Chapter 283 - Faking it to Get Truth
She called two or three times, but there was no movement. Instead, a gust of wind passed, and she became even colder. She went down to the floor herself and went to the window, but she was frozen: was it foggy outside?
Why was it so foggy?
She frowned and looked closer, but there was another gust of wind that puffed her face with eerie moisture; it wasn't the beach, so why was it so moist?
As she was thinking, the sound of a flute suddenly sounded, just a few brief notes and Old Madam An's face went white...This was the tune that the dead ghost liked, and for many years she had absolutely forbidden it in the General's Residence, and now, who was playing it?
Just then, something even stranger happened to make her feel even more strange. In the darkness of the night, suddenly, from a distance and closer, several lanterns appeared, which floated in the air and finally landed slowly in the courtyard, and she breathed heavily for a moment:What was going on here? The lamp was still floating around in mid-air as if someone was holding it, but she didn't see the person even though her eyes were wide open.
"Somebody ...... somebody." Her voice trembled.
No one answered her.
Only a whimpering sound rang out in the courtyard, like a wolf's howl and like a cry.
It was only when she thought of the word ghost that Old madam An felt really strange tonight, why was the fog in the courtyard getting bigger and bigger, was she dreaming?
She pinched her hand, a pain came clearly, and she heard the flute again.
Anger rose in the old woman's heart, "Who, who is playing tricks there ......"
All that answered her was a ghostly whimper in the air, a thickening mist, and the palace lamps that were still swaying as if drunk people were dancing in front of her. The old Madam had been through so many years and had experienced great storms, but this was the first time she had seen such a scene, she just felt her hair roots tingling and standing up one by one ......
"Someone ......" the old lady's voice got louder, but still no one was there.
The old madam tried to close the window, but it didn't work any more. She pushed it upwards with hatred, but the window hitched and then fell down, almost hitting her foot.
She jumped up, and because of fear her heart grew angry, and because of that anger the fear was pushed over, and she ripped the door and walked out ......
In the courtyard, the temperature was noticeably colder than in the house.
When the old Madam went out, the lamp did not sway. Instead, it flew up with a brush and hung in the treetops.
She looked around, "Who the hell is up to this? Trying to scare my old lady won't work!"
Ee ......
The courtyard door opened and a thicker fog came in.
The old lady took two steps back, there seemed to be a vague dark shadow in the fog, she just felt her arms and legs start to shiver uncontrollably and that heart pumped accordingly.
" What are you?" The old woman's voice was loud, which gave away her external strength.
The door opened wider and wider and a figure literally loomed in the mist.
The old lady distinguished it carefully, but she could not see it clearly for a long time, she only thought that the figure was exquisite, the vaguely blue dress was very familiar, the hair was pulled back like a flying sky, the hair style made her heart astonished, in her memory, there was a person who liked such hair
The old lady did not open her mouth at this moment, her eyes only looked at the figure, until she walked out, the fog was still very thick, the old lady distinguished carefully, but did not see clearly for a long time, only felt that the figure was delicate and incomparable, vaguely a blue dress was very familiar, the hair was pulled back like a flying sky, this hair style made her heart astonished, in her memory, there was a person who liked this kind of hair style, only that was already more than 40 years ago ......
She took two steps back, "Who ...... are you?"
"What's wrong, sister? Aren't you glad to see your sister?" The voice was indescribably shrill and cold, like tenderness and threat.
Old Madam screamed:"Dead ghost is you!"
"Yeah ......" the voice was close again.
"What did you come to see? After all these years, didn't you reincarnate long ago?" The old Madam said viciously, "I haven't treated you badly either, you ......"
The figure stopped in the fog and did not move on out, only the sound of the flute started again. The sound kept burrowing into the old woman's ears and
More than that, it seemed to burrow into her head and eat away at her, and she would not admit that she was afraid; she only stared at the figure and sneered.
Sister ......" the voice eerily whispered, suddenly the stopped palace lantern flew up again, spinning incessantly. The old woman kept backing up, she tried to return to the house but the door behind her slammed shut, breaking her way back. The old Madam was frightened and panicked and shouted loudly, "It's you, you dead ghost, you're dead and you're still up to no good, I wasn't afraid of you when you were alive, what can you do to me when you're alive?"
Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a cold wind that threw her a metre away and she almost fell to the ground, she stood up holding onto the wall: "What are you doing? You want to kill me? Come on ...... you evil spirit, you even dare to enter the General's residence!"
"The General's residence? Why don't you dare to enter? Where my sister is, I can be there ......"
