Chapter 1181 - Chapter 1181 Chapter 1183 Man-made Disaster (3)
Chapter 1181: Chapter 1183: Man-made Disaster (3) Chapter 1181: Chapter 1183: Man-made Disaster (3) Qin Zhigu was equally direct. He blurted out, “Dad, I want to ask you, was my uncle’s death a natural disaster, or was it foul play?”
As Qin Zhigu spoke, Qin Weijian was about to pick up the porcelain cup on the table to drink from it. The moment Zhigu said those words, Weijian’s grip on the cup faltered, spilling tea leaves and water all over the table. The cup rolled off onto the floor and shattered with a loud “crack.”
Qin Weijian tried to pick it up, but as he bent over, he seemed to forget that the porcelain had shattered into sharp edges like blades, which sliced a large gash into his palm, from which blood immediately began to flow.
Kong Jie was startled, and even Qin Zhigu himself was shocked. The wound was so large, and the flesh was flayed open with blood continuously dripping. Zhigu could not bother with it any longer and hurried out to call a servant, “Do we have medical supplies at home? My dad has accidentally cut his hand.”
Soon, the servant brought bandages, alcohol swabs, and hemostatic medicine. Others cleaned up the broken porcelain pieces meticulously. Kong Jie, with her own heart racing with worry for her husband, suggested, “Shouldn’t we go to the hospital to have a look? Your condition seems rather serious. Don’t you need a tetanus shot?”
Qin Weijian just shook his head, lips pressed tightly together, his complexion quite pallid.
After a chaotic moment, when the room was tidied and Qin Weijian’s wound had been dressed, and fresh water was poured, Qin Zhigu closed the door once again, leaving only the three of them in the room. Before Zhigu could speak, Kong Jie pleaded with him, “Zhigu, your dad has hurt his hand now. Can’t whatever you have to say wait until later?”
“So, Uncle’s death really does have something to do with Dad, doesn’t it?”
Throughout his life, Qin Zhigu saw his father as overly stern, seldom jesting, and somewhat aloof. There was only one time he saw him panic, which was five years ago, when Qin Zhiyou used his “corruption” to pull him down from his throne at Hanhai.
But back then, it was more anger than panic, unlike now–with even a hint of fear in his eyes.
Seeing his father in such a state now, Qin Zhigu was certain that at the very least, his father knew something about the past incident. It was hard for even Qin Weijian himself to accept, let alone Zhigu.
The father he had always respected, admired, and even feared somewhat, might really have been involved in his uncle’s death? Did he–murder someone?
“Dad, tell me the truth, was it you… who did it? Did you, kill Uncle?”