NCCnovel Chapter 311 Confrontation
Chapter 311 Confrontation
Chu Ning'an's success in the imperial examination and his fiancée's personal appointment as a princess by the emperor were truly a matter of great joy. Such a double blessing, whether for ordinary families or prestigious families like the Wu'an Marquisate, was a matter of great honor and glory.
However, what is surprising is that there is no festive or lively atmosphere in front of the Wu'an Marquis Mansion, but instead a deserted and bleak scene.
Songhe Hall in the backyard of Wu'an Marquis Mansion
The old lady of the Wu'an Marquis Mansion was so angry that she threw the delicate teacup in her hand to the ground. The crisp sound of the teacup breaking was particularly harsh in the silent room.
Her eyes burned with rage, as if they could instantly burn anyone who dared to provoke her to ashes. Her once kind and gentle face was now distorted by rage, and she cursed fiercely, "That ignorant little bastard actually dared to change his surname to that bitch! Does he even take our Wu'an Marquisate seriously? Humph! If he has the guts, he'll never set foot in this house again!"
There was a room full of women sitting next to the old lady. They all held their breath and were silent as a cicada, not daring to even breathe.
No one dared to speak easily, for fear that they would offend the angry old lady and become the target of her anger. Being scolded was a small matter, but if they made the old lady unhappy and affected their future status and treatment in the mansion, it would be a loss!
The old lady cursed for a long time, but no one in the room dared to step forward and say a word of comfort.
The evil fire in her heart was like being poured with hot oil, rushing straight to her head. This rage burned more and more fiercely, almost swallowing her whole.
She cursed the little beast, but he was far away and naturally couldn't hear her, so the old lady turned her anger towards the group of people in front of her.
She raised her hand and slammed a nearby amphora containing pastel flowers to the ground. With a loud bang, the vase instantly shattered into countless fragments, scattering everywhere. The sudden and loud noise startled everyone in the room, and they all shuddered.
"You useless bunch! After all these years, that little bastard still has the chance to come back and mess up this family! What's the point of keeping you? You're all just good-for-nothings!" The old lady was now shouting at the top of her lungs, completely oblivious to herself, completely disregarding the proper demeanor and grace expected of a venerable noble from a prominent family. Her once dignified and beautiful face was now distorted by rage, looking terrifying.
Marquis Wu'an stood quietly in the corridor of Songhe Hall.
He raised his hand to signal the servants not to go in to report, and just listened silently to his mother scolding her son in the house.
His face became increasingly gloomy, as if covered with a layer of frost.
His already broken heart felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar, freezing cold to the bone.
Thinking of all the hardships Chu Ning'an had endured over the years, Wu Anhou's heart felt like it was being cut by thousands of sharp blades at the same time, and he was in excruciating pain. Especially when he thought of his wife who had passed away at an early age, the deep sense of guilt surged into his heart like a tide, almost drowning him completely.
"Marquis, why don't you come in?" Nanny Wei, who was beside the old lady, hurried in from the door. She bowed slightly to Marquis Wu'an and asked, "I'll go in and tell you."
Nanny Wei's sudden words not only broke the chain of thoughts in Marquis Wu'an's mind like a heavy hammer, bringing him back to his senses from his deep contemplation; at the same time, it was like a thunderbolt that split the night sky, causing the shouting and cursing that had filled the room to suddenly stop.
Marquis Wu'an raised his hand expressionlessly, signaling Nanny Wei to leave.
Then, he slowly extended his right hand, and with steady and powerful movements, he lifted the heavy curtain before him and walked into the house. Each step seemed unusually slow and heavy, as if he were carrying a heavy burden.
His eyes, as deep as the sea, were fixed on the old lady who was sitting upright in the seat of honor from beginning to end. His gaze was as cold as ice, as if it had solidified into substance, making people dare not look him in the eye.
He approached step by step, and the rhythmic sound of his footsteps was like drumbeats, hitting the hearts of everyone present again and again.
In an instant, an invisible pressure spread out, like a surging wave sweeping past. Wherever it passed, everyone felt a suffocating sense of oppression.
The women were even more shocked by the powerful murderous aura, shivering uncontrollably. Even so, they remained silent, no one daring to say a word.
When he was only a few steps away from the old lady, Marquis Wu'an finally stopped.
He straightened his body, stared down at the solemn old woman in front of him, and asked in a tone that was icy cold: "That thing...was it done by my mother?"
