Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming Chapter 1789: 1034:

Capítulo 1789: Chapter 1034:

The young man got off the carriage and headed straight into Zhong Manor, directly towards his grandparents’ courtyard.

He ca to the bedside of the two elderly people, whose skinny hands trembled as they attempted to grasp the young man’s hand.

“Grandson, you’ve co, how is your mother?”

Fan Sino, whose face resembled Fan Lihua’s a bit, looked worriedly at the two elders. Over the years, they had been bedridden and weak, just like his mother. They longed for each other but found it difficult to et.

“Last month when I returned, my mother was fine. There should be nothing to worry about. I just took a leave to go back and see her.”

“Good, good, child.” The elders instructed the maid to prepare gifts for the young man and arranged for a carriage to send him back.

Fan Sino reluctantly took one more look at the two elderly people before swiftly running out and boarding the carriage prepared for him.

The head lady of the Zhong family, Fan Sino’s aunt-in-law, had a misunderstanding with her sister-in-law when she was young. Later, she married into the Zhong family, maintaining a lukewarm relationship with her sister-in-law.

With the family elders ill and her sister-in-law also unwell, the two families gradually had little contact, sending gifts through ssengers during holidays.

The elders had soone fetch Fan Sino; how could she, the lady of the house, not know?

She just pretended not to know.

Fan residence in Heaven City.

The gate was dilapidated, with small holes in the rundown courtyard, where a coffin lay cold and lonely, with no one keeping watch over it.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, the house was also rundown, and so furniture inside was even missing a leg.

Unlike this neglected courtyard, the third concubine’s courtyard had so not-so-precious flowers planted, where Lord Fan was having lunch at the mont.

“Lord, I’m afraid…” The third concubine, who only bore a daughter and had no authority over the household, was favored by the grandfather. She was born a perforr and Lord Fan loved to hear her sing.

“Beautiful lady, don’t be afraid, the mistress died naturally, her death has nothing to do with you, what are you afraid of?”

Lord Fan showed no signs of grieving his wife’s death. While others say a night of marriage brings a hundred days of grace, he had long had enough of Zhong Chuoqiao’s frowning face.

Ever since his wife gave birth to the Dragon-Phoenix Twins and was left in poor health, he hadn’t visited her courtyard. Later, the second concubine seized her dowry and drove Zhong Chuoqiao to a rundown courtyard, which he tacitly allowed.

Few n aren’t flirtatious; if a wife is useless, it’s just her unfortunate fate.

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The second concubine had the maid call the Coachman to take the madam onto the carriage.

The maid silently retreated. Over the years, she had helped the second concubine in nurous deeds, continually adding hemorrhagic drugs to the madam’s dicine.

Just a couple of days ago, the increasingly weak madam was hit with a strong dose, causing her to faint after drinking it.

The second concubine imdiately sent soone to seal the scene and had the madam placed in an ordinary coffin.

The second young lady cried and scread, only to be restrained by people sent by the eldest young lady, then taken to the villa.

“Mother…” Fan Jinxang walked into her mother’s room, dressed in a cloud-patterned silk skirt with wide sleeves, wearing hairpins and a jade hairpin, her tone playful as her embroidered shoes walked quickly.

“Yes, eldest lady, do you have sothing to say?” The second concubine wore two jade hairpins, gold hairpins, hair ornants, with a high bun, cheeks rouged, dressed in a broad-sleeved red silk skirt with a floral pattern.

This was her first ti wearing a red silk skirt since becoming a concubine, and it was right after the mistress’s death. She planned to have the mistress buried today, and at night, have her husband promote her to the mistress, legitimately inheriting the role.

“Mother, why aren’t you quickly having that dead body removed? I’m scared at night.”

“Let them transport it away at dusk…” The second concubine was also uneasy, feeling guilty about her actions.

“Mother, I’ve heard the eldest son of the Zhao family and the second son of the Luo family have arrived in Heaven City…” Fan Jinxang ntioned this with a shy expression, eager to et these two gentlen.

