She Holds the World After Being Reborn-Chapter 32: Uninvited Guest, Once Again the Gathering Storm

Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Uninvited Guest, Once Again the Gathering Storm

Zhao Qi was taken back to the Capital Punishment Department Dungeon overnight.

Xiao Hongshen’s subordinates found a bottle of Crane’s Red in his house, which mostly matched the information provided by Abbot Xun Wu about Wang Shujian’s death by poisoning. However, Zhao Qi vehemently denied it, and Xiao Hongshen decided to interrogate him slowly.

After all, Zhao Qi’s ancestors had made notable contributions, and the Zhao Family were prominent figures in the Capital City, so their lives couldn’t be lightly determined.

The trip to Southern Mountain had finally ended.

Although they had lost Wang Shujian, a major lure for their scheme, the gains had been substantial for Yan Wanqing.

Except for one thing.

The story with the Crown Prince Xiao Pingfeng.

This was something she hadn’t anticipated.

The carriage moved slowly, bathed in today’s warm sunshine, which also caused the temperature inside to rise sharply. Yan Wanqing, too hot, had taken off her cloak, her small face flushed, finally showing some color.

But just as the carriage reached the entrance, a heaven-shattering cry was heard, annoying her greatly.

"Who is making such a racket?" Yan Wanqing frowned and asked.

Cong Ge quickly disembarked to check, and upon returning, he told everyone, "It’s the Wang family."

Upon hearing it was the Wang family, the aunt immediately tightened her grip on her daughter Hongzhao’s hand, her face filled with worry, "What... what is she doing here?"

"The Wang family feels that her son died wrongfully and that it’s connected to our family, blaming us for initially rejecting his proposal."

Yan Wanqing snorted coldly after hearing this, "What a joke!"

Madam Sun’s prayer beads in her hand also turned twice, her tone indifferent, "Report it to the government office."

Not only was Yan Wanqing surprised at her mother’s decisiveness today, but the aunt also expressed surprise, "Isn’t that a bit harsh, sister?"

"So we should just let her continue to create a scene and tarnish our daughter’s reputation?" Madam Sun spoke without even lifting her eyelid.

Thinking it over, the aunt hurriedly lifted the carriage curtain and sent the servant to report to the government office. The officials arrived quickly, and soon the Wang family lady, along with the mourning women she had brought, were apprehended.

Only then did Yan Wanqing help her mother down from the carriage, her face still expressionless.

"What do you want to eat for lunch? You fell into the water at Southern Mountain. You definitely need to nourish your body now that you’re home," Madam Sun patted her hand and instructed.

"I’ll listen to Mother," Yan Wanqing replied.

As they spoke, two women emerged from the main hall. The one in front was dressed in silk and satin, her jewelry clinking with each step she took. The one behind her was a gray-haired nursemaid, but her face looked stern and unapproachable.

Seeing the newcomers approaching, Yan Wanqing had to call out, "Auntie," after which Yan Hongzhao and Yan Zizhuo also greeted her.

The aunt looked them over as they entered, her eyes lighting up when she saw Yan Wanqing, "Oh, this must be Wanqing. You’ve grown so much since I last saw you; you didn’t even reach my knee back then..." Then she turned to Yan Hongzhao and Yan Zizhuo, "These must be the children your sister-in-law had later... Oh, my, what lovely girls and such a sturdy little lad."

Madam Sun subtly shifted to block the two behind her.

She glanced back at the main hall, her eyes slightly darkening, "Where’s Xiaoliu? Did he come back with you?"

Xiaoliu, Yan Lingzhen.

Years ago, when the old lady went to Tiger Hill, she insisted on taking a child from the Yan family because she felt lonely.

They chose the sixth child, and now, so many years later, he should be around twelve.

The aunt’s smile turned strained as she nodded, "Xiaoliu hurt his leg a while back and is still recuperating at Tiger Hill. We’ll bring him over in a few days."

Yan Wanqing frowned upon hearing this, "All the family from the old house is here, who is taking care of Xiaoliu with his injured leg?"

