Good Ending: She Swears She Will Not Let Him Die!

Chapter 108: Chapter 107: Wretched Offspring

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Mrs. Chen was kneeling there, wanting to speak, but she felt as if her throat was blocked by something; she couldn’t say a word.

She was too ashamed to speak those words, too ashamed to utter even a single word.

Zhen Wenqian stood to the side, his face pale, head lowered, not making a sound.

"Oh, so no one speaks, and you want me to guess, do you?" Old Master Zhen’s voice was as cold as ice.

Zhen Wenting felt a chill on the back of her neck. She looked at Mrs. Chen kneeling there and then at Zhen Wenqian, who was standing like a wooden chicken, and immediately felt an inrush of anger.

She lifted her foot and kicked forcefully at the back of Zhen Wenqian’s knee. He was unprepared and stumbled forward, falling to his knees.

Zhen Wenting snorted, "Mother is kneeling because of you, and Brother can just stand there indifferent!" freёwebnoѵel.com

"A proper young lady, how can she be so unruly!" Zhen Zishan arrived upon hearing the news, and upon entering the room, saw the scene, his face immediately lengthened.

Zhen Wenting held her head high and said, "Father says I am unruly? Why not ask whether Brother is unruly?"

Zhen Zishan swallowed his anger and first saluted his parents.

A row of people were kneeling at the door of the courtyard; naturally, he saw it upon entering and had a faint feeling things weren’t good, so he said, "Then tell me, what kind of unruliness did Qian show?"

Zhen Wenting curled her lip. Mrs. Chen was speechless, and Zhen Wenqian was being so non-responsive. If she didn’t speak, should they wait for Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Zhen, or Du Yunluo to cry buckets of tears and snot?

"I’ll say it!" Zhen Wenting spoke quickly, especially in such situations where her heart was full of urgency and anger. She spoke as if pouring beans, explaining everything: Zhen Wenqian got drunk in the temple, acted crazily, rushed into Du Yunluo’s chamber, kicked down the door disregarding the maids’ obstruction, forcing Du Yunluo to escape through the window with her hair down, and then passed out and snored in the room.

Old Mrs. Hou was dumbfounded and waved Du Yunluo over, "Did you really climb out the window? Did you fall? Are you okay, really okay?"

Du Yunluo could tell Old Mrs. Hou was concerned about whether she had suffered any losses. She quickly shook her head to reassure her, "Grandmother, I’m alright, just got a scare. See, I’m just fine."

Old Mrs. Hou, upon hearing this, heavily patted Du Yunluo’s back twice. This child, having suffered such grievances, was still comforting her, an old lady.

Zhen Zishan felt his legs weaken, and he clutched the back of a chair to steady himself, gritting his teeth and said, "Qian, did you really..."

"Why do you ask this scoundrel anything!" Old Master Zhen slammed the table loudly, "If nothing happened, would your wife be kneeling here? Would he stay silent? Well well, what an accomplishment! Truly..."

Old Master Zhen was getting on in years, his anger overwhelming him, causing him to feel faint and almost fall backward. The people around him were thrown into a panic, shouting and rushing to rub his chest and pinch his philtrum, managing to steady him.

Even so, Old Master Zhen was still huffing and puffing heavily, his voice trembling, "During New Year’s, we asked you all, and you disagreed. Now, again causing trouble, this is because you think your grandparents live too long, pushing us to die sooner, isn’t it!"

These words were heavy. The weight of not being filial was crushing, unbearable.

Zhen Zishan kneeled before the Arhat Bed, repeatedly bowing his head in apology.

Old Master Zhen closed his eyes, not looking, only asking, "Where did the wine come from?"

Zhen Wenqian shuddered all over.

Seeing his son remain silent, Zhen Zishan suddenly turned around and shouted, "Are you mute? Your grandfather is asking you!"

Zhen Wenqian’s forehead remained pressed to the ground, still silent.

Mrs. Chen saw this and rushed over, pounding his body with her fists, "Speak! Who gave you the wine? How could you drink and then go looking for Yunluo? You shouldn’t and couldn’t have gone looking for her."

"Shouldn’t? Couldn’t?" Zhen Wenting cried out, "Mother, are you truly ignorant or pretending?

During New Year, I said, asking Brother to marry Yunluo would be fine, but Brother said Yunluo was pampered; when she stayed here as a child she was difficult to please, everyone at home had to give way to her.

I don’t understand; as a child, it was me who gave way to her, me who compromised, and I’ve forgotten it over the years. Why, Brother, do you remember it so clearly?

You refused to marry; if you won’t, then don’t, but now she has an imperial decree and is betrothed, why are you causing such trouble?

Previously you looked down on her, now seeing she’s different from before, you’re interested; what kind of reasoning is that?

If you knew today, why bother back then?"

Zhen Wenting’s every word was like a sharp stab into Zhen Wenqian’s chest.

Mrs. Chen turned her tearful eyes away. She knew Zhen Wenting was unforgiving when she had the upper hand, but when these words hit her, she found it hard to take.

Zhen Wenting continued talking nonstop; Mrs. Chen had a thought flash across her mind and loudly interrupted her daughter, "Sister Ting! Did you say these words to Qian over the past few days?"

"So what if I did?" Zhen Wenting retorted, "Is he afraid of having these thoughts spoken?"

"You..." Mrs. Chen couldn’t breathe, collapsing to the ground, pointing at Zhen Wenting, shaking her head.

This explained why Zhen Wenqian suddenly sought out Du Yunluo; if he had any ideas, they were buried in his heart, all stirred up by Zhen Wenting.

Yet, for Mrs. Chen to scold Zhen Wenting in front of Old Master Zhen and Old Mrs. Hou, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Ultimately, it was Zhen Wenqian himself who went mad. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Old Mrs. Hou, exhausted, waved her hand, indicating them to stop causing trouble, as the old master’s body couldn’t handle it.

The situation was clear, but processing the aftermath wasn’t easy, there were too many considerations.

For now, they’ll have to handle it in a compromise, and deal with the subsequent matters later.

Old Mrs. Hou called Mrs. Wang to come forward, "Your sister-in-law has no heart to clean up the mess; go ask those serving Qian who provided the wine. Also, talk to those who went to the temple today; they’re not allowed to spread wild stories."

Mrs. Wang nodded in reply.

Old Mrs. Hou continued, "Sister Ting, your mother is exhausted from the day; help her back to rest, and remember, keep your mouth shut, don’t ruin the family’s reputation; Zishan, Qian is your responsibility. The old master needs peace, do what you must."

Zhen Wenting pouted, thinking aloud how even such things could be done, questioning what reputation this family still had.

Despite her ongoing silent grievances, she ultimately followed Old Mrs. Hou’s instructions and supported Mrs. Chen out.

Once Zhen Zishan and Zhen Wenqian had also left, Old Mrs. Hou instructed the servants to help Old Master Zhen to the inner room to rest and pulled Du Yunluo to sit beside her, quietly saying to Mrs. Zhen, "You’ve been silent since returning; tell Mother what you think. Mother will listen. Whatever decision you make regarding this, we’ll abide by it; I’ll speak to your father."

Mrs. Zhen, eyes flushed, turned her head away.

Du Yunluo stared blankly at Old Mrs. Hou; these words were exactly the ones Mrs. Zhen had said to her in the carriage.