Chapter 481
A moment later, in the side room to the left of the Huang family's residence, compared to the stunned Mrs. Tian, Father Huang's expression held a trace of fear. He nervously rubbed his hands together, hesitating for a long time before daring to speak.
Due to Huang Baocai's accidental death, Mrs. Tian had been in a daze all day, requiring Father Huang to urge her to eat and sleep. Consequently, no one had tidied their room. Coupled with the funeral arrangements, the entire house was messy and dirty.
Uncleared bowls and chopsticks were still on the table, and discarded clothes piled on the bed, unwashed. Furthermore, it had rained previously, causing the roof to leak, leaving the entire room dark, damp, and emitting a musty odor.
Father Huang nervously glanced at Zhan Feiyu. The young girl before him looked only a few years older than Baocai. Even in her plain, simple dress, her presence here was like a little fairy descended to earth, so radiant that Father Huang found himself slowing his breathing, unable to muster any resentment.
"The dead cannot be brought back to life. Please accept my condolences," Zhan Feiyu realized for the first time that she was quite the schemer. With someone already dead, these polite words offered no comfort whatsoever.
"It was my Baocai's misfortune," Father Huang replied, his voice trembling. If not for the hundred taels of silver, Father Huang might still have harbored hatred for Zhan Feiyu. However, having accepted their money, he felt a pang of guilt.
Moreover, the Third Master, who had delivered the message earlier, had stated that even the county magistrate could not afford to offend this young lady. How could they, ordinary commoners, dare to cause trouble? By complying obediently and not making a fuss, the money would be theirs. Who knew how many children they would have in the future, but offending a noble person could lead to the death of their entire family without them even knowing how.
Just then, Mrs. Tian suddenly looked up. Beneath her disheveled hair, her bloodshot eyes stared intently at Zhan Feiyu, filled with bone-chilling hatred. "You killed my Dabao! You killed my son!"
Her hoarse voice was not loud, but it carried a terrifying, chilling intensity.
Father Huang was startled and, upon recovering, grabbed Mrs. Tian's arm, angrily growling, "Shut up! Dabao's death has nothing to do with the noble lady. Don't spout nonsense!"