The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family-Chapter 1221 - 282: Death Secret_4

Madam Shan also stepped forward to greet them, dressed in a neat, efficient outfit, tall and smart, her smile somewhat resembling Dan Mingzhu and Dan Yefei.

Old Lady Chang watched them, feeling somewhat helpless as the whole family seemed to be like those from the jianghu.

Landlord Chang gave her a signal with his eyes, telling her that now was not the time to be petty. Whether they were ladies from prominent families or daughters from the Transport Gang, each had their merits. It was rare for his grandson to be fond of someone. Pei Qin and Mo Heng were also very commendable, as long as they had good character!

Both families met and agreed on the marriage proposal directly at their residence in Tongzhou.

Dan Zhaoxiong had to go back to running ships, there were urgent matters in the gang that needed his attention, he tested Chang Yonglin by agreeing on the marriage proposal and then left the preparations for his daughter’s marriage to Madam Shan and Dan Yefei before he departed.

Pei Qin couldn’t leave either, and everyone hurried back to Capital Jingcheng.

On the road, a convoy of horses and carriages rushed up, shouting for others to make way.

They took up a lot of the road, and seeing the convoy behind them hurrying, they quickly moved aside.

Pei Qin lifted the carriage curtain.

Mo Heng reached out to her and pulled it down, sealing it tightly.

A clatter of hooves came thundering past, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Pei Qin spat several times, "Mouthful of dirt!"

Mo Heng handed her a water bottle, "It’s people from the Marquis Mansion Yongchang, probably going to fetch Luo Zhen back to the city."

"Luo Zhen? That husband of Lady Mo! What happened to him? There’s no war now, did he die on the battlefield?" Pei Qin rinsed her mouth and asked.

"The furnace in the Manufacture Workshop exploded, and he got hit by molten iron on his leg," Mo Heng replied indifferently.

Pei Qin’s eyebrows twitched, "Even freshly melted iron has a temperature of over 1500 degrees, let alone when it’s boiling over at 2000 degrees. If someone falls in, not even bones would remain. If his leg was hit by molten iron, he might not have much time left!"

"I don’t know about that, but seeing the situation, there might still be hope," Mo Heng said, lifting the carriage curtain to look at the departing convoy up ahead.

Pei Qin coughed, "Looks like the duo of widows might soon form!" If treated in Liaodong, there could be a better outcome, but being jolted all the way to Capital Jingcheng...

As soon as Luo Zhen was brought home, they immediately called for the Imperial Physician and doctors from Mingyi Doctor Hall. The consensus was to amputate immediately to possibly save his life.

But previously, Luo Zhen wasn’t willing to amputate, and after being jolted all the way back, he couldn’t endure the risky period for amputation anymore.

Lady Mo collapsed in terror at just one glance. Luo’s legs were horribly disfigured beyond recognition, and amputation seemed inevitable yet horrifying. Even with the amputation, survival wasn’t guaranteed.

The Mo family came to visit.

Madam Mo, holding her daughter, cried ceaselessly, "What sins did we commit! How are we to live after this? My son!"

Su Chanjun also shed a few tears, "How rashly did he end up near the furnace? How could a well-functioning smelting furnace just explode?"

An Liefeng had an emergency manufacturing workshop in his army, where a dozen people forged weapons and manufactured firearms.

Initially, Luo Zhen wanted to go to the battlefield to earn distinctions and secure his wife and son a good future, but he ended up demoted to a common soldier. Then came the suppression of the Rong Clan with Ji Le and others confined to the Palace, leading to sudden peace with no more battles.

Being a common soldier was already a disgrace, so Luo Zhen tried to take shortcuts, following some soldiers to the Manufacturing Workshop a few times. He even got a chance to handle firearms but wasn’t assigned one, ending up making it a habit to visit the workshop. Coincidentally, he was there during the furnace explosion; others, having experience, managed to escape with minor injuries, but he didn’t.

But with just a few words from Su Chanjun, suspicions fell onto Pei Qin and Mo Heng. The Manufacturing Workshop was established by Pei Qin, and Luo Zhen was critically injured in an explosion there. From any angle, she couldn’t be cleared from involvement.

"It must be that vile woman! They must have done this!" Lady Mo cried out in deep hatred.

"Without evidence, don’t spout nonsense!" Mo Er shot her a sharp look. He had always reminded her to keep a low profile during such times, to not stir trouble as long as they didn’t provoke them. Now that they were in full power, especially after helping Xiao Guangjing ascend the throne and having fostered Crown Prince Xiao Yong for many years, they had established such firm connections that, unless accused of a heinous crime like treason, it was impossible to shake them. The only way to protect the Mo family was to avoid their sharp edges and preserve themselves!

"The Manufacturing Workshop, the furnace, it was her!" Lady Mo trembled with hatred. Pei Qin, that vile and malicious woman! It was her!