"Don’t worry, Wanqing. There are still people at the estate, so surely Xiaoliu is being well looked after."

Yan Wanqing’s expression was cool as she looked at the woman in front of her, her head adorned with the jade hairpin Yan Wanqing had given her last year for her birthday—a piece crafted from the finest Hetian jade available that year, carved by her own hand.

She immediately knew what kind of days her younger sister had been spending on the estate at Tiger Hill.

Madam Sun had noticed it too, her hands struggling to rotate her prayer beads.

"Don’t worry, let’s go inside quickly. Grandmother has been waiting for your return for a long time," the second aunt said, reaching for Yan Wanqing’s hand. "Grandmother has always been talking about you these past years."

As everyone was about to enter the house, they heard the servants announce from outside.

"Madam, Miss, the sixth Miss has returned!"

"What?" the second aunt exclaimed, frowning.

Yan Wanqing shook off her hand and turned to walk towards the main gate, with Yan Zizhuo and Yan Hongzhao following closely behind.

Only Madam Sun stood still, as if her feet were glued to the bluestone tiles, with Aunt Song by her side, supporting her arm.

As Yan Wanqing stepped out of the main gate, she saw a petite figure dusted in gray alighting from the carriage.

The figure was slender, and her little face was rather pale. Her feet were wrapped in bandages covered in dust. Seeing Yan Wanqing emerge, she unconsciously clutched at the clothes of the person beside her, clearly frightened.

It was only after the nursemaid mentioned her that Yan Wanqing heard her younger sister lick her dry lips and timidly call out to her, "Big sister."

At that moment, Yan Wanqing felt a pang of sourness in her heart.

In her previous life, her sixth sister had died without ever being by her and her mother’s side. Despite being a child of the Yan Family, she had always been raised on the estate because Grandmother said she felt lonely.

"Bring my cane here," Xiaoqi Yan Lingzhen told the nursemaid.

The nursemaid brought over the cane, and Yan Lingzhen leaned on it as she walked over, sizing up the others: "...this must be my fifth sister, and this here is Xiaoqi, my brother..."

"How did your leg get injured?" Yan Wanqing suddenly asked.

Yan Lingzhen looked up at her seemingly cool big sister and gently shook her head.

"What is it?" Yan Wanqing asked again. "Don’t you know or can’t you say?"

Yan Lingzhen pressed her lips together but still did not speak.

Yan Zizhuo stepped forward, eyeing his own sister before extending a hand to lead her: "Sixth sister, let Xiaoqi help you."

Yan Lingzhen smiled gratefully, "Thank you, brother."

The two siblings supported each other as they painfully ascended the steps. Unable to stand idly by, Yan Hongzhao’s eyes reddened as she stepped forward and lifted Yan Lingzhen into her arms: "Don’t be afraid, I’ll carry you inside."

Fortunately, Yan Lingzhen only exclaimed softly when she was first picked up, then calmly settled down like a little cat afterward.

Feeling the bony frailness of Xiaoqi in her arms, Yan Hongzhao’s eyes filled with anger. She couldn’t help but look towards her elder sister, only to be frightened by the murderous look in her eyes.

It was as if her big sister was about to kill someone...

She hadn’t seen such an expression in many years.

However, Yan Wanqing quickly regained her composure.

She reached out to gently rub Yan Lingzhen’s little head, smiling warmly, "Let’s go inside."

Yan Lingzhen obediently said yes, and no one could see the fleeting smile on her lips as she leaned against Yan Hongzhao, sly as a little fox.

Yan Wanqing led the way, holding Yan Zizhuo’s hand, followed by Yan Hongzhao in red, carrying Yan Lingzhen. The four siblings entered through the main gate together, emanating an intense presence reminiscent of lean horses of ancient roads in the west wind.

"Mother, our sixth sister has returned," Yan Wanqing said to her mother, Madam Sun, her eyes darkly settling on the second aunt, making the woman shiver with an inexplicable chill.