The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 246 The Marquis's Mansion is Renewed with Mourning (2)

Perhaps having witnessed something even more ruthless, Jingrong returned to her room without the terror she had imagined, though she was still afraid.

Why would this happen? Isn't Lady Hou Murong Peifeng's biological mother? Why would Murong Peifeng want to harm her? Jing Rong was filled with questions when, just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Who!" Jing Rong's hair stood on end instantly, and her voice sounded startled.

The maid outside the door was taken aback, assuming that Jingrong was naturally timid since it was her first day there and she had encountered such a thing. "Aunt Rong, this servant is Xichan. We should go to the mourning hall now."

The mourning hall? Yes, Murong Ruoyan's mourning hall. Jing Rong swallowed hard, trying her best to make her voice sound normal.

"I'll be right away."

After saying that, Jingrong followed Xichan toward the mourning hall, since she was not familiar with the Marquis's residence. When she got married, Princess Qing dismissed her personal maid and sent another maid, Mo'er, to serve her. In reality, she was being monitored, so she dared not trust anyone now.

Jingrong kept her head down the whole way, and she could feel the strange looks she was getting from everyone around her. Especially when she passed through the garden, several maids were whispering among themselves, but they immediately shut up when they saw her. However, Jingrong still overheard the words "husband-killer".

Her face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled slightly. happy Chan noticed her distress and quickly helped her up, asking with concern, "Auntie, are you alright?"

Jing Rong forced herself to remain calm and shook her head, saying, "I'm fine."

happy Chan, who was previously the head maid in the garden, immediately scolded, "Have you finished all your work?"

Upon seeing that it was Xichan, the maids quickly shut their mouths, saying, "Sister Xichan, we were wrong."

"Get to work!"

"Yes." The maids scattered in a hurry, completely ignoring Jing Rong, the newly arrived concubine.

happy Chan didn't say much, only saying, "Aunt Rong, let's go."

When they arrived at the mourning hall, the maids, servants and young men were already kneeling on the ground. Only a strange man dressed in white mourning clothes stood with his hands at his sides, staring blankly at the black coffin in the mourning hall.

"Second Master, Consort Rong has arrived," happy Chan said respectfully.

Upon hearing this, the man turned around. His features were strong and handsome, but his face was haggard. He glanced at Jing Rong, the new bride. Yesterday she was dressed in red, but today she was dressed in plain clothes. Her appearance was plain and her looks were unremarkable.

Jing Rong roughly guessed that this person was Murong Peilin, Murong Peifeng's younger brother.

"Second Master," Jing Rong bowed slightly, her tone respectful.

"Hmm." Murong Peilin didn't know what to say for a moment. Jing Rong wasn't his official sister-in-law, but she was still Murong Peifeng's woman. He just nodded lightly and let the Third Miss Murong Qingyun entertain him.

Jing Rong silently observed, her expression remaining unchanged.

The sorcerer performing the ritual chanted incantations, occasionally shaking the ritual implements in his hands. One brazier after another burned paper money on the ground, the leaping flames making faces burn. Jing Rong had never seen anything like this before. Although she stood there with Murong Qingyun, she was still afraid.

Before long, Murong Peifeng also arrived, his steps heavy, as if he had a knot in his heart.

"Brother, how is Mother!" Murong Peilin rushed forward, his voice filled with anxiety.

Upon seeing Murong Ruoyan's body this morning, Wu Zhihua fainted on the spot. It's already noon now, and it's unknown whether she's recovered.

Murong Peifeng patted Murong Peilin's arm and comforted him, "Don't worry, the physician has already examined her. Mother was just too shocked and fainted because she couldn't accept it. She just needs to rest and will be fine."

Hearing this, Murong Peilin felt a little relieved and said, "I always felt that Ruoyan's death was really suspicious. She was perfectly fine yesterday."

Murong Peilin looked at the cold coffin, his eyes filled with heartache.

“Pei Lin, Ruoyan’s death was indeed an accident… I understand that you can’t accept it right now.” Murong Pei Feng didn’t know what his expression was; it was probably sadness and pain, but he felt that his heart was numb.

Just last night, he personally killed Murong Ruoyan and faked it as an accident, even though he had silenced her and was absolutely certain of success. But the heart cannot lie; he felt empty and void inside.

"Big brother..." Murong Peilin didn't know what to say, so he directly threw himself onto Murong Peifeng's shoulder.

A tall, strong man leaned over Murong Peifeng.

“Pei Lin…” Murong Peifeng stiffened. He seemed to have never been so close to Murong Pei Lin before.

"Woooooo~"

A mournful cry drifted over, slowly reaching Murong Peifeng's ears. It was Murong Peilin crying; his shoulders were hunched so tightly, a testament to his anguish. At this moment, he was not the tall and imposing Second Master, but Murong Peifeng's younger brother, a child who had lost a limb.

"Don't cry..." Murong Peifeng's heart crumbled slightly, and at that moment he really wished he was Murong Peilin's older brother.

He wasn't good at comforting people, so he could only repeat, "Don't cry, Pei Lin, I'm here for you."

"Big brother..."

Murong Peilin stopped crying, raised his head, and his eyes were already red.

"Why are you still acting like a child?" Murong Peifeng deliberately kept a straight face, his expression serious. After a moment, his tone softened a bit. "You've grown up. You have to act like a man eventually."

"Yes, elder brother." Murong Peilin wiped away his tears, his tone becoming more resolute. At least as the eldest brother, he would hold on to the Marquis's mansion.