable satisfaction: "In the Analects, it is said, 'One laughs only when one is happy; people do not tire of laughter.' Xiaozhi, Xiaozhi, this name is well chosen, it is quite interesting!" He immediately took a fresh and glistening jade Buddha from around his neck and hung it around his precious grandson's neck, his face radiating indulgence in every wrinkle. "This was awarded to me by the Empress Dowager herself for my meritorious service in protecting the emperor. This is a treasure of the Zeng family; do not lose it, it must be cherished and passed down through generations. Today, Grandfather passes it to you, Xiaozhi, and this treasure will rely on you to carry it forward for our Zeng family in the future."

He patted his son's back and said: "Good boy, why haven't you taken the flowers to Grandfather yet? Didn't you insist all the way that you wanted to give them to Grandfather?"

What caught my eye was a charming and alluring face! It was actually Zhou Lu! Zhou Lu, dressed in the uniform of the Zeng family army, looking even more enchanting and captivating!

It seems like many years ago, when she first met him, she was on the balcony, and he smiled as he reached out his hand to her... The night fell all around, with only a few electric lights casting a dim glow... She was momentarily taken aback, and only then did she place her smiling hand into his palm

On that day, Tang Ninghui took Xiao Zhiqian to the Zhou residence

That set of jade bracelets, pendants, and hairpins, when gazed upon, appears so vividly green that it seems as if it could drip with water at any moment. Even if she does not understand, she knows that this must be of the highest quality

Zeng Fangyi's gaze met that of Madam Zeng, and the next moment, Zeng Fangyi smiled and said: "Indeed, father, my little nephew not only has filial piety but is also quite handsome. The other day, I accompanied my mother to Guanyin Temple to pay respects, and I saw the golden boy standing beside Guanyin Bodhisattva, looking very adorable with his round face. At that time, I felt that he looked increasingly familiar, but I couldn't recall where I had seen him before. Now, upon closer inspection of my little nephew, it has indeed solved my confusion"