"Pooh, you dream, you still think about the things you're going to do as an equal wife? By the way, the General is dead, why don't you go to him? What are you doing here looking for me? Now that you two are well, you can be whatever wives you like, it's none of my business, and you have no business coming here to scare me ......" The old Madam, who was afraid and could not retreat, took a step forward, "If you want to take my life, then go ahead, I am living a boring life ......"
The events of recent days had depressed her, and she had fallen back on her death wish.
The blue-clad figure in the fog did not move, only the wind swirled around the old madam and a fog rose up to confuse her eyes.
When she opened her eyes, she suddenly saw the figure in the mist change dramatically, her hair rising and her face livid: "Give me back my child ...... Give me back my child ......"
A voice like that of a night demon mountain ghost, scraping directly at the bones of people ......
Arrogance of old Madam a moment ago was suddenly diminished and the voice in the mist continued to resonate and linger. The old madam covered her ears, but the voice still came through clearly. She wondered if she was in a dream, she wished it was a dream and she could wake up soon.
Finally she could not bear the pressure and shouted: "Shut up! You woman, you won't let me have peace even after you die, do you think I'm willing to raise your son? Your son has been given the General's Residence that should have belonged to my son, and you are still not satisfied? What do you expect? You want my life, take it away, you want your son, your son An Zhongtao is just ahead, go and find him, you go and ask for his life, don't you mother and son want to be together?"
"You ......" said the figure in the mist with all the anger in his voice, and went on.
The old Madam gritted her teeth: "After all these years, do you think I am willing to see your son? Do you think I am willing to face that face, you woman, back then you dominated the old General and still wanted to be an equal wife, you are a concubine but you want to be an equal wife, you don't know what's good for you and you blame others? You are dead and you still want to come back, do you think I am afraid of you? I'm not afraid of you, what can you do to me, you're just a dead ghost ......"
The old Madam spoke faster and faster, her teeth and claws flapping, almost more ghost-like than the figure in the fog.
Just then, the lantern stopped spinning and the fog slowly faded, and out of it emerged another magnificent figure.
The old Madam stared at the mist and finally stopped in surprise, her eyes wide as she tried to get a better look, "Is that the old General?"
She asked with a shudder.
The figure walked up to her, but it was An Zhongtao.
She was stunned for a moment, then she saw the blue dress on An Qingran's body after the fog had cleared. Yes, this An Qingran, dressed like this, looked eight percent like Lady Lan. Damn it, no wonder she had a raging feeling in her heart when she saw her, hating her from the bottom of her heart, and now she realised that she was really getting old.
An Zhongtao's face was ironically pale as he looked at the woman in front of him, he had always thought of her as his mother, had always thought that she was just too strict with him for his own good, but he had not thought that she was not his mother at all.
Yesterday, when An Qing Ran found him, he didn't believe it, but after reading those testimonies, he was inspired by the idea, for no other reason but the truth.
"So you're not my mother." An Zhongtao wanted to say something else, but when he thought about it, the first thing he said was these words.
"You designed it?" Old Mrs. An raised her eyebrows and said coldly.
"So you're not my mother!" An Zhongtao coldly repeated again.
Old Mrs. An laughed: "Zhongtao, what are you talking about, just now mother I thought I had seen a ghost, how can you believe what you say to a ghost? I was lying to a ghost, how could it be true."
When An Qing Ran heard this from behind, her teeth gritted, everyone had heard what this old Madam had just said and she still attempted to sophistry, truly disgraceful, she still recognized such a person as her grandmother. In her last life she didn't know the reason, but in this life she finally got the result and it was this tragic.
It was so abhorrent.
An Qing Ran did not open his mouth, but listened to what his father had to say.
"Is that so? And what about your claim that I took over your son's General's Residence? Your son, I believe, refers to Zhong Yuan." An Zhongtao's voice was cold and he pressed on step by step.
The panic on the old Madam's face had disappeared, replaced with composure and a hint of disdain: "How could it be, did I just say that? I just thought I had seen a ghost, I can't remember what I said myself ......"
"Can't remember what you said. Then you should remember clearly whether I am your son or not?" An Zhongtao pursued the issue.
"How is it not? How are you not my son? I have nurtured you for so many years and you still say such things. The General's Residence has been given to you, and the title of General is hereditary to you, I have always been strict with you, you can't think I'm not your real mother because of that, can you?" The old Madam began to pretend to be confused.
An Qingran had not expected her to be so unpleasant that she could deny what she had just said.
Obviously, she did not know her well enough.
An Zhongtao's face was blue with anger. If he hadn't been there, wouldn't she have had more to say.
"Since you say so, I have two more deceased people here, and I think mother must be willing to meet them." When An Zhongtao finished saying this, the old Madam’s face changed a few more times.
If she wanted to muddle through tonight, I was afraid that it would be impossible -
