I was a conman in the Ming Dynasty.

Chapter 672: Old Tears

Chapter 672 Tears Flowing Down His Face

Because there were many coffins in the mourning hall, Wang Zhixin didn't see anyone after entering. Normally, family members should keep vigil. However, Wang Wenzhou had just caused a scene in the mourning hall, driving away all the servants. In his current state, no one dared to anger him; even Wang Wenzhou's mother, Madam Yang, said there was no need to keep vigil.

Wang Zhixin came because he had just learned that the assassins were all brought by Wang Qiang. Moreover, someone had used Wang Qiang's identification token to replace all the servants at the banquet with assassins, and now Wang Qiang was nowhere to be found.

Wang Zhixin was heartbroken when he heard the news. As the adopted son of Wang Xianda's father, he felt immense guilt and remorse, even though he suspected Wang Qiang was acting on imperial orders. But in Wang Zhixin's eyes, even if Wang Qiang died, he could not accept this order!

"Master! I am so sorry!" Wang Zhixin kowtowed repeatedly to Wang Xianda's memorial tablet.

Wang Wenzhou was sleeping with Gao Guiying when, at this exciting moment, Wang Zhixin shouted, and Gao Guiying was completely terrified.

"Let me go!" Gao Guiying whispered.

Wang Wenzhou pouted and said aggrievedly, "Little Lanlan, Uncle hasn't had enough sleep yet!"

Gao Guiying pleaded desperately, "Uncle, stop it! Let's sleep after he leaves. How can I face anyone if he sees this?"

"Haha!" Wang Wenzhou laughed and said, "Little Lanlan, be good! You're a ghost, he can't see you!"

"Uncle, please!" Gao Guiying was furious. You bastard! You're the devil! You're a lecherous devil!

Wang Wenzhou nodded helplessly, looked at the document, and asked, "Old Wang, what are you doing here so late?"

When Wang Zhixin looked up and saw Wang Wenzhou, tears instantly streamed down his face. He cried out, "Young Master! I'm so sorry!"

"What's wrong? Why do you say that?" Wang Wenzhou asked.

Wang Zhixin said with a heavy heart, "Young Master! This assassination attempt was most likely carried out by that bastard Wang Qiang!"

"Heh!" Wang Wenzhou sneered, "Old Wang, don't feel guilty! I guessed long ago that this matter was related to that little bastard Xiao Qiang! Such a big thing happened, and he didn't even come to see me. He must have something to hide!"

"Waaah..." Wang Zhixin wept uncontrollably, kowtowing and saying, "Young Master! I have failed you! Now, I have no choice but to die..."

"Alright!" Wang Wenzhou said irritably, "Old Wang, to be honest, I should call you Grandpa. I've always been disrespectful, and you don't even mind if I call you Old Wang. Let's not talk nonsense. Xiaoqiang must have his reasons for doing this. I reckon it must have been an imperial edict from Zhu Youjian, and he had no choice but to do it!"

"Bang bang bang..." Wang Zhixin didn't know what to say, he just kept kowtowing.

Wang Wenzhou quickly went over, helped Wang Zhixin up, and comforted him, "Things are already like this, there's no use in feeling guilty and blaming yourself. Who can you blame? You can only blame your upbringing. You brainwashed Xiaoqiang from a young age, making him loyal to the emperor and patriot. Loyal to the emperor my ass, patriot to your ass!"

Wang Wenzhou cursed and said, "If someone tells you to eat shit, you eat shit; if they tell you to kill your whole family, you kill your whole family. Isn't that what you call loyalty to the emperor? Whose country is this Ming Dynasty? It's the country of the Zhu family. What does it have to do with us Wang families? Why should we love our country?"

"Young Master...you..." Wang Zhixin was speechless. He thought Wang Wenzhou was wrong; Wang Qiang had indeed done something he considered unforgivable. But he couldn't agree with Wang Wenzhou's words.

