roccoschili Chapter 397 The opportunity for revenge has come
Chapter 397 The opportunity for revenge has come
The camera turns to the Guo family. In the past few days, the entire Guo family has been immersed in a haze of grief and anger.
Guo Fanyu’s tragic death was like a bolt from the blue, leaving the Guo family heartbroken.
The eldest son and grandson, the future pillar of the family, had his head chopped off and sent back to the mansion. The bloody scene is still vivid in people's minds. Every member of the Guo family gnashed their teeth in hatred when they mentioned this incident.
Mr. Guo sat on the armchair in the main hall, his face haggard and his eyes bloodshot. He had hardly slept these days in order to track down the murderer.
"We've been investigating for such a long time, and there's still no useful clue?" He slammed the table so hard that the teacups on the table jumped up.
The butler beside him replied cautiously, "Master, the people we sent out have searched every street and alley, but it's as if those clues have been deliberately erased, and we can't find the end."
Mr. Guo sighed, his heart filled with resentment. "I just don't believe it. A living person could be murdered without leaving any trace. Keep investigating. Dig deep to find the murderer!"
Just when everyone was at a loss, a secret letter from Duke Rong's Mansion arrived.
Mr. Guo opened the letter and just after reading a few lines, his face turned very ugly.
"It was actually Chu Lingfeng's people who did it?" he whispered to himself.
The letter also mentioned that the murderers had witnessed Guo Fanyu's transaction with the bandits, and this news shocked Mr. Guo.
Their family's biggest secret was revealed to others, and there was more than one person who knew about it.
"What should I do?" Mr. Guo was extremely anxious and paced back and forth in the hall.
If these secrets were to get out, the Guo family would face a devastating disaster.
But on this East China Sea Island, they cannot kill people wantonly to silence them. After all, there are many forces checking and balancing each other.
At this time, Mr. Guo's second son, Guo Wentao, stood up and said, "Dad, the Rongguo Mansion has caught us. If we don't go along with them, I'm afraid they will leak the secret."
Mr. Guo was silent for a long time, knowing in his heart that his son was right. Now they didn't have many choices, and in desperation, they could only choose to turn to the Rongguo Mansion.
"Well, let's cooperate with the Rongguo Mansion for the time being and solve the current crisis first." Mr. Guo gritted his teeth and made a decision.
The night was as dark as ink, and everything was silent. The courtyard deep in the Guo Mansion was shrouded in a layer of quiet silver gauze. A black figure in night clothes lightly touched the roof tiles, and his movements were as nimble as a ghost. Under the moonlight, his figure disappeared in an instant.
"Tell Madam that the time has come to avenge the eldest young master." Mr. Guo lowered his voice and spoke softly to the inside of the house. His voice was so cold that it seemed to be wrapped in frost.
"Yes." A brief response came from the servant inside the house.
Even in late autumn, the courtyard of the Guo Mansion is still full of flowers in full bloom. The exotic flowers and plants emit charming fragrance and sway gently in the breeze, making it like a paradise.
However, the strong smell of medicine wafting from the house added a sense of heaviness and sadness to this vitality.
"Cough... cough cough... cough cough..." Violent coughing sounds came from inside the house, breaking the momentary silence.
Mrs. Guo, Yao Wanyue, was as thin as paper, with a face so pale that it was almost transparent. She was leaning weakly against the window. The autumn wind was blowing, blowing up a few strands of hair at her temples. Her thin body was swaying in the wind, like a dead leaf that would fall at any time.
"Madam, this autumn wind is so cold, please don't blow too much. You must take care of yourself."
The personal nanny hurried in with a bowl of medicine. Seeing this scene, her eyes were red with heartache. She hurried forward, gently pulled her aside, and then carefully closed the window, as if this could keep all the cold out.
He Li gathered her tattered cloak, her eyes empty and indifferent. She casually glanced at the bowl of steaming bitter medicine, her voice hoarse and desperate: "Mammy, don't waste your energy. I can't get better."
"Oh, my lady, please don't say that," the nanny's eyes were moist and her voice was filled with tears. "Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the master..."
"Hmph..." When He Li heard this, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her smile was full of sadness and bitterness.
Her only son, that vibrant life, left her so cruelly. His death was so tragic that every time she thought of it, her heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of steel needles.
There is no legitimate son in the mansion, but the master's illegitimate sons are still acting recklessly in the mansion.
How absurd it is to ask her, a person who has lost her loved one, to consider the man who has many wives and concubines and many children.
"Madam..." The nanny wanted to persuade her again, but when she saw He Li's cold face, she swallowed the words back.
Ever since the eldest young master passed away, the lady seemed like a different person. Her heart seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of ice, keeping people at a distance.
The nanny opened her mouth, but finally closed it helplessly, sighed softly, and walked out with a bitter face, holding the medicine bowl.
He Li slowly leaned against the bed, tightly holding a light blue purse in her hand, which was embroidered by her son when he was young.
She pressed the purse against her face, tears silently falling, dripping onto the worn bedsheets, leaving a dark stain. The call from her mouth was as weak as the lingering wind of late autumn, almost inaudible: "Yu'er..."
As the room was filled with sad sobs, the black figure appeared in the room quietly like a ghost.
"Madam, the master has something to tell you." The servant's voice was low and mysterious.
He Li's crying stopped abruptly. She seemed to be struck by something. She raised her head suddenly, a trace of eagerness and hope flashed in her eyes. She raised her hand and quickly wiped away her tears, looking at the person who came: "What's the matter? Tell me!"
"The master said that the opportunity to avenge the eldest young master has come."
When He Li heard this, her whole body froze instantly, as if she had been cast under a spell.
After standing there for a moment, tears burst out like a flood. Her emotions instantly lost control and she fell into a frenzy, crying and laughing at the same time, her voice as shrill as the wail of a night owl: "Hahaha... Yu'er... Yu'er... Did you hear that? Mother will make the person who hurt you pay with blood! Mother will tear out his tendons and break his bones, so that he won't rest in peace even in death!"
"Yu'er, don't wait anxiously down there. Open your eyes and watch carefully to see how your mother will avenge you!" Her voice, filled with endless hatred and determination, echoed in the silent room.
"Wuwuwu... Yu'er... Oh my God, Yu'er..." He Li burst into tears, her body shaking violently, as if she wanted to vent all the pain and despair that had been accumulated in her heart for days.
"Yu'er... wait for me... wait for me to come find you..."
Inside the house, sobbing sounds drifted out intermittently, sounding particularly desolate in the silent night.