Receiving the news that Wei Ci had come to attend the funeral on behalf of Jiang Pengji, the Liu's had mixed feelings.
They knew that Jiang Pengji's independence not only slapped the Liu's in the face, but also made them the laughingstock of the world. They wished they could straighten their backs and kick her messenger out. At the same time, they were secretly happy that she had not forgotten her clan and knew to send people to attend her grandmother's funeral.
Just as Liu Zheng had said, they were meat on the chopping block.
The law of survival in troubled times was one's fist. Only those with a strong fist had the confidence to speak.
Without a strong backing, whether it was the gentry or the feudal lords, sooner or later, they would be fat fishes on the chopping block waiting to be slaughtered.
The people of the Liu Clan had seen too many things happening in the past few days. The once lively clan was now deserted. The huge contrast made many people feel uncomfortable. Because of this, they also deeply realized the importance of power and fists.
They obviously hated Wei Ci, but they still had to put on a smile to deal with him, for fear of angering him.
Wei Ci did not care about these people with different thoughts. After seeing Liu Heng, he earnestly offered incense to the old lord.
Liu Heng did not know Wei Ci and did not know his temperament. He could only pick a topic carefully and secretly test Jiang Pengji's attitude.
Wei Ci frowned slightly and looked worried. He told the truth. "My master was very sad when she heard of the old lord's death. She was greatly shocked and accidentally triggered her old illness. She is still sick and can't get up. It's not that she doesn't want to come personally to attend the funeral, it's just that she is powerless. "
What?
His cousin is sick?
Liu Heng questioned subconsciously. When he realized that revealing his emotions would make Wei Ci unhappy, he quickly tried to salvage the situation.
"The Lord of Lanting has always been healthy. How did he trigger his old illness and fall ill?"
Wei Ci did not seem to see Liu Heng's inadvertent doubts and said worriedly, "My master is stubborn and likes to do everything herself. In the previous battles, my master had taken the lead. Although her life was not in danger, minor injuries and illnesses were unavoidable. She also refused to rest, and as a result, a hidden danger has been buried in her body. Before I left, my master was still in a coma. The doctor said that she would need at least three days to wake up. "
Jiang Pengji was a drama queen and Wei Ci was not inferior to her.
When he talked about this, the scene of the Emperor's serious illness in his previous life appeared in his mind. His expression was especially solemn and worried.
Liu Heng's heart skipped a beat, immediately believing most of it.
He asked, "Is there anything wrong with your health, Lord Lanting?"
I hope it's not serious.
Wei Ci sighed and said, "The doctor advised that it's not advisable to rush about or worry too much. It's better to recuperate in peace for three to five months."
Three to five months?
Liu Heng felt a chill in his heart.
Three to five months of recuperation was already a very serious illness.
The two of them stood at the side and talked. Their voices were not loud, but the mourning hall was a quiet place. Although there were filial sons and grandsons who cried loudly, the mourning did not happen 24 hours a day. Usually, there were several shifts, and there was a break in between. Therefore, their conversation was overheard by those who were observant. The clansmen of the Liu clan sat on the praying mats and silently recited scriptures. At the same time, they strained their ears in an attempt to hear more news.
After hearing this, all of them trembled in fear.
Liu Xi had fallen ill?
He seemed to be seriously ill?
It must be a lie!
On second thought, she would have to be crazy to pretend to be sick to avoid attending the funeral. Wasn't she afraid that people would criticize her?
Wei Ci asked, "Why didn't I see Master Liu just now?"
The Liu clan was still Liu Zheng's housekeeper, so Wei Ci used seniority to call him "Master Liu." If it was Liu Heng who was in charge, the way he addressed him would be different.
At the mention of his father, Liu Zheng's expression became gloomy.
He said, "Father has been working hard for grandmother's funeral. He fell ill a few days ago and can only be sustained with medicine."
Wei Ci sighed and said, "… These are troubled times. After this period of time, there will be joy after extreme misfortune …"
Liu Heng nodded and hoped that Wei Ci's blessing would come true.
Wei Ci came on behalf of Jiang Pengji. Not only did he light incense, but he also had to do whatever Jiang Pengji wanted to do.
Liu Heng was extremely grateful to him.
Although Wei Ci's appearance made him look unreliable, he was actually very capable.
With his help, Liu Heng felt the burden on his shoulders lighten. He could finally take a breather.
At the same time, the spies in hiding passed the news to Huang Song. Like Liu Heng, Huang Song chose to doubt it.
Jiang Pengji left a deep impression on him. She was stronger and more energetic than a wild bear. How could she fall ill so easily?
It felt like a mountain that had stood for thousands of years suddenly collapsed. Outsiders naturally could not accept it.
Not long after, a secret letter was passed to him.
The person who delivered the secret letter arrived at Hejian County right after Wei Ci. The contents of the secret letter were also sent by a spy planted in Jiang Pengji's army.
When he opened it, Huang Song's expression suddenly became complicated.
"Lanting … really fell ill? So seriously ill? "
According to the spy's information, after Jiang Pengji fell seriously ill, the military camp was in turmoil for a while. The furnaces in the logistics department did not stop boiling medicine. Different famous doctors were often invited to treat Jiang Pengji. The spy was meticulous and suspicious. He could not get in touch with Jiang Pengji, but he thought of ways to take away some of the medicine dregs. He also secretly sent people to contact the relatives of the doctors who had treated Jiang Pengji.
Not every doctor would keep their mouth shut about a patient's condition. Moreover, it was related to the situation of the entire world.
According to the collected information, these doctors had indeed encountered a difficult problem. They were constantly worried and frowning all day long.
Of course …
It was not that these doctors had good acting skills. It was just that the patient they had diagnosed was indeed a terminally ill woman.
Jiang Pengji was cautious by nature. If she wanted to put on an act, she would go all the way. She would not let go of any details.
The quality of the spy sent by Huang Song was very high. However, as the devil grew stronger, the justice grew stronger. Who would not fall for her?
"Someone, check what these medicine dregs are used for …"
Huang Song's heart wavered, but his suspicious character made him not completely believe it.
He divided the medicine dregs into several small portions and secretly asked several different doctors to examine them. Everyone's diagnosis was similar.
After learning about the situation, Huang Song sat in a daze for a long time, from afternoon to night.
Not to mention him, anyone else would have reacted the same way.
Jiang Pengji was like a mountain pressing down on Huang Song. For many years, she had made him feel pressured. He had no choice but to work hard and be cautious.
They were about to raise their swords and fight each other to the death. The mountain that had been pressing down on him and suffocating him was actually going to collapse?
She was kidding!
Seeing him like this, Lady Qi could not help but ask with concern, "Langjun, what happened?"
Huang Song took a deep breath and revealed an expression that he did not know how to describe.
"Madam, Lanting seems to be … very ill …"
Madam Qi secretly rolled her eyes. "You actually believe that?"
Huang Song nodded. "I believe it!"
Lady Qi knew how suspicious her husband was. If he believed something, it was definitely not far from the truth.
"This … What's going on?" Lady Qi looked surprised and said, "Langjun, why don't you invite these gentlemen to the house for a chat?"
Huang Song slapped his forehead.
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