Chapter 116 Purely Seeking Death

Many people would think that white hair isn’t necessarily ugly. In fact, according to later generations' aesthetics, white hair on a man, as long as he doesn't look old and decrepit, can even give him a certain charm, a different kind of beauty.

When Zheng Fan drew comics in his previous life, he really liked to use this method to shape characters, feeling that it could quickly and effectively highlight the character's temperament.

Furthermore, in later generations, due to the popularity of various hair dyes, people tend to be very accepting of different hair colors.

But at this moment, the Jingnan Marquis,

his white hair,

only presented a kind of desolation, a sadness greater than heartbreak, a ruin that even late autumn couldn't create.

What charm, what image, what this and that, nothing could describe the shock of seeing it.

Zheng Fan's chest felt like it was blocked by a rock, blocked tightly.

For a long time, when facing Tian Wujing, Zheng Fan had been "performing" himself just right.

Intimate casual conversation with the superior, not overstepping boundaries, but not being estranged either, joking and scolding to make him feel that you are his person, and also letting him know that you know how to behave.

But at this moment, Zheng Fan didn't hide it, whether he was too lazy to or felt it was unnecessary, Zheng Fan wasn't sure, he just took a few steps forward, and then looked behind the threshold,

After a short while,

said:

"My lord?"

The Marquis calmly replied:

"She's asleep."

In the Marquis's eyes, there was no sadness, no chaos, and no hysteria. He was very calm, but this calmness was like the stillness before a volcanic eruption.

If you ignored the hair that had turned white overnight, he seemed to be the same as before, nothing had changed.

But Zheng Fan knew that the sadness of some people lies in

their being too strong, too powerful. This is no longer a mask on their face, because the mask has become one with their face.

Sadness lies in the fact that when you want to express your sorrow, you have forgotten how to do it.

You can only sit on the threshold like this, sitting all night.

You have long stripped that emotion from your body, you feel that you will never need it in this lifetime, you feel that it is just a burden to you.

But you didn't expect that one day you would find that you need it more than ever.

It can tell you whether to cry, shout, or be angry, instead of making you like a child who has just learned to walk, confused and apprehensive about the future, helpless and at a loss.

Even the people around you don't know how to comfort you, and no one dares to comfort you. They have become accustomed to your lack of need, and they have become accustomed to your figure standing before ten thousand people.

You and this world are isolated, a suffocating isolation.

Tian Wujing reached out and beckoned to Zheng Fan.

If it were someone else, facing Tian Wujing at this time, they might have knelt down in fear or fled in panic;

After all, an angry lion is not as scary as a lion on the verge of anger. Heaven knows what kind of reaction it will have after enduring to the extreme.

Zheng Fan walked over,

Tian Wujing didn't speak,

Zheng Fan didn't speak either.

In this position, Zheng Fan saw a coffin inside.

Tian Wujing continued to sit there,

Zheng Fan hesitated for a moment, but still didn't dare to step inside.

The atmosphere here was stagnant.

Finally, Zheng Fan took a deep breath and slowly knelt down on one knee towards Tian Wujing.

Tian Wujing turned his face and looked at Zheng Fan kneeling in front of him.

Their eyes met;

A surge of immense pressure crashed down on Zheng Fan, a kind of scrutiny from the soul level, an invisible pressure that made the Demonic Pill in Zheng Fan's chest tremble slightly.

What's done is done.

Zheng Fan bit his teeth,

and said directly:

"My lord, I want to know how Madam died!"

"She just fell asleep, she waited for me to come back for too long, so she fell asleep first."

It's hard to imagine that Tian Wujing would say such a thing.

At this time, what do you need to do to him?

If he wasn't Tian Wujing, you could throw a basin of cold water on him, you could curse at him, you could even step forward and slap him awake.

But precisely because he is Tian Wujing, others dare not,

Zheng Fan,

also doesn't dare.

Because the Emperor's New Clothes only work when the emperor wears them.

Zheng Fan slowly opened his mouth,

Every word he says now could lead to his head being smashed by Tian Wujing's fist in the next moment.

The Demonic Pill couldn't stop it at all.

But Zheng Fan felt that he should say something, should try to do something.

When rural families hold funerals and banquets, neighbors and relatives with good relationships will also spontaneously go over a day or two in advance to help with the work.

Is this courting death?

Yes,

courting death.

Zheng Fan opened his mouth and said:

"My lord... chil... chil... child..."

Zheng Fan could clearly feel his teeth chattering, and his speech was also intermittent.

He was walking a tightrope, and beneath him was an abyss.

He had walked a tightrope before, but that was to pursue some kind of benefit, but now, he really didn't want anything, and he really didn't want to ask for anything.

Zheng Fan felt that he hadn't been so pure in a long time,

purely courting death.

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan,

This look,

was different from before.

Before, no matter what Tian Wujing felt inside, at least his eyes were calm, but now, his eyes carried clear emotions.

