Chapter 94

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Luo Wentai had been very impatient recently. It was because his son had long disappeared. He’d switched out many women, but it was still the same.

Now Luo Wentai was sure that the problem was in himself.

Ordinary doctors couldn’t find anything, so he went to a genius doctor.

Luo Wentai found out that Sai Huatuo, a famous doctor in the jianghu, had appeared in Tongzhou recently, so Luo Wentai made arrangements and brought Luo Rongrong and Lin Anzhi. He couldn’t wait to go to Tongzhou.

As for Su Qing, Luo Wentai increased the dose of her medicine before he left, and Su Qing was bedridden.

As soon as Luo Wentai left, Su Qing immediately wrote a few words on Li Huairou’s palm, and Li Huairou nodded understandingly. Although there were shidi who’d started to follow as soon as she went out, Li Huairou still found an opportunity and contacted Su Muhe.

That night, Su Muhe came. Li Huairou was about to tell him what she wanted, but Su Muhe threw a medicine bottle at her and left.

Su Muhe came and went like this in a hurry; Li Huairou looked blank. Forget it, she was probably no match for this pure ancient people scheming.

That night, Li Huairou gave Su Qing the medicine.

Su Qing didn’t even look at it. She poured a dose out and ate it. After that, she really felt a little better. It was just that she was still bedridden every day and pretended to be weak. This was because Su Qing had found out that the entire Qishan Sect had been completely controlled by Luo Wentai—most of the old masters and uncles had passed away, and most of the shixiong had also left the sect, and there was no news. All who were left were captured by Luo Wentai.

In these days when Su Qing was seriously ill, Luo Wentai had accepted many disciples. These disciples only recognized Luo Wentai, and their attitude towards Su Qing, the mistress, was only a superficial respect.

Besides, Rongrong was still in Luo Wentai’s hands, so Su Qing didn’t dare to act rashly, and Luo Wentai’s spies were all around her.

Fortunately, there was Li Huairou by her side to comfort and help her, so that Su Qing would not feel lonely.

It was just that Li Huairou was a little worried. She was thinking that Luo Wentai had such strict control over the Qishan Sect, so how could Su Muhe and the others make Luo Rongrong take the head position?

She was puzzled.

At the same time, in Tongzhou, thousands of miles away, Lin Anzhi held Luo Rongrong’s head in his arms, preventing her from looking at Luo Wentai, who was mad.

Luo Rongrong was very anxious. “Little Lin, let me go! I’m going to see my father! What’s wrong with him?”

“Shijie, believe me, I’m doing it for your own good. Shifu is in a bad mood right now. If you go up rashly, you’ll definitely get hurt. Don’t worry. After a while, after Shifu calms down, it will be fine.” Lin Anzhi’s face was full of crazed joy.

Will it get better? It won’t be getting better! If only it were so easy. Wouldn’t it be a waste of the hardship Su Muhe went through to find the medicine and all his efforts! Every time Luo Rongrong gave Luo Wentai tea, he would try to grab it, and he then took the opportunity to apply a drug to the teacup. Little by little, over time, the toxin slowly infiltrated in, and the poisoned person didn’t notice it at all. Not even a genius doctor could see a trace of it!

This medicine would not let Luo Wentai die—how wonderful it would be to die. It was over! This drug would only stimulate his brain and gradually make his character grow restless, so much so that in the end, he would lose his mind. He’d go mad and become a lunatic in the eyes of the world.

Look, isn’t it starting now?

Lin Anzhi smiled proudly.

Luo Rongrong was very worried. She didn’t know what had happened. After her father saw the genius doctor, it was like this. In front of the genius doctor, Dad could barely maintain his demeanor. But after leaving, Dad didn’t go back to the inn. Instead, he flew over the eaves and walls and went into the wilderness. Then he started to go crazy, pulling his sword out and chopping down the surrounding flowers, plants, and trees.

What happened to Dad?

Over there, Luo Wentai was exhausted, and he fell to his knees, gasping for breath. The genius doctor said that he’d found traces of jiucao in his body. Jiucao was a unique herbal drug in the southwest; it was used to sterilize men. This herbal drug was overbearing, and once taken, there was no cure for it. It was used by the women in the southwest to punish unscrupulous men.

Luo Wentai went crazy at that time. Sterilized! Didn’t that mean that it was going to cut off his descendant line! How could he accept it!

But, now that he’d calmed down, Luo Wentai began to think. Who the hell put this jiucao down! At first, he’d thought it was that woman, but the timing was wrong. After he returned from Miaojiang, he’d had A-Jie and Rongrong. It shouldn’t be her.

If it wasn’t her, who could it be?

In terms of time, Luo Wentai only thought of one person—Su Qing! But Su Qing came from a prestigious family, and although she knew some pharmacology, she would disdain this method. Besides, Sai Huatuo had said that the traces of the jiucao in his body were a few years old, at least ten years. Ten years ago, he and Su Qing had had a good relationship, and she had no defense against him, let alone being able to drug him.

Who was it? He’d made many enemies over the years, and he couldn’t figure out who had wanted to harm him for a while!

When he thought that there had been such a person hidden by his side, staring at him, and wanting to cut off his descendant line, Luo Wentai was terrified!

Luo Wentai then thought again. A-Jie was dead, leaving no children. Now that he couldn’t have any more children, wasn’t he cut off from having any offspring?