Wang Wenzhou put his arm around Wang Zhixin and said solemnly, "Old Wang, there's nothing we can't talk about. If this matter really has anything to do with Xiaoqiang, I will find a way to kill him no matter what. But, Xiaoqiang is still your grandson. Your business has nothing to do with ours!"

"This old man..." Wang Zhixin was now too ashamed to live. This wicked son, Wang Qiang, not only killed his master, but also almost caused the Xinjian Earl's family to die out! Although this matter had nothing to do with him, Wang Qiang was his grandson. How could he still have the face to live?

"Alright!" Wang Wenzhou interrupted Wang Zhixin, comforting him, "Old Wang, stop talking. I know you're upset, but I'm even more heartbroken!"

As Wang Wenzhou spoke, tears streamed down his face. He wiped his tears and said with a wronged expression, "Almost all of my babies are dead, all my sons are dead! You should go back to your room and rest. I'm already in pain, and you want me to comfort you? Is that right?"

Wang Zhixin was filled with shame. He should have been comforting the young master instead of telling him not to be sad. It was really his fault!

Wang Zhixin glanced at Wang Wenzhou, a sigh escaping his lips. Ever since his young master became the magistrate of Hanshan County, he seemed like a completely different person, acting arrogantly and domineeringly. As the officials would say, "Mad Dog Wang Wenzhou is reckless when he's in a rage." Yet, he still felt that his young master was the same simple, kind-hearted, and simple-minded Xiao Wu. Even with his own wayward son, Wang Qiang, doing such a thing, his young master hadn't uttered a single word of complaint. His young master was truly benevolent!

"Old Wang, you should leave now. I just want to be alone for a while, to keep my father company, and my wives, concubines, and sons!" Wang Wenzhou urged Wang Zhixin to leave quickly. What are you doing here, old man? Don't you know I'm sleeping soundly?

"Young Master, please accept my condolences and take care!" Wang Zhixin said solemnly.

"Go back to your room and rest," Wang Wenzhou urged again.

"Okay!" Wang Zhixin nodded and walked out.

"Sigh..." Wang Wenzhou sighed. Even if Wang Qiang was the one who did it, he didn't blame Wang Qiang, because he knew that no matter what, Wang Qiang wouldn't want him to die. The only one who really wanted him to die was Zhu Youjian, who was behind Wang Qiang.

"Young Master! Master! Young Ladies, Young Masters! I am sorry for you all! I have no face to live on in this world!" Wang Zhixin suddenly shouted.

Wang Wenzhou turned around and saw Wang Zhixin kowtow to him three times, then take out a dagger and commit suicide.

"Old Wang, you big idiot!" Wang Wenzhou cursed, "Why did you commit suicide after your grandson did that? You big idiot!"

Gao Guiying slowly stood up, looked at Wang Wenzhou, and said softly, "Uncle, don't be sad!"

Wang Wenzhou cursed and said, "I'm not sad at all! That idiot deserved to die! He was always brainwashing Xiaoqiang about loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. It's not like he's uneducated. Why doesn't he think about how many of the historical figures who were loyal to the emperor and patriots actually lived long?"

Gao Guiying shook her head with a wry smile. That bastard Wang Wenzhou was starting to say hurtful things.

"Alright! Don't be angry! Hurry up and find someone to come and collect the body!" Gao Guiying said softly.

"What are you talking about collecting corpses for? Let's talk about it tomorrow. Uncle needs to get you to sleep before dawn!" After saying that, Wang Wenzhou hugged Gao Guiying and kissed her.

Gao Guiying was quite helpless, she really couldn't understand what Wang Wenzhou was thinking.

……

On the official road of Songjiang Prefecture, more than two hundred knights escorted a carriage, traveling under the cover of night.

Inside the carriage, Liu Rushi sat there expressionless, lost in thought, with Shuiyu and Jiang Xuyang sitting beside her.

"Not good! Enemies!" At that moment, the guards outside suddenly shouted.