92: You don't want to be childless, do you?

"Is the water temperature okay? Yingqi."

Luo Yongan gently lifted the towel covering the face of Mo Yingqi, who was soaking in the pool. "There, I've added some flower petals for you; they are the best for calming the mind and soothing the spirit."

Actually, if the two of you didn't appear in front of me, I would be calm and at peace...

Mo Yingqi couldn't help but grumble inwardly. It was strange; he always felt as if he had been poisoned with some strange toxin or perhaps bewitched.

Luo Yongan and Luo Yongning were like an addictive poison to him, possessing a sort of... magical power that forced him to be unable to tear his gaze away from them.

"Yingqi, why are you always daydreaming?" Luo Yongan's soft hand gently rested on his forehead, which finally brought Mo Yingqi back to his senses. "I've told you so many times, when we are together, can you please focus and not think about other things?"

"I'm not, it's just that sometimes I'm always..." Mo Yingqi paused, then hurriedly explained. "Alright, maybe I'm just too tired. I'm sorry, Sister Yongan."

"No need to apologize, Yingqi. Although I say that, in my heart, you are never wrong." As she spoke, Luo Yongan gently removed her shawl and cradled Mo Yingqi's head in her hands. "Of course, there is one thing—that is if you were to abandon us, Yingqi... But even then, I wouldn't blame you."

However, I would kill anyone who makes you abandon us, destroy everything that makes you abandon us, and then... bind you firmly to our side.

Of course, Luo Yongan would never tell Mo Yingqi these inner thoughts. Naturally, Mo Yingqi was unaware of her intentions; he was just a bit curious. Usually, these two sisters appeared together, so why didn't he see Luo Yongning?

"Looking for Yongning? She is outside tidying up the bed." Luo Yongan smiled. "Although there are two wives, it is I who am before you now. How could you let your thoughts wander to another woman, Yingqi?"

"Ah, I didn't mean that..."

Before he could answer, Luo Yongan jumped straight into the warm pool...

The rain fell harder and harder, but Zhang Jiawen, standing before the governor-general of liangjiang's office, seemed completely unfazed. Behind him was the carriage pulling a coffin, and Zhang Jiawen was currently clutching an exquisitely crafted sword.

Although he was a civil official, he knew some swordsmanship, enough to barely defend himself. This sword, however, was merely a decorative accessory due to its fine craftsmanship.

But today, he didn't care about any of that. With hollow eyes, he gripped the sword tightly and stared up at the plaque of the governor-general of liangjiang's office.

"Provincial Governor Zhang, what is the meaning of this?"

The gates opened, and one of Minister Shen's personal guards walked out, his left hand resting on the sword at his waist. His tone was respectful yet carried an inexplicable sense of distance. "Minister is already preparing to rest. If this is official business, you may report to the governor-general of liangjiang's office tomorrow. But if this is a personal matter, you and the Minister have no personal business together."

"Make Shen Xian come out and see me!" Zhang Jiawen wiped the rain from his face and pointed his sword-wielding left hand at the guard. "I want to ask this 'upright and incorruptible' Minister Shen if he is truly enforcing the law impartially!"

"Provincial Governor Zhang, watch your words!" The guard's gaze suddenly turned cold. "The Minister met with the Marquis Yongding today and had a few too many drinks in his joy, so he is now resting. As I said before, if you have official business, you are welcome to come to the governor-general of liangjiang's office tomorrow!"

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Jiawen roared, turning around and slamming his hand hard against the coffin. "My son was murdered! Murdered! Make Shen Xian come out! I want to ask him if the Shen Family can just murder my eldest son because they want to protect their own, and leave him without a complete corpse!"

"Provincial Governor Zhang, do you have any evidence?" The guard seemed to have expected this, his manner strictly professional. "Your son is dead? Where did he die, at what time, was it from illness or murder? Have you asked a coroner to examine the body?"

"Stop giving me that bureaucratic nonsense!" Zhang Jiawen had completely lost his reason. "The Imperial Guard brought my son's body to my residence. Make Shen Xian come out; I want to confront him face-to-face!"

"Provincial Governor Zhang."

Shen Xian slowly walked out from the gates, accompanied by a dozen executioners. "I just told you to watch your words. You are, after all, a successful candidate who passed the imperial examinations, born into a family of Righteous Officials. To behave like this is truly unsightly."

"Stop spouting such nonsense to me. Which word did I say wrong?" The expression on Zhang Jiawen's face gradually became deranged. "The body is right here. You want to examine it? Fine! Bring the Eldest Princess and the Second Princess, bring that Marquis Yongding Mo Yingqi here! I'm going to die anyway, so it would be better if Mo Yingqi just killed me with one strike today—that would be cleaner!"

"Someone, fetch a coroner." Shen Xian suddenly smiled. "Provincial Governor Zhang wants to file a lawsuit? Very well. I am the governor-general of liangjiang, so naturally, I will uphold justice."

"However, Provincial Governor Zhang, you had better think carefully. If this lawsuit begins, it will not be able to be stopped!"

Zhang Jiawen naturally understood what he meant. Honestly, when he saw Zhang Yingcheng... or rather, the pile of flesh that was once called Zhang Yingcheng, his final thread of sanity snapped.

Admittedly, as Luo Yongan said, he certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to leave himself no way out. Mo Yingqi had long since become a stranger to him, and what he represented in the future was only the Mo Family of his mother.

Zhang Yingcheng had health problems since he was a child, but he needed to use this son to put on a show of loyalty to his father-in-law. Moreover, he knew that Zhou Chutian had long since planted spies in the Zhang family, which made him feel as uncomfortable as if he were being roasted on charcoal.

There might even be more than one spy. Although he had some idea in his heart, so what if he knew? Did he dare to touch them?

So when he met that Dancer, he had this idea. Food and sex are human nature; Zhang Jiawen was also a man, but all these years, in order to rely on his father-in-law and protect his official career, he had to suppress all his desires.

It was fine now; even without Mo Yingqi or Zhang Yingcheng, the Dancer he had been secretly keeping had also given birth to his third son.

But after all, Zhang Yingcheng had been raised by his side since childhood. Even though he was in poor health, he was his own son, raised by his own hands. Yet now, his head had been severed, his skin peeled off and thrown onto his chest, one hand and one foot chopped off, his whole body a bloody mess.

That scene—just opening the coffin made the Zhang family's servants and guards vomit uncontrollably. And the guards who had been sent to escort Zhang Yingcheng to the capital—their bodies had also been brought back by the Imperial Guard.

Apart from that one threat, not a single word more was given to him. Zhang Jiawen had heard that these two Legitimate Princesses were by no means ordinary women, but he hadn't expected them to be so ruthless!

"Provincial Governor Zhang, you really want to keep making a scene, right?" Shen Xian suddenly sneered. "Since that is the case, I will invite The Two Highnesses and the Marquis Yongding over, but..."

Shen Xian walked step by step until he was in front of him, a guard holding an umbrella tightly behind him. When he reached him, Shen Xian whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You had better think clearly. If you want to end your lineage, then keep on making a scene."

"Or do you really think that you and that Dancer from the Bureau of Music and Dance... are unknown to everyone?"