Ninth Imperial Glorious Phoenix Chapter 583

Chapter 583: Aftermath

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Su Jin was dead.

Yuwen Chu instinctively didn’t want to tell Mingzhu this news. He smiled, asked for paper and pen, and prepared to write to Mingzhu. At the same time, he didn’t let Tang Chunlai leave, asking him to observe Mingzhu’s reaction closely to make the most accurate diagnosis and treatment.

The one who brought the paper and pen was Su Lan. Her eyes were slightly red, showing that she had cried, but she could still smile at Mingzhu and express her joy at seeing her wake up.

Mingzhu gave Su Lan a comforting look and urged Yuwen Chu to quickly answer her questions. She moved her arms and legs a bit and found that she was unharmed, which relieved her.

The details of the incident were complex and lengthy, so Yuwen Chu only wrote down the most important points for Mingzhu to see. First, Madam Cui was being protected by Li Shumei at the time, and there were no problems. In fact, she had a stroke of luck and showed signs of waking up. Why call it a sign? She could respond when spoken to, and her fingers could move slightly. Tang Chunlai believed that with acupuncture treatment, there might be a chance for her to regain consciousness.

The second point was about how the gunpowder was brought in. It goes without saying about the two unknown women Mingzhu encountered, who had malicious intentions towards her, but the situation next door was different. Lady Ai’s relatives brought several children in, and the children’s pockets were filled with firecrackers they had picked up from somewhere. These firecrackers were not ordinary ones but specially made.

According to Lady Ai’s description at the scene, she said that after the children settled down, they took out the firecrackers to play. Because there were patients and children in the room, there was no intention to ignite them. It was just to compare whose firecrackers were the biggest, most numerous, and most neatly arranged. Somehow, they exploded. In addition to the gunpowder in the main courtyard, several other explosion sites had similar situations.

The third point was that Lady Ai was injured in the explosion, and her relatives were also seriously injured. Several children playing with firecrackers were killed on the spot. Stone was a bit annoyed at the time because he was afraid of being disturbed by other children, so he was carried by the nurse into the inner room and thus escaped. Several female relatives of the Fu family were also injured, some by the explosion and some by falling tiles, bricks, and furniture.

Mingzhu was very anxious and quickly asked, “What about my nephews and nieces?”

Yuwen Chu glanced at her, then wrote on the paper for her to see. The children followed Stone into the room to accompany Madam Cui and see the new bride. So although there was a scare and some minor injuries, no one lost their lives because of it.

Mingzhu breathed a sigh of relief. Had she escaped another disaster? Just as she was about to ask about Su Jin’s situation, Yuwen Chu continued writing. The main courtyard where Madam Cui stayed was completely destroyed, not only cracked everywhere by the explosion but also caused a small fire. In addition, Fu Cong’s Guanhai Residence was also invaded, and after the invaders left, they set fire and killed people directly. At the time, several close friends of Fu Cong were inside, but fortunately, they were safe. Someone had infiltrated among the guests and ignited the gunpowder. Or rather, those people were servants brought in by the guests themselves, the nails planted by Zhongshan Wang in the early years.

Mingzhu trembled as she read, wondering if many people were dead or injured? This was bad; if something happened at Fu Mansion during Fourth Brother’s wedding, then Fu Mansion wouldn’t be able to stand in the capital anymore. They couldn’t afford the medical expenses and funeral costs alone, let alone the lingering fear in people’s hearts.

But Yuwen Chu continued to write calmly. Although the enemy was cruel and cunning, he was not to be trifled with either. He had made early preparations and saved many lives. So the situation Mingzhu worried about not only didn’t happen but also many people were very grateful and convinced of the abilities of Fu Mansion and Ying Wang.

How did he do it? The method was simple. He had long known that Zhongshan Wang’s nails were numerous and deep, so he and Mingzhu used the same method. They gathered the servants accompanying each mansion and concentrated them in one place to minimize losses. The ones who had accidents were those who didn’t listen to instructions and insisted on bringing their servants with them. As for these households, he arranged separate accommodations for them and let them suffer their own consequences.

Then he deliberately let a few people go and secretly followed them to find their lair.

Overall, although the battle was fierce, the unlucky ones were mostly houses and furniture, as well as the assassins themselves and those who didn’t follow instructions. Of course, cases like Mingzhu’s were considered relatively serious.

As Yuwen Chu wrote this, his eyes and expression were filled with guilt. He hadn’t expected the enemy to be so ruthless; it was his failure to take care of Mingzhu.

At this moment, Mingzhu didn’t blame him anymore. She asked him softly, “Is Su Jin gone? What about Dong Hui?”

“Dong Hui was slightly injured. She’ll be fine after some rest,” Yuwen Chu stopped writing, looked at Mingzhu, and said slowly.

Mingzhu understood his lip movements. Two big tears fell heavily from her eyes. He only mentioned Dong Hui, not Su Jin, and kept repeating today’s events as if telling a story, which made her feel uneasy. In fact, it was a tactful way to tell her that Su Jin was no longer alive. Otherwise, if Su Jin was still alive, why would he make it so difficult for her? He could have just told her directly that Su Jin was alive, right?

Yuwen Chu glanced at Tang Chunlai, who quickly stood up and tiptoed out, closing the door gently behind him.

Yuwen Chu then hugged Mingzhu into his arms, not trying to comfort her but gently patting her back. Mingzhu cried bitterly in his arms until she couldn’t cry anymore. She didn’t want anyone to come and wash her face or tidy her up. She just leaned weakly against Yuwen Chu’s chest and whispered, “I want Zhuang Zhuang.”

Yuwen Chu complied, “Okay, I’ll have someone bring him to you.”

Mingzhu continued, “Properly handle Su Jin’s arrangements, give her a decent burial, and call her parents. I want to see them.”

“Okay. I’ve already arranged it,” Yuwen Chu didn’t leave either. He gently placed Mingzhu on the pillow, took Zhuang Zhuang from Su Lan’s arms, and carefully placed him in Mingzhu’s embrace. Regardless of whether she could hear or not, he whispered softly, “Look how well our Zhuang Zhuang is growing.”

Mingzhu looked down at Zhuang Zhuang. He was sleeping soundly, with long eyelashes like small fans, a slightly upturned nose, chubby cheeks, and a plump little mouth, making people want to bite him. She buried her face in Zhuang Zhuang’s swaddle, feeling a pang of sadness.

In her previous life, Su Jin was sent away by her after Su Lan’s death. She never thought that Su Jin would pass away so early in this life.

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