“My daughter should be matched with such talents.”

“Mother understands the best.”

The majority of the decorations in the second concubine’s room ca from Zhong Chuoqiao’s dowry.

The screen embroidered with prosperity, the carved Zitan treasure holder, adorned with a fish-patterned vase holding plum blossoms, along with several exquisite ornants.

A rosewood kang table was placed across the kang in the front, stacked with a fish-patterned tea set, facing east on the western wall, with old purple satin backrests and cushions set up.

Mother and daughter sat on the kang, scheming, as the concubine planned to invite the two gentlen to the residence while they were still in Heaven City.

Fan Jinxang, however, feared the two gentlen would return to Lecheng that day and intended to view them from a private room at the Wealthy Tower inn, watching them on the street, and hopefully eting them by chance.

With two maids, she rode a carriage to Wealthy Tower. The maids and the servant guided her into a private room, with the servant standing guard outside the door.

Fan Jinxang and the maids looked out at the street, waiting for the appearance of the two scholars.

The second concubine instructed people to remove the coffin, without a grand funeral, nor any drumming Taoist ceremonies, and no relatives appeared.

The coffin was loaded onto an old carriage, with only a Coachman driving it, paid heavily by the manager to discard the coffin at a Mass Burial Mound.

Fan Jinxang had not yet seen the two gentlen when she spotted a carriage carrying the coffin, which frightened her enough to retract her gaze, saying, “What a bad on…”

The maid next to Fan Jinxang recognized at a glance that the carriage transporting the coffin belonged to the Fan residence.

“Miss, the coffin on the carriage is the mistress’s…”

“Don’t speak nonsense…, the mistress will be my mother in the future. As for that sickly person, if she’s dead, then she’s dead.”

Fan Jinxang’s eyes flickered as she glanced at the maid, speaking softly, fearful that others in the nearby rooms might hear her words.

Just then, a bull charged down the street, its fast pace forcing pedestrians to dodge, and the carriage carrying the coffin also moved aside.

Fan Lihua was eager to return to the Fan residence quickly and didn’t notice the old carriage. As the carriage passed by her, she felt a vague connection, making her shiver slightly.

With Phoenix eyes turning to look, she happened to see the coffin on the carriage. She quickly grabbed hold of the charging bull.

The running bull, pulled to a stop, reared its front hooves and mooed.

Fan Lihua turned the bull’s head and ran to the side of the carriage, shouting, “Stop…”

The nervous Coachman, hearing the familiar reprimand, looked in the direction of the voice, panic-stricken, and halted the carriage, “Second Miss…, I am just following orders…”

“Hamr…” Fan Lihua’s eyes bore into the coachman with a stern glare, suppressing her anger. Her mother, a Principal Wife, should not have been buried so unceremoniously. She and her brother were still alive.

“Second Miss, there is no hamr…” The Coachman trembled, wanting nothing more than to flee.

Fan Lihua, disregarding the risk of exposing her abilities, with a wave of her sleeve placed her palm on the coffin atop the carriage, and the nailed-down lid was knocked off, flying onto the road.

This spot happened to be on the busiest street in Heaven City, and with such a spectacle, even the superstition of coffins being unlucky couldn’t stop the crowd drawn in by the Bagua.

The people who gathered around initially heard the coachman and Fan Lihua’s conversation, and they whispered among themselves. Who in Heaven City didn’t know about the ailing Principal Wife of the Fan residence?

Lord Fan’s behavior of favoring the concubine over the wife was most despised by proper wives. With the head lady dead, to have no grand burial but instead a simple dispatchnt by a Coachman with a rather simple coffin, people guessed there was definitely sothing fishy going on.

A legitimate daughter, dressed in worn-out, patched clothes, appearing on the street, riding a bull – this is like a tale from a storyteller, where the legitimate daughter narrowly escapes death, returning in a rush to save her mother.

The Coachman, trying to sneak away, was blocked by a passerby, so he could only hang his head and accept the judgnt in the gaze of the onlookers.

Those who couldn’t abide injustice stood out to right it.