Although his voice was calm at this moment, without even a trace of emotion, the chill and questioning tone contained in it was obvious, as if what he was talking about was not something of vital importance, but a trivial matter.
After hearing this, the old lady was petrified and stood there in a daze.
However, she came to her senses in just a moment, and her emotions erupted like a volcano, her voice sharp and high-pitched: "Wei Tingqian! How dare you speak to your mother in such a tone?"
This old lady had been a powerful figure throughout her life, and had long been accustomed to being obeyed and treated with respect. Now, she was being subjected to such ruthless questioning from her own son, which was an unprecedented humiliation.
She felt a surge of rage rising to her head, her chest heaving violently as she roared uncontrollably, "Is this what you call filial piety? I've worked so hard to raise you, but how could I ever teach you to be so disobedient and rebellious?"
After saying that, she waved her arm and angrily ordered the women behind her to retreat quickly.
Upon seeing this, the female relatives were all silent, lowered their heads and hurried away.
At this time, only the old lady and Marquis Wu'an were left in the room, and the atmosphere was extremely tense.
The old lady widened her eyes with a look of resignation, staring at her son who had made her lose face.
Facing the old lady's angry rebuke, Marquis Wu'an remained unmoved. His face remained sullen as he coldly inquired, "Did Xuan'er's tragic murder that year have anything to do with you, mother?"
Upon hearing this, the old lady's eyes flickered, a subtle flash of panic flashing across them. But she had been through many storms, and she quickly forced herself to calm down. She feigned righteousness and sternly retorted, "Don't talk nonsense! As your biological mother, how could I do anything to harm my grandson?"
Initially, the old lady could barely muster the courage to look her son in the face. However, the cold and cruel gaze of Marquis Wu'an was like two sharp blades piercing her heart, making her feel guilty and timid.
Finally, she could no longer bear the overwhelming pressure and turned her face away guiltily.
The old lady's inherent pride wouldn't allow her to easily show weakness in front of her son. Before long, she turned her head again and glared fiercely at Marquis Wu'an, trying to maintain her remaining dignity and prove her innocence.
"Who else is involved in this matter?" Marquis Wu'an stared coldly at the front, but did not continue to ask.
In fact, he already knew in his heart that even if his mother was not the direct culprit who murdered her son, she must know the ins and outs of this matter.
He will never let off anyone who dares to hurt his son!
"Boss, how can you doubt your own biological mother so much?" The old lady widened her eyes and looked at her eldest son in disbelief, who had always been filial and obedient.
Facing his mother's questioning, Marquis Wu'an acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He simply spoke calmly, "I've already secretly sent people to investigate this matter. I'm sure the truth will be revealed soon. When the truth comes out, those who deserve to die will die, and those who deserve to be detained will be detained. No one will be able to escape responsibility!"
As he spoke, he keenly caught the flash of panic in the old lady's eyes, but he remained calm and continued, "Tomorrow morning, I will submit a memorial to the emperor, requesting that Ning An inherit the title of Marquis of Wu'an. This is the Marquis of Wu'an Mansion, not the Wei family! Since ancient times, how can a nephew support his uncles and aunts?"
"I'm not dead yet, and you actually have the guts to propose dividing the family? Your behavior is simply treasonous and unfilial!" The old lady's eyes were wide open, and her voice was hoarse to the extreme, as if she wanted to vent all the anger and dissatisfaction in her heart through this roar.
She pointed at Marquis Wu'an with trembling hands, and her body kept shaking due to excessive emotion.
Faced with the old lady's intense reaction, Marquis Wu'an remained unmoved. Instead, he responded coldly, "Mother, you must have made a mistake. This is the Marquis Wu'an residence, not the Wei family mansion."
As he spoke, he deliberately emphasized the three words "Marquis of Wu'an", and his tone was so firm that it left no room for doubt.
Obviously, he wanted to use this to remind the old lady that this mansion now belonged to him personally and had nothing to do with the entire Wei family.
"You...you..." The old lady was so angry that she was shaking all over and couldn't even utter a complete sentence for a moment.
She opened her eyes wide, staring straight at the son in front of her, whom she had always relied on. She never thought that he would say such heartless words.
Marquis Wu'an stood there expressionlessly, looking indifferently at his mother who usually acted domineeringly and arrogantly in the mansion.
There was no warmth in his eyes, only fierceness.
Over the years, he has done his best to support his family, but these ungrateful people have never treated his son well. In this case, from now on, he will ask them all to get out of his son's mansion!