Then for whom had he been working hard for so many years and making wedding dresses? After a hundred years, how could he face his ancestors!

Suddenly Luo Wentai’s eyes fell on Lin Anzhi and Luo Rongrong, who were hugging each other beside him. No, he hadn’t lost! He also had Rongrong. Although she was only a daughter, she was also of his own blood, and her child also had the blood of the Luo family. Then he’d have that child change his surname to Luo! He was the righteous Luo family!

Luo Wentai’s gaze then fell on Lin Anzhi.

Lin Anzhi couldn’t stay.

No one thought that Luo Wentai would start so quickly.

That night, when Lin Anzhi heard the movement, he sat up. His hand just touched the sword next to him, and a chill passed through the darkness. Lin Anzhi didn’t have time to respond, but he felt a chill on his neck, and then he felt hot.

Blood spurted out.

Lin Anzhi tried his best to smile, to see the face of the man in the dark, and he finally fell into a pool of blood.

Did you think you won? In truth, you have not! This was Lin Anzhi’s last thought before falling into darkness.

The next day, Luo Rongrong was a little anxious when she saw that Lin Anzhi was late to get up. She knocked on the door but smelled some blood.

Her expression changed greatly, and she broke into the room, but after seeing it clearly, she screamed.

Luo Wentai came later and held Luo Rongrong in his arms, not allowing her to see.

Luo Rongrong cried and fainted. When she woke up, Lin Anzhi had already been cleaned and laid down over there. Luo Rongrong was heartbroken. “Dad, who killed Little Lin! Dad, you have to avenge Little Lin!”

Luo Wentai stood behind Luo Rongrong and put his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry. Daddy will.”

Luo Wentai had originally wanted to cremate Lin Anzhi on the spot, but Luo Rongrong insisted on bringing his bones back to Qishan for burial.

Luo Wentai had always been the image of a good father, and now he had to take care of his daughter, and he would naturally not go against her in these little things.

They returned to Qishan and buried Lin Anzhi in the back mountain. Luo Rongrong cried very sadly. She’d actually wanted to send Little Lin off as a widow, but she knew that her parents would not agree.

Li Huairou was also shocked when she heard the news. Why did Luo Wentai suddenly change his mind and want to kill Lin Anzhi?! She wanted to comfort Luo Rongrong, but Su Qing did not allow her to leave her.

After Lin Anzhi was buried, Luo Rongrong was heartbroken, but she packed up Lin Anzhi’s belongings. While packing up, she remembered, bit by bit, how the two had gotten along, and she became more sad.

Then she saw a storybook which she’d thought was good-looking, so she had forced Little Lin to read it too. Luo Rongrong held the book and was about to cry when something suddenly seemed wrong. It seemed to be thicker than when she’d given it to Little Lin.

Luo Rongrong’s thoughts stirred, and she tucked the book into her sleeve and continued to pack up.

When she was alone in the dead of night, she took out the book and carefully groped around.

Then she discovered the mystery. There seemed to be something in the cover of the book.

She carefully cut open the cover, and sure enough, there was an interlayer which seemed to be a piece of paper. She carefully took the piece of paper out and looked at it in the moonlight. In the next second, she froze.

Then she trembled all over. She wanted to shout, wanted to rush to Dad and ask him whether what Little Lin said was true. Little Lin turned out to be her brother—half-brother? And the person who’d killed Little Lin was probably her father?

Overnight, Luo Rongrong’s world collapsed.

She laid on the quilt and silently cried.

The disciple who was in charge of watching Luo Rongrong listened to it outside the door and didn’t take it seriously. Since Lin-shixiong died, Shijie often cried in the middle of the night.

The next day, Luo Rongrong went to Su Qing’s room.

She saw that her father was feeding medicine to her mother. If it were in the past, she would definitely feel that her father was so kind to her mother, gentle and considerate, all throughout the years. But now, she wasn’t sure.

If what Little Lin had said in the letter were true, Little Lin was only two years older than her, which meant that while her father was pursuing her mother, he’d been with another woman, and he’d even had a child with that woman. Dad’s affectionate feelings were all fake!

Luo Wentai finished feeding Su Qing the medicine. He said a few more words and was about to leave, but he saw Luo Rongrong at the door. Seeing her lack of energy, Luo Wentai frowned slightly. “Rongrong, dad is also very sad about Anzhi’s death. Don’t worry, dad will find the truth and avenge Anzhi. You have to cheer up. Otherwise, Anzhi will be sad.”

Luo Rongrong didn’t know how to face Luo Wentai. On the one hand, she didn’t want to believe that her own father was such a person. But on the other hand, Little Lin’s letter couldn’t help her not believe it.

Luo Wentai didn’t care. Thinking that she was still immersed in sadness, he patted Luo Rongrong on the shoulder. He turned to Su Qing and said, “You can convince Rongrong well!”

And then he left.

Luo Rongrong walked into the room and looked at the shidi standing outside the door as well as the two old women standing in the room. She used to think it was her father’s care and protection for her mother, but now she remembered that it was actually surveillance!

“Rongrong!” Su Qing called out softly.

Luo Rongrong threw herself into Su Qing’s arms, tears flowing before she said one word: “Mother!” Which one was true or false? What kind of environment did she live in? Who could tell her clearly!

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