章節 72: Mourning Hall
"How did my mother die?" An Yuanzhi forced Grand Preceptor An step by step to retreat. "If a living person dies, won't you give me an explanation?"
"She," Grand Preceptor An said, "After hearing the news of your sister's death, she couldn't accept it any longer and threw herself into a well."
Upon hearing that his birth mother had committed suicide, An Yuanzhi found it even more unacceptable. "That's impossible!" He shouted at Grand Preceptor An, "There's no way my mother would abandon me and leave me alone!" It must be you, it must be you who harmed my mother! "
"How dare you!" No matter how much Grand Preceptor An felt ashamed of An Yuanzhi, he couldn't tolerate his son pointing a finger at his face.
"I want to open the coffin," An Yuanzhi said. "I don't want my mother to commit suicide."
"Open the coffin?" The matriarch was helped into the mourning hall by An Yuanwen. She said to An Yuanzhi, "Are you saying we caused the death of Lady Xiu?" "Then why don't you go to the government office and ask the justice courts to investigate this case?"
"You think I don't dare?" When An Yuanzhi saw the matriarch, he didn't greet her either. Now that his mother and elder sister were gone, he could ignore this family.
"Make way," Matriarch turned to look at Grand Preceptor An. "If he thinks his mother's gone, then leave it to him. Let him go and report." I want to see if the white ones in this world can really be called black! A woman who threw a well can also be found to have been killed. "
"Fifth Young Master," Lady Feng, who was guarding the mourning hall, boldly said to An Yuanzhi, "Your mother really committed suicide. Many people in the mansion saw it. She jumped into the well in the laundry yard. It was on the night Second Miss died."
When Lady Feng spoke, the servants in the mourning hall all opened their mouths to prove to An Yuanzhi that his birth mother had indeed committed suicide.
At this time, Yuan Yi pulled An Yuanzhi and said, "You can't cause such a ruckus in the mourning hall. You have to let them go and rest in peace."
An Yuanzhi shook off Yuan Yi's hand and walked in front of the coffin with bloodshot eyes. If he didn't see the corpses of these people with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that his family members were already dead.
"Open the coffin for him to see," Matriarch He said.
"Mother," Grand Preceptor An hastened to say, "Don't be angry and impulsive. He doesn't know any better. Let Yuanwen help you go back and rest first."
"I'm going to take them away," An Yuanzhi said suddenly. "I won't trouble you with their funeral."
"Where are you taking them?" An Yuanwen couldn't help but angrily retort, "His Majesty ordered our family to carry out this funeral on behalf of Shangguan family. Aunt Xiu is father's concubine, so she can't leave the An clan regardless of life or death. You want to take her away?"
An Yuanzhi stared at An Yuanwen.
An Yuanwen faced An Yuanzhi, who didn't have the guilt that Grand Preceptor An had, and said, "Do you know filial piety now? Where were you when they were in trouble? No matter how much you dislike studying and choose the army, don't you understand that you shouldn't be far away from your parents? "
An Yuanzhi was filled with regret. If he had known that his mother and An Jinxiu would do something like this after he left, he wouldn't have left even if he was beaten to death. However, there was no place in this world that could buy medicine for regret.
An Yuanzhi had no idea what he should do. He wanted to join the army so that his mother and An Jinxiu could live a good life together. Now that both of them were gone, the fifteen-year-old An Yuanzhi suddenly didn't know what else he could do. The people who were fighting for him were gone, so his goal of moving forward naturally no longer existed.
"This is their fate." An Yuanwen had been grated to death these past few days. He said curtly to An Yuanzhi, "It's useless even if you're sad."
"You said their fates are bad?" An Yuanzhi's remaining rationality flew out of his mind. "Then let me see how good your life is!" An Yuanzhi pulled out the great sword hanging on his waist and stabbed towards An Yuanwen.
"Young Master!" Yuan Yi and Yuan Wei stopped An Yuanzhi at the same time. This young master of the Residence of An was asking for a beating, but they couldn't just let An Yuanzhi lose his life because he killed his brothers.
An Yuanwen was a scholar, but this was the first time in his life that he had been stabbed by a sword. He was already stunned when he saw An Yuanzhi's sword swing towards his chest, but he had no idea how to dodge it. Seeing An Yuanzhi's treasured sword stop in front of his chest, An Yuanwen was scared to the point of perspiring cold sweat. This kid wanted his life.
"You're rebelling, you're rebelling!" Matriarch was the first to recover from her shock. She shouted at An Yuanzhi, "You want to kill your brother?!" Bastard! How could such a bastard like you appear in our An clan! "
"Young master, put down your sword!" Yuan Wei pulled An Yuanzhi back as Yuan Yi snatched the treasured sword from An Yuanzhi's hand. "You can't fight here!" "Give me the sword."
At this moment, Grand Preceptor An ordered the Residence of An's guards who had rushed to the mourning hall, "Capture this unfilial son for me!"
"Who are you callimg unfilial son is?" An Yuanzhi had completely lost control of his emotions by now. He fought desperately to get rid of Yuan Yi and Yuan Wei, while shouting at Grand Preceptor An, "Do you think I'm willing to have the last name of An?" My mother and sister are gone, this place is nothing to me! They were all servants of others, who would be a level higher than them? I won't let you off! "
The matriarch finally couldn't take the provocation and fell to the ground.
"Grand Mother!" An Yuanwen rushed over to support the matriarch, but heard a sound from his chest. He lowered his head to look, and saw that a long slit had appeared on his clothes.
