If Linghe did something detrimental to Xiyun, it would be tantamount to treason. Such an act would lead to the extermination of the Nine Clans, and the crime would be unforgivable.
As the maternal family of Linghe, the Pingjun Prince’s Mansion would indeed be the first to suffer.
Xiao Changyi also hoped he was overthinking, and so the matter was turned over, neither he nor An Jing thought or spoke about it again.
As soon as Xiao Changyi placed the white paper on the bookshelf, he prepared to stew a bowl of bird’s nest for An Jing to eat, which they had brought back from the Imperial Capital. They brought back quite a lot, enough for An Jing to consume for quite some time.
Feeling bored sitting alone, An Jing accompanied Xiao Changyi to the kitchen.
But just as the two entered the kitchen, they heard the wailing of Lady Pan Fan: "An Jing! Xiao Changyi! Return my son to me! My son! You two heartless villains, give me back my son!"
The son of Lady Pan Fan who had been killed by a fall was buried this morning and now lay in peace, but Lady Pan Fan could not find peace herself. Her family had spent the New Year in mourning, and now her in-laws and husband harbored resentment against her, unabashedly blaming her for being the ominous Star of Calamity and fearing their family might suffer misfortune all year round.
Lady Pan Fan knew the misfortune of dealing with a funeral during the New Year, but she didn’t think it was her fault at all; in her eyes, her son wasn’t killed by her, but by Xiao Changyi’s curse, and An Jing’s witchcraft.
Having lost her son and being subjected to accusations from her in-laws and husband, Lady Pan Fan felt a profound sense of injustice.
Overwhelmed by her grievances, she came to settle accounts with An Jing and Xiao Changyi.
If her life was miserable, she would not let theirs be any better!
"An Jing! Xiao Changyi! Come out! Compensate for my son! Give me back my son!" Upon reaching the entrance of the courtyard, Lady Pan Fan not only slammed her hands against the gate but also kicked it furiously, making it bang loudly. "If you have the guts to curse my son to death, then have the guts to come out!"
An Jing felt Lady Pan Fan was like a mad dog at this moment. If she didn’t want her own courtyard gate to be wrecked, she wouldn’t bother with Lady Pan Fan at all.
An Jing and Xiao Changyi exchanged glances before leaving the kitchen.
And when Xiao Changyi opened the courtyard door, Lady Pan Fan, who was pummelling and kicking at it, couldn’t stop herself in time and immediately fell forward inside.
Lady Pan Fan was too worked up, and having made such a commotion, she failed to hear An Jing’s and Xiao Changyi’s approaching footsteps. When the courtyard door opened, she fell forward out of habit, landing heavily on the ground. Not only did she get a mouthful of dirt, but she also scraped the skin off both hands.
Xiao Changyi saw Lady Pan Fan falling inside and immediately wrapped his arms around An Jing’s shoulder, guiding her away from danger to avoid being knocked over by Lady Pan Fan.
Watching Lady Pan Fan fall to the ground, An Jing was utterly speechless. To think she still insisted on settling scores with them and her husband?
Lady Pan Fan was in genuine pain, her hands, mouth, and body ached, but remembering that she had come to confront An Jing and Xiao Changyi, she ignored the pain, quickly got up from the ground, pointed her finger at them, and furiously accused: "You did it on purpose, didn’t you?!"
Without waiting for An Jing and Xiao Changyi to reply, she continued: "I’m sure it was on purpose! You killed my son, and now you want to kill me too! Heaven has eyes, it saw your evil deeds and didn’t let me die from the fall!"
It was clearly she who threw herself in, yet she blamed them?
An Jing just felt that Lady Pan Fan was seriously ill.