Do Not Offend the Reborn Wicked Wife Chapter 477: Predestined Fate, Hidden Secrets

"Clang!"

The cup fell to the ground, and Duanmu Nan got up to pick it up.

A thin layer of clean straw was spread on the floor of the cell, which could effectively dampen the impact, and the delicate tea cup showed no signs of damage.

Duanmu Nan stared blankly at the tea cup, lost in his mories.

...

"My son, you are leaving with the Valley Master this ti, and you may not return; this is the hairpin I carry with . Keep it as a nto! Rember, don’t lose it!"

"Father, please don’t tease like this. I will return to honor you when I finish studying at Bailing Valley, whether I succeed or not. I don’t want this hairpin!"

"Silly child, I was just saying that casually. This is our family heirloom, and also a talisman. You are the eldest son, so of course, it’s yours! Take it, when out in the world, who knows what dangers you may encounter? Wear it, as if our Duanmu ancestors are protecting you!"

...

The mory seed frozen at the mont he took the hairpin; Duanmu Nan suddenly opened his eyes.

These scenes often haunted his mind, like a nightmare, binding him eternally, causing unbearable pain!

He never thought that separation then would be a final farewell!

The hell on earth was just a breath away!

His loving father, mother, kind clan elders, and the vivacious siblings... everything had turned to dust, vanished forever!

He had felt sorrow, resentnt, and regret. Why did he follow his master to Bailing Valley? If only he had stayed with his parents, at least he could have journeyed through reincarnation with them!

Because he was perpetually imrsed in this sorrow, he seed to have missed the most crucial sentence!

When father gave him this hairpin, he ntioned that he might never return from this journey!

Indeed, did he foresee all of this happening?

So, that’s why he entrusted him with this "family heirloom"?

If father predicted a bloody disaster, why didn’t he relocate the family earlier? Why not?

Duanmu Nan’s heart filled with sorrow; he closed his eyes tightly and clenched his fists, desperately trying to calm himself.

Half a quarter-hour later, he opened his eyes again, and the turbulent waves in them had subsided.

He took a hairpin out of his hair bun.

It was a hairpin, but definitely not just a hairpin, so what exactly was it?

He examined it closely.

It was a uniquely special hairpin; when touched, it was icy smooth like Mutton Fat Jade, yet despite multiple falls, it had never shattered.

Said to be made of gold and silver? But it was not because the weight was wrong; this hairpin was too heavy, far heavier than gold or silver.

Duanmu Nan didn’t ponder further over what materials this hairpin was made of; he fetched a box of Silver Needle from his person, opened it, and drew one out.

As a doctor, he carried this Silver Needle with him at all tis, and it had also beco his weapon for killing.

So Qi Yun was correct; if Duanmu Nan wanted to kill him, he wouldn’t know how many tis he’d be dead by now, given his profound martial arts skills, a single Silver Needle could pierce the heart, and no one would know how he did it.

The candlelight flickered on the Silver Needle, casting a bright glimr, as Duanmu Nan cautiously probed around the hairpin with the Silver Needle.

When father told him to leave, he insisted repeatedly that Duanmu Nan should protect this hairpin well, indicating its significance. So, Duanmu Nan didn’t believe it was simply a hairpin?

"Ding ding ding!"

He lightly tapped with the Silver Needle,

The hairpin emitted crisp, pleasant sounds.

Duanmu Nan’s pupils slightly constricted, revealing surprise.

The hairpin indeed had chanics, it was hollow inside!

This ant the hairpin might contain sothing extrely important!

But now, the problem was he didn’t know how to open this hairpin.

"This item involves chanical techniques..."

Duanmu Nan stared at the hairpin, slightly dazed.

Although he was well-versed in astronomy and geography and skilled in dicinal arts, he was not very adept in the art of chanical techniques.

In Bailing Valley, which encompassed all worldly techniques, Duanmu Nan, as the next heir, had access to all resources to learn anything he desired.

Except for chanical techniques.

Because the faction skilled in chanical techniques was an adversary of his master’s. In the struggle for the Valley Master’s position in Bailing Valley back then, his faction fought fiercely.

In fact, his master did not contest for it; he was uniquely talented, and the previous Valley Master favored him and appointed him directly.

But the uncle from the chanical faction was also quite capable, even exceeding Duanmu Nan’s master, the current Valley Master, in many natural gifts.

However, his penchant for bloodshed was too strong, so the old Valley Master felt he was unfit to be a Valley Master and would bring disaster to Bailing Valley, hence, sidelined him.

After the old Valley Master’s passing, that uncle had no more restraint and broke away with his faction, whereabouts currently unknown.

Thinking of these things, Duanmu Nan gently rubbed his temples; his head ached.

The struggle for power can be seen not only in the court but also in Jianghu, and even in a small family, there exist scenes of vying for power and profit.

"Looks like this matter needs to be deliberated further."

Duanmu Nan cast one last glance at the hairpin and put it away again.

Brute force could break it open, but he refrained because he cherished it; it was his father’s last nto.

"Tap tap tap..."

Footsteps echoed from outside; Duanmu Nan resud his position, closed his eyes, and rested.

"Mr. Duanmu, the Emperor has ordered Mr. Li and Lord Zhao to reinvestigate the Duanmu Family case. It shouldn’t be long before the Duanmu Family’s innocence is restored."

Duanmu Nan replied blandly, "Thank you."

Innocence or not, now he was sowhat indifferent.

His father was already an expert in Mysticism, capable of divining; if he foresaw this disaster but didn’t avoid it, it showed that it was fate, beyond human intervention.

Such being the case, it wasn’t much related to Qi Yun.

Amusingly, he had spent years mulling over whether to kill this Emperor, even almost developing a rift with his disciple over it.

At this mont, his mood was very peaceful.

A distant voice paused, then continued, "Mr. Duanmu, the Emperor wishes to ask you sothing, would you be willing?"

"Speak!"

"The Emperor wants to know if Lady Li Fei’s appearance can be restored?"

Lady Li Fei?

This must refer to the mother of Qi Junlian, the Old Princess Consort!

Duanmu Nan had had his reservations back then, so he held back in treating the Old Princess Consort and Qi Junlian. Now with the misunderstanding resolved, it seed like a trial of his intentions.

Duanmu Nan chuckled softly; this Emperor actually used this matter to probe him.

If there was a thod, it ant the rift was healed between both sides; if not, it implied that Duanmu Nan still held onto the issue.

The cell fell silent, passing a quarter-hour, and everyone thought that voice had left, then Duanmu Nan said, "Yes, here’s the prescription. Take it and bring the dicine later, as well as so tools, the tools for making dicine."

"In that case, I’ll thank Mr. Duanmu on behalf of the Emperor first!"

Chen Zhong erged from the shadows, smilingly bowing, and accepting the prescription.