Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The friend controlled his expression and tried to comfort him. “Meng County Chief, I’m very sorry for your loss. Please take care of yourself.”
But a tragedy like losing a child couldn’t be eased by some gentle comforting. Meng Zhan supported himself by putting his hands against the edge of the coffin. His fingers were obviously trembling and the tips of his fingers were turning white because he was holding onto the coffin too hard.
His friend didn’t say much after he saw his dark and furious face. He sighed and stepped aside.
It was clear that Meng Zhan didn’t need consolation at the moment. What he needed was an isolated space for him to calm down and ease the huge and unexpected strike. It didn’t seem that Meng Zhan wanted to take time for that, however. The only thought he had now was to figure out who killed Meng Liang… his fine boy. Sure he had some issues and had made some mistakes, but so what?
The Meng’s had been eminent since the country was founded. They had a solid foundation to help Meng Liang get away with any crimes that he had committed.
If he knew Meng Liang would end up dead because he was sent to the Capital, Meng Zhan would have rather taken all the pressure and blame and kept him under his own protection. Now he had lost his life at a young age and his old father had to show up at his funeral!
After all, Meng Zhan was a man. He had to act tougher than the concubines who were nearly crying their guts out.
After several rounds of puking blood, his head, which was full of resentment, started to regain some reason.
“Bring them over. I need to know who was so bold to do something so cruel to my son!” Meng Zhan could barely hold his tears back after he said that. There were blood vessels standing out on his forehead. He no longer had his normal gentle and refined posture; instead, he looked like he had aged another twenty years in a moment. His friend felt awkward, but it wouldn’t be appropriate for him to leave. He was trying to remain expressionless and make himself invisible.
Not soon after, the head of the entourage was flung in front of Meng Liang’s coffin. He kneeled on the ground, his face, which had a thick beard, covered by his tears. “The one who killed the Second Langjun is the bastard Meng Hun! He deceived you, Laoye…”
The head of the entourage had an intense amount of anxiety in his heart and fear was eating at his mind. He was scared that Meng Zhan was going to pull out his sword and chop his head off.
Meng Zhan sneered and his face was creepy and vicious. “Tell me all the details! Meng Hun, hehe…”
The friend saw his face and he couldn’t stop wondering. It was his first time seeing another expression besides a genial smile on his face. He was surrounded by a morbid air, which made people feel unpleasant. It could be explained, however, as he had just lost his beloved son.
The head of the entourage clenched his fists and tried to tell himself that it would be his only chance to decide if he would keep his life or not. He got his emotions ready and spoke the excuses that he had been preparing over the last month. He emphasized how treacherous Meng Liang was and he exaggerated the scene when he found Meng Liang’s body. He described himself as a loyal retinue that was willing to sacrifice his own life for his master, but he could only seize Meng Liang’s body because of his opponent’s craftiness.
“Laoye, you have to get revenge for the Second Langjun!” the head of the entourage bowed to the ground and wailed. If it was any other situation, Meng Zhan would have kicked him right in his chest. But with the current situation, him pretending to be emotional about it might have somehow kept him alive. “When we got the Second Langjun’s dead body back, we noticed that the Second Langjun had been killed by blood loss… They had drained all of his blood.”
Meng Zhan’s heart felt like it was being torn to pieces after he heard this. His right hand grasped hard on the left side of his chest. He clenched his teeth tight and his lips turned pale. It seemed that he was about to stop breathing and pass out again. Meng Zhan made it through and stayed conscious, but his eyes were extremely hard.
“You’re saying that they killed him by draining out all of his blood?” He ground his teeth while he asked.
That did explain why his body had no signs of blood. It was extraordinarily different from normal bodies, even though there were some parts that were decomposing.
“Yes!” The head of the entourage nodded his head reluctantly and seemed like he was not able to control his tears. “It was my fault that I couldn’t keep the Second Langjun safe. I’m begging you to give me a chance to seek revenge for him. I will take my own life after I accomplish my revenge. I promise to protect the Second Langjun in the world after death.”
Meng Zhan panted and his emotions were growing unstable again. His concubine quickly supported him by holding him up and helping him breathe.
After a while, when the head of the entourage was almost guaranteed that it was a firm death for him, Meng Zhan started to speak. It was an amnesty for the head of the entourage, no doubt about it! “Never mind. My son will be glad to know of your loyalty in the world after death.”
Meng Zhan wasn’t content to say any word of that. His eyes landed on his friend. “We will let them pay for my son’s death! Neither the son of the Meng’s or the name of the Meng’s is allowed to be humiliated by those shams! If I cannot kill the guy who is responsible for this, then I will have too much shame to be even considered human.”
The head of the entourage suddenly remembered something and he decided to add to Meng Zhan’s fury. As Meng Zhan’s subordinate for a long time, the head of entourage knew very well about Meng Zhan. The only reason his life was spared was because there was an outsider present and it wouldn’t be appropriate to expose his nature completely. He probably wouldn’t end up well after the friend left.
So, the head of the entourage played a trick. He pulled a blue, coarse cloth package from his sleeve and opened it up.
Meng Zhan took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. He asked, “What is this?”
The head of entourage replied, “This is the iron evidence to prove how they humiliated the Meng’s and fooled me.”
Meng Zhan snatched the package and read through all of the cloths. The more he read, the more his hands shook. He opened the biggest one, which had some scribbled characters written in blood. The blood was now dark and had a pungent smell. Meng Zhan’s concubine came forward to find out what it was on the cloths and she had to step back because of the intense smell.
“Those liars who fail to keep promises are the Mengs’ sons of b*tches.” Meng Zhan’s face turned red the moment he saw the title. It was like someone had slapped his face a hundred times.
“You intend to humiliate my wife and daughter even after their deaths and take advantage of me.” Meng Zhan’s heart missed a beat. He couldn’t believe a dumba** like Meng Hun could see through his real intentions of the operation.
His hands that were stretching the cloth out were trembling, but it didn’t stop him from continuing to read. “Don’t blame me for overdoing it, considering what you have done to me. How can I forgive myself…”
There was a harsh pain in Meng Zhan’s heart and the vessels on his forehead stood out even more. His headache was about to kill him and his whole world was spinning.
He puked blood again. He slowly fell on the ground with a pale face; he barely heard the people screaming. The cloth dropped out of his nerveless hands.
He puked blood a couple times in the span of one day. His constitution was greatly undermined, which determined that he would have a short lifespan.
The friend quickly approached him to pick him up. He gently asked the servant to get a doctor. They then transferred Meng Zhan to his bedroom.