He was restraining himself,

He had been restraining himself,

A volcano,

had been restraining its eruption,

and unfortunately,

Zheng Fan's words,

were about to turn all the previous restraint into nothing.

Zheng Fan lowered his head,

but directly hardened his heart,

Damn it,

Just court death then!

Anyway, you, Tian Wujing, have saved my life several times, if it really doesn't work, I'll just pay you back!

"My lord, Madam is gone, whether or not this matter should be investigated, you have to give a clear answer!

Or perhaps you already have some clues in your mind, but I still need you to give a clear answer!

If you don't investigate, my lord..."

"What will you do?"

"I... I'll investigate it myself! I haven't been a father in several lifetimes combined, and I finally had some hope, but now it's gone for no reason, I'm not convinced!"

Saying this,

Zheng Fan simply raised his head, panting heavily, his voice getting louder and louder, almost shouting:

"Arrest those who are suspicious and interrogate them, investigate those with clues, sift through everything from top to bottom, inside and out, once isn't enough, then twice! I don't believe that such a big thing won't have any clues at all.

No matter what, we can't be like you now, my lord, sitting here saying that Madam is asleep!

My lord, you are a man, I have always admired you, but the way you are now really makes your subordinate look down on you.

A big man whose pregnant wife was killed, it's normal for you to be heartbroken, it's understandable if you want to seek death and follow your wife and children, but at the very least, you have to wait until you avenge the deaths first before slitting your own throat!"

After roaring these words,

Zheng Fan felt refreshed,

Extremely refreshed.

After being refreshed, there was only emptiness left. Just die then.

After Zheng Fan finished speaking, silence fell here.

Tian Wujing slowly reached out his hand, Zheng Fan's body trembled,

Tian Wujing's hand grabbed Zheng Fan's shoulder.

Zheng Fan was waiting for his shoulder to be crushed, but it wasn't.

Tian Wujing turned his head and glanced at the coffin behind him,

said:

"Help me find the child, bring him back."

"Child?" Zheng Fan was stunned.

"Juanzi was stabbed through the stomach with a sword."

"Then..."

"I checked Juanzi's body and found another stitched wound on her stomach."

"This..."

"Before going to Tianhu Mountain, Juanzi gave birth to the child, but there is no child in the manor."

Zheng Fan's mind was a bit confused. No, what... what is going on!

"My lord, why did Madam, why did Madam go to Tianhu Mountain?"

The accident happened at Tianhu Mountain.

This was also the most incomprehensible thing for Zheng Fan. Ordinary people would naively think that the Marquis's wife went to Tianhu Mountain to pray for the Marquis who was on a distant expedition.

But who is Du Juan? Is she the kind of ordinary woman who only knows how to ask for help from gods and Buddhas?

Why did she leave the Marquis's manor and go to Tianhu Mountain outside Lichun City?

Moreover,

it is very likely that before going up the mountain,

she forcibly gave birth to the child first.

A woman who had just given birth, a woman who had performed a self-cesarean section and stitched herself up, still went up the mountain?

Why?

There was no cesarean section in ancient times, but ancient midwives did have a way to cut open the pregnant woman's belly with a knife or scissors to take out the child when the child was having a difficult birth and the decision to save the mother or the child had to be made, prioritizing the latter.

Du Juan wasn't an ordinary woman, she had cultivation, but that kind of pain...

So, she knew she might die, so she gave birth to the child first. She went up the mountain to seek death?

"The old man from the palace came and settled down on Tianhu Mountain."

When Zheng Fan heard these words, his mind immediately buzzed and exploded.

He had also heard of the old man in the Yanjing Imperial Palace, the one mentioned by the palace eunuchs. That old man was a qi refiner who was injured to save the former Emperor's family many years ago. His body was incomplete. Afterwards, he lived in the deep palace, teaching the eunuchs the art of qi refining. Wei Zhonghe was also a disciple of that old man.

The Great Yan Secret Intelligence Division has spies and qi refiners. On the surface, Wei Zhonghe controls the Secret Intelligence Division, but in the true sense, the actual leader of the Secret Intelligence Division is that old man.

Tian Wujing slowly said:

"I thought that my heart would never hurt again in this lifetime, but I was wrong."

Zheng Fan said somewhat dazedly:

"So, is it, is it, is it His Majesty..."

Has the Yan Emperor gone mad?

To attack the Jingnan Marquis's offspring at this time, what was he thinking!

Tian Wujing shook his head,

"I don't know, but if that old man hadn't come here, Juanzi wouldn't have gone up the mountain.

I'm sitting here waiting, this Marquis will wait here for a day, waiting for him to come down the mountain, waiting for him to come over, waiting for him to give this Marquis an explanation."

"If... if he... doesn't come down the mountain?"

Hearing this question,

Tian Wujing calmly replied:

"Then the Jingnan Army will be called... the Jingnan Army."