Grand Preceptor An was so scared that cold sweat broke out on his back when he saw the gash in his eldest son's clothes. If it weren't for the two men beside An Yuanzhi, An Yuanzhi could have stabbed An Yuwen to death. Grand Preceptor An pointed a finger at An Yuanzhi, flustered and exasperated. "It's fine if you disrespect your elder brother, but you want to kill him?!" This old man does not have a son like you! "
An Yuanzhi kicked over two of the guards who wanted to capture him and said, "This family has nothing to do with me from now on!"
Grand Preceptor An was so angry that his hands and feet turned to ice. As he ordered An Yuanwen to take the matriarch away, he said to the guards, "You don't have to show him any mercy. Capture this bastard for this old man!" This old man wants to punish him! "
Yuan Yi and Yuan Wei could not watch An Yuanzhi get caught by the guards in the Residence of An, nor could they really kill people in the mourning hall. They could only help An Yuanzhi and watch him fight, so as to not let this person, whose mind was no longer in control, start killing.
When Shangguan Yong brought Qing Nan and the others to the mourning hall, it was just opened. Inside the mourning hall, the tables and chairs were overturned, and the incense had fallen to the ground. The group of people were huddled together in the mourning hall, and the solemn memorial hall had already been thrown into complete disorder.
"Stop!" Shangguan Yong shouted once he entered the mourning hall. He was a person who protected his family. No matter who was right or wrong, Shangguan Yong stepped forward and kicked the surrounding guards away.
When An Yuanzhi saw Shangguan Yong, he looked at him blankly for a moment. He had gotten along with Shangguan Yong before, when they were married. He had not spoken much, but he had made him feel as if he had seen his own family, "Brother-in-law …" An Yuanzhi cried as he looked at Shangguan Yong, "My sister and them are gone!"
After Shangguan Yong entered the mourning hall, he also felt dizzy. Now that he heard An Yuanzhi crying, he wanted to cry too. But he didn't have the habit of crying on the spot. He reached out to hug An Yuanzhi and patted his back.
His son had been fighting ferociously just a moment ago, but now he was crying like a wronged child in the arms of his son-in-law. Grand Preceptor An couldn't tell what he was feeling right now.
Qing Nan and the others did not take action, but separated the Residence of An's guards from Shangguan Yong and An Yuanzhi.
When Yuan Yi and Yuan Wei heard An Yuanzhi call out to this tall man's brother-in-law, they immediately knew that it was Shangguan Yong. Letting out a breath of relief, the two of them retreated back to the coffin to guard it.
Grand Preceptor An dismissed the guards and asked Shangguan Yong, "When did you arrive in the capital?"
Shangguan Yong let go of An Yuanzhi and stepped forward to pay his respects. "Father-in-law, I've just returned to the capital today."
Grand Preceptor An sighed. "You must grieve."
Shangguan Yong glanced at Grand Preceptor An but didn't say anything.
An Yuanzhi was still shouting, "I'm taking my mother and sister away!"
Shangguan Yong pulled An Yuanzhi to his side and said: "Stop messing around, this is the mourning hall!"
"I …" An Yuanzhi's eyes turned red again.
Shangguan Yong bent down and whispered to An Yuanzhi: "Even if we took them away, it wouldn't be right now!"
An Yuanzhi shook his head fiercely.
Shangguan Yong could only say: "Your sister is no longer here, I won't stop caring about you. Listen to me, I won't harm you."
An Yuanzhi turned his head and wiped his tears away, not saying a word.
Qing Nan then said, "Big Brother, since we've come to the mourning hall, we can't not burn incense and paper. We should look after Big Sis and the rest first."
A servant of the Residence of An came in and quickly cleaned up the mourning hall, then sent some incense to Shangguan Yong and the others.
Shangguan Yong walked up to the coffin. Other than the one belonging to Aunt Xiu, he couldn't touch it. He touched the other three coffins one by one.
An Yuanzhi's wails rang out in the mourning hall, while Qing Nan and the rest looked sorrowful. Yuan Yi and Yuan Wei squatted in front of the brazier, continuously tossing paper and underworld coins into the brazier. Grand Preceptor An silently stood by the side with his hands clasped behind his back.
Shangguan Yong stood with his back facing the crowd, and no one could see his current expression. His grief and despair seemed to have passed, and his hand held onto the coffin of his family. The wound was deep inside his heart, festering and leaking. Perhaps one day, this wound would corrode his entire heart, but his appearance had already recovered.
"Why did you return to the capital?" Grand Preceptor An asked, "Were you ordered to return to the capital?"
Shangguan Yong nodded, saying: "On General Zhou's orders, I am returning to the capital to submit my report."
"Then, did you hand General Zhou's paper over to the palace?" Grand Preceptor An hastened to ask.
"Not yet," Shangguan Yong said. "I just got back to the capital and I heard something happened at home."
"You should have gone back home, ah." Grand Preceptor An shook his head before saying to Shangguan Yong, "Hurry up and hand over the paper, then return to me tonight to settle things down."
Shangguan Yong asked Grand Preceptor An, "Then can I face the Emperor?"
"What business do you have with the Emperor?" Grand Preceptor An asked.
"General Zhou told me that it would be best if I could present the report to His Majesty in person," Shangguan Yong said casually.
Grand Preceptor An wouldn't dare let Shangguan Yong go to the palace. Right now, he doesn't even know if the Emperor could keep Shangguan Yong alive. "Wanting to meet an Emperor was easier said than done, Grand Preceptor An could only say to Shangguan Yong," Besides, you're a person in mourning, how can you bring it into the palace? "
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