Chapter 1062 - Capítulo 1062: 451: The Real Culprit (Part 3)
Capítulo 1062: Chapter 451: The Real Culprit (Part 3)
Bai Yi advised, “Girl, in the future, you must not bring this up in front of the Eldest Master.” The Eldest Master loathed Maternal Aunt Liu and Second Master, but he still held great respect for the Old Master.
Mingzhu was still puzzled by Niu Yangchao’s death. She hadn’t even planned to deal with Niu Yangchao when an accident occurred: “Bai Yi, don’t you think that Niu Yangchao picked too good a time? I hadn’t even made a move, and he’s already dead.” It would have been fine if Niu Yangchao’s death was too easy since they had no personal grudges, but Maternal Aunt Liu’s death left Mingzhu feeling stifled with anger. She hadn’t had the chance to gain the upper hand, and Maternal Aunt Liu was gone; it was truly infuriating.
Bai Yi felt a jump in his heart, yet his expression did not change at all: “It can only be blamed on his ill fate.” Bai Yi had leveraged the Marquis’ household’s resources to intentionally make Niu Yangchao’s death appear accidental. Only a select few knew of this matter. Bai Yi was unwilling to reveal the truth to Mingzhu because he didn’t want it to affect the relationship between Mingzhu and Niu Yanghui.
Mingzhu didn’t ask further.
Before going to bed in the evening, Niu Yanghui went to the front courtyard to bring his son back. Old Master Niu reprimanded Niu Yanghui: “You never speak up for her, always running off visiting from house to house, what does that look like? What daughter-in-law acts like that? Can’t be argued with, can’t be scolded, does things her own way, and acts flamboyantly. This doesn’t seem like a daughter-in-law, it’s like someone married back an ancestor.”
Niu Yanghui was actually quite a filial son, especially after Niu Yangchao’s death and Old Master Niu’s severe illness, his filial piety grew stronger: “Father, Mingzhu and Madam Lian have been close since childhood, now they live nearby, what’s wrong with her visiting when she’s bored?” Niu Yanghui, in his heart, also felt it was not good for Mingzhu to visit often, but that was something he could never say to his father.
Old Master Niu was going to speak, but Little Bun grabbed the long beard of Old Master Niu, causing him pain. Old Master Niu lightly patted Little Bun’s small bottom and scolded, “You little rascal, I just said a few words about your mother, and you’re already avenging her?” Little Bun rarely cried, but if he did, hardly anyone could withstand it.
Little Bun, having been scolded, still hugged his grandfather’s neck and laughed heartily.
Old Master Niu’s anger dissipated with Little Bun’s laughter: “The child will stay here today; I’ll take him to sleep with me.”
Little Bun was unwilling and exclaimed, “I want mother and brother.”
Old Master Niu feigned anger: “I’ve spoiled you, you ungrateful boy.” Every night, Little Bun has to return to the Main Courtyard to sleep, and if not allowed, he cries until they agree to take him back. After a couple of times, Old Master Niu also compromised. He wasn’t afraid of his daughter-in-law’s glares, but his heart ached for his grandson. However, despite his words, Old Master Niu only grew more fond of this grandson in his heart. He firmly believed that his eldest grandson would not be outdone by his father in the future.
Niu Yanghui carried Little Bun, who was laughing happily.
Old Master Niu teasingly scolded the little rascal, then turned to ask Niu Yanghui about affairs at the Imperial Court, gave a few pointers, and then let Niu Yanghui return.
Yueyao lived a quiet life but was also aware of the increasing rumors outside about An Zhichen being cold and heartless, disregarding even his biological parents.
Yueyao was worried that this would eventually harm her husband’s career: “Heyue, this will damage your reputation if it goes on. We can’t just sit by and do nothing.” Yueyao loathed these unsavory tactics the most.
An Zhichen’s expression darkened: “Don’t worry, I’ll handle this matter.” It seemed it was time to resolve this issue once and for all.
The next day, An Zhichen went to Marquis Weiyuan’s Mansion to find An Zhiren. An Zhichen, not in the least bit courteous, said, “It’s been over half a month, surely you’ve identified the murderer by now. Are you planning to cover up for the perpetrator by not telling me?”
An Zhiren’s face showed guilt: “Third Brother, I owe you an apology.” The identities of An Zhixiao and An Zhichen had already been entered into the family records, changing them would be extremely troublesome, so everything remained the same.
An Zhichen said calmly, “I just want to know, was the murderer An Zhixiao?” Only Lady Fang and An Zhixiao would make the elder brother shield them. An Zhichen was actually not angry; people naturally favor their close family, so it was human nature for the elder brother to protect his own mother and trueborn brother.
An Zhiren’s expression grew slightly rigid, but eventually, he slowly nodded: “Yes.” Initially, An Zhiren had also thought the murderer was their mother, but after being alerted by An Zhichen, he discreetly investigated further, only to discover the perpetrator wasn’t their mother but rather the second brother.