noveltune Chapter 27 The Widow Zhou
Chapter 27 The Widow Zhou
Ex-wife?
Upon hearing those two words, Chen Ye was momentarily stunned, thinking he had misheard.
His ex-wife became someone else's concubine.
Was it forced or voluntary?
Seeing Zuo Dongxi's slightly excited appearance, Chen Ye wisely refrained from asking any further questions.
"Damn that aristocratic family, ugh..."
Zuo Dongxi cursed under his breath, but accidentally aggravated his wound, causing him to gasp in pain.
The dungeon fell silent.
The days of travel and the exhaustion left Chen Ye feeling tired and listless, and he soon fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Ye was awakened by a commotion.
The dungeon was dark and gloomy; even with eyes open, all one could see was still darkness.
With a thought, Chen Ye brought up the pawnshop system.
[Current life expectancy: 5 months and 25 days.]
Based on the rate at which his lifespan was consuming, he could barely deduce that it should be daytime at this moment.
If it weren't for this incident, he should be returning from Luoyang right now, where he could collect his salary for the month.
But right now he felt that even if he could get out of the dungeon, he probably wouldn't be able to keep his job at the car dealership.
The waters of the capital were deeper than he had imagined.
Without connections and background, it's practically impossible to get anywhere.
Outside, the sounds of a new round of interrogations began.
It will be some time before it's his turn.
Chen Ye simply stood up and set up a stake frame in the narrow cell, slowly circulating his true energy.
Seeing this, Zuo Dongxi, who was diagonally opposite, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
At a time like this, you still have the leisure to practice martial arts?
Chen Ye ignored the gazes of others, focusing his mind on himself, his true energy flowing with his breath.
Because the cell was dark, he deliberately avoided the dantian acupoints when circulating his true energy to avoid drawing out any light, relying solely on his breathing to draw out his life force.
Gradually, a warm, gentle sensation flowed from my flesh and blood, as if I were immersed in a hot spring, with all my pores opening up, feeling indescribably comfortable.
With each breath, his injuries noticeably improved and began to heal quietly.
Chen Ye knew that if he opened his dantian and let the light shine outwards, his injuries would heal faster.
However, the time was not right, and he dared not act rashly.
Watching Chen Ye practice his martial arts, Zuo Dongxi couldn't help but lean closer and ask, "Is this your family's martial arts? It doesn't look very advanced."
Chen Ye remained noncommittal, instead asking, "Have you witnessed advanced martial arts techniques?"
"Of course I've seen them." Zuo Dongxi became a little interested and said, "The most skilled martial artists in the world are all in the capital; the essence of martial arts in the capital is all in the hands of aristocratic families; among these families, the Yang, Xie, Wang, and Cui families are the most respected."
"Leaving aside the fact that the Yang family is royalty, let's talk about the Xie, Wang, and Cui families, who are all highly respected. The Xie family's martial arts are known for their killing prowess, the Wang family's for their unpredictable nature, and the Cui family's for their nurturing abilities. This is common knowledge in the capital."
"I've had the privilege of witnessing the skills of several disciples; their power was extraordinary, and their breath was like a dragon's. Your skill is far inferior to theirs."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ye felt it was perfectly normal.
This was originally a martial art used by the Gao family to cultivate talent; how advanced could it be?
Chen Ye seized the opportunity to probe, "I've heard that martial arts are divided into Transformation, Dragon Elephant, Bridge Sea, and Innate. These schools have such profound foundations; there must be quite a few Innate masters among them, right?"
"That's hard to say. Anyway, the Xie family definitely has one, and more than one. I've heard that their family has reached the point where they can rival the royal family, but I don't know if it's true."
Chen Ye frowned, suppressed his emotions, said no more, and focused on regulating his breathing.
Time slipped away slowly in the dim light.
Gradually, Zuo Dongxi became restless, craning his neck to look outside every now and then, muttering to himself, "Another one died... This is the third. Xing'er, Xing'er, my life depends entirely on you..."
Just as he was muttering to himself, feeling restless, the cell door suddenly opened.
This time, the prison door was not closed.
A beam of light shone straight in from the entrance, forming a pillar of light. Dust floated inside, creating a misty, luminous scene.
A beautiful woman with a face as cold as jade was walking towards them.
Unlike Zuo Dongxi's ex-wife, the woman in front of him was dressed in white mourning clothes, exuding a solemn sorrow.
She is a widow.
The guards who were interrogating her below changed their expressions upon seeing her. They immediately stopped their men, stepped forward, clasped their hands in greeting, and said, "Young Madam, why have you come in person?"
"I received some information and came to check it out." The woman's tone was calm, yet authoritative: "Which house is Zuo Dongxi Pass? Lead the way."
Although the guard was puzzled, he dared not disobey and bowed to lead the way, saying, "Young mistress, please come with me."
Upon seeing this scene in the prison, Zuo Dongxi excitedly called out to Chen Ye, "They're here! They're here! Xing'er really brought the message!"
Chen Ye looked up and saw that the widow had already walked to the prison door, her gaze as cold as frost, and she swept her lightly over the two of them.
"You're Zuo Dongxi, is that the person who delivered the message?"
Zuo Dongxi subconsciously looked at Chen Ye.
Chen Ye was not intimidated. He stepped forward, clasped his hands in a salute, and said, "It is I."
"Who are you?"
"Chen Ye, a deliveryman."
Just as Chen Ye had predicted, the widow received his message and would definitely come.
Feng Yanwu was the strongest contender to become the next head of the Feng family, but he suddenly died from poisoning.
The widow in front of them became the one in the most awkward situation.
Who benefits most from Feng Yanwu's death?
Without a doubt, it is one of the other heirs of the Feng family.
Each of these heirs is a suspect.
Currently, Feng Yanwu has offspring, which adds considerable uncertainty to the struggle for family leadership.
If Chen Ye were the mastermind behind it all, the safest course of action would be either to go all the way and completely wipe out Feng Yanwu's lineage, or to kick the mother and her two children out of the game and relegate them to the margins.
Chen Ye could see that this widow, who had been immersed in the Feng family compound for many years and came from a prestigious family, could not see through things.
Therefore, once she receives news from Chen Ye, she will definitely come.
No one was more eager than her to find the real culprit.
The widow, Zhou, lingered on Chen Ye's face for a moment.
A deliveryman was imprisoned in the Feng family's private jail, yet he remained remarkably calm upon seeing her.
That's really rare.
She didn't ask any further questions, only glancing at the attendants and private soldiers beside her, and said coldly, "Step back."
"But madam, these are prisoners..."
The widow, Zhou, raised her eyes, her gaze sharp as a knife.
The guard trembled and dared not say another word. He quickly waved his hand to dismiss those around him.
The cell returned to silence, with only three people remaining.
The widow, Zhou, turned her gaze back to Chen Ye's face: "Now you can tell me, who is the murderer?"
Chen Ye calmly replied, "I don't know."
Zuo Dongxi, who was standing to the side, almost choked. She stared at Chen Ye with wide eyes and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy?"
The widow, Zhou, frowned slightly and quietly looked at Chen Ye, saying, "So, you just wanted to lure me here?"
"Madam, you are wise." Chen Ye met her gaze and said slowly, "Although I do not know who the murderer is, I can find the murderer for you."