By the time she finally calmed down, she was already hanging from the eaves of the house.
As soon as she turned her head, Lian Qing saw Zheng Fan, "Run'er..."
Zheng Fan looked at the embarrassed Lian Qing, who was no longer the dignified woman she once was, and felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
"Mother Consort..."
Lian Qing, however, was not overly saddened. She carefully examined Zheng Fan and, seeing that he was unharmed, felt relieved. She then comforted Zheng Fan, saying, "Before I came, I already sent someone to the palace to ask your Royal Father to return. He is likely on his way. When your Royal Father returns, he will decide for us, and then it will be these people's turn to cry."
As Lian Qing spoke, her gaze towards Yi Zhiye was as sharp as a knife.
It was not hard to imagine that Lian Qing was undoubtedly contemplating how to torment Yi Zhiye later to quench her hatred.
Yi Zhiye merely rolled his eyes at this.
Fools' dreams, this is likely what they call such people.
"Zheng Wei, what exactly are you thinking? Say something."
Yi Zhiye walked up to Zheng Wei and asked in a low voice.
He had been so anxious earlier, why was he so quiet now?
Did he not intend to ask if Zheng Fan didn't speak?
Or did he already believe Zheng Fan's words and thought that Zheng Fan truly didn't know where that old man was?
Zheng Wei looked up when he heard this and said indifferently, "Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't all the people here yet?"
Yi Zhiye was stunned. Why was he in such a hurry?
Wasn't he in a hurry for him and Shen Xiaoyan?
What did he mean by saying that not everyone was here yet?
Following Zheng Wei's gaze, he saw Lian Qing and Zheng Fan swaying under the eaves, glaring at them.
Ignoring their glares, Yi Zhiye pondered Zheng Wei's meaning.
Sima Han walked over from the side, holding two wooden chairs. He handed one to Yi Zhiye and then sat down himself.
"I think Ah Wei means that Zheng Xiang and Zheng Caiying haven't arrived yet."
After Sima Han finished speaking, he smiled.
Yi Zhiye looked at Sima Han and then at Zheng Wei, feeling that he also understood something.
Zheng Wei was likely thinking of capturing everyone Zheng Fan had placed his hopes on to accompany him, tormenting him mentally, so he wouldn't be afraid of him not telling the truth.
Because sometimes, if you torment someone physically, they might confess due to unbearable pain, but they might also lie.
However, if you torment someone mentally and destroy their will, you wouldn't be afraid of them not telling the truth.
Zheng Fan naturally heard the conversation between the three and understood their intentions.
Because he understood, his gaze towards the three, especially Zheng Wei, became exceptionally terrified.
Thinking of Zheng Xiang, his Royal Father, the god in his heart, he became steady again.
Royal Father was a prince of Great Chu, how could he not be a match for these three?
He refused to believe that Zheng Wei would dare to lay a hand on his own Royal Father. That would be regicide, punishable by heavenly retribution.
The atmosphere became quiet again, making it feel extremely oppressive.
As time passed, Zheng Fan kept overthinking. Before Zheng Wei could make any move, he had already scared himself into a cold sweat.
Although he kept telling himself that Zheng Xiang would save him when he returned, he couldn't help but think, what if Zheng Xiang wasn't Zheng Wei's match?
Moreover, Yi Zhiye and Sima Han were also watching him menacingly.
Otherwise, he might as well have told Zheng Wei everything he knew about that old man directly?
As soon as this thought arose, Zheng Fan dismissed it himself.
He had already persevered this far, and he had endured the humiliation.
At this moment, Zheng Wei hadn't done anything to force a confession. If he were to tell everything now, how embarrassing would that be? He was afraid that from now on, all the servants in the mansion would look at him like a joke.
If that were the case, then the position of Prince Duan would definitely have nothing to do with him.
Thinking of this, Zheng Fan forced himself to calm down again.
Time ticked by second by second, and Zheng Fan felt as if he were living through years.
After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Xiang finally returned.
As soon as Zheng Xiang stepped out of the palace gate, he saw Zheng Caiying waiting anxiously outside.
The moment he saw Zheng Caiying, he was a little stunned.
After hearing Zheng Caiying say that something had happened at the mansion, he immediately felt uneasy.
If it were an ordinary matter, no matter how urgent, one would only send the steward or a servant to wait.
But now, it was his own daughter who came to wait.
It could be imagined that something major must have happened at the mansion.
Zheng Xiang was extremely anxious and did not want to wait for Zheng Caiying to return slowly.
After telling Zheng Caiying to be careful on her way back, he mounted his horse and galloped away.
He rode all the way and finally arrived at the Prince Duan's mansion, only to find the mansion in chaos. Seeing that he had returned, no one even came forward to greet him.
Before he could get angry, a steward came up to report what had happened.
After listening, Zheng Xiang was stunned.
With such a formidable momentum, what was Zheng Wei here for?
And he was here for Zheng Fan. Had Zheng Fan secretly done something that Zheng Wei discovered?
Thinking of this possibility, the first word that came to Zheng Xiang's mind was: rebellious son.
While thinking, Zheng Xiang's speed underfoot did not slow down at all. He quickly arrived at Zheng Fan's courtyard.
Guards stood outside the courtyard, all dejected. Seeing Zheng Xiang return, they finally felt like they had a backbone and saluted him.
Waving to dismiss the guards, Zheng Xiang entered the gate without a word.
Upon entering, he saw the three people sitting in the courtyard. Looking at Zheng Fan and Lian Qing hanging under the eaves, Zheng Xiang could no longer maintain his composure.
However, thinking of his plan, Zheng Xiang took a deep breath.
Zheng Fan kept his eyes fixed on the gate, waiting for Zheng Xiang to return.
The moment he saw Zheng Xiang walk in, he felt that he was finally saved.
His Royal Father would definitely rescue him and his Mother Consort first after seeing them hanging under the eaves, and then he would deal with Zheng Wei and the other two properly.
But who knew that after his Royal Father walked in, he was first stunned, then took a deep breath, and with a faint smile, walked to Zheng Wei's side.
What did his Royal Father mean by this? Didn't he see that he and his Mother Consort were still hanging here?
As Zheng Fan opened his mouth to say something, he was sternly glared at by Zheng Xiang.
This sharp gaze instantly made Zheng Fan forget what he was about to say. The mouth that had opened closed silently.
Seeing this, Zheng Xiang withdrew his gaze and slowly paced to Zheng Wei's side. He looked at Yi Zhiye and Sima Han and said with a smile, "Grand Tutor and His Fifth Highness Prince of the Fifth are visiting, this king has indeed returned late."
Yi Zhiye glanced at Zheng Xiang and said, "Indeed, you are a bit late."
Zheng Xiang was instantly choked.
Wasn't he just being polite? Couldn't Yi Zhiye understand that?