The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Huang Lan completely let go of the burden in her heart.

She no longer concealed her emotions and fell to her knees, crying loudly. Her tears were like a river bursting through a dam, pouring out all the pain and fear buried in her heart.

A fragmented and pieced-together picture also appeared in Shen Runing's mind.

A few days ago, Huang Lan was still distraught because her father's body was found. She felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on her heart and she couldn't breathe.

At this moment, a familiar figure suddenly appeared.

Brother Sun, Huang Lan’s neighbor many years ago, is a loyal and honest farmer.

After Guo Bin passed away, Brother Sun and his wife Sister Sun helped her many times, providing her with food and comforting her helpless heart.

When Huang Lan saw him, she felt mixed emotions, gratitude and guilt, thinking that he came to her for help because of financial difficulties.

"Brother Sun!" Huang Lan saw him standing at the door and hurried to greet him.

"Why are you here at this hour? Come in quickly, I'll pour you a cup of hot tea!"

Brother Sun is much older than before. His back is more hunched, and the wrinkles on his face are as deep as if they were carved with a knife. His clothes look tattered and the soles of his shoes are almost worn off.

He waved his hand woodenly and whispered, "Miss Huang, don't bother. I came here this time to make some things clear to you."

Huang Lan was stunned, and quickly let him in and sat him down on a chair.

Brother Sun took the tea handed to him by Huang Lan, but he hesitated to drink it. His eyes were wandering, with a hint of complex guilt and heaviness.

"Brother Sun, you must have had a hard time on the way here," Huang Lan asked tentatively, "How is Sister Sun? Over the years, you..."

She paused mid-sentence.

She saw that Brother Sun's eyes were slightly red, and his rough hands were clenching the tea bowl, with his knuckles turning white. After a long while, he raised his head and said in a hoarse voice: "She is no longer here."

Huang Lan's heart was shaken, and she stood there in a daze. Upon hearing the news, Huang Lan felt her eyes warm up, and she whispered, "Brother Sun, I am deeply sorry for your loss."

Brother Sun shook his head: "I won't live much longer."

Huang Lan was startled and asked quickly: "Brother Sun, what's wrong with you? Where do you feel uncomfortable? I'll go get a doctor for you!"

Brother Sun waved his hand gently and said in a low voice: "Miss Huang, don't bother. I'm old and I can't stay sick for long. This time, I came here not for myself, but for you."

"For me?" Huang Lan was stunned.

Brother Sun put down the tea bowl and looked directly at Huang Lan, his eyes showing a complex and profound meaning: "The death of your husband Guo Bin...was not simple."

Huang Lan's whole body trembled, her pupils suddenly contracted, and she subconsciously grabbed the corner of the table: "Brother Sun, what do you mean by this?"

Brother Sun raised his head, his cloudy eyes revealing deep pain and guilt.

"Miss Huang, I should have told you a long time ago, but I didn't dare. You know, poor people like us, how can we dare to ask questions to the sky? But now I don't have much time left, and I will die if I die. If I don't tell you these things, I'm afraid I will have to carry them in my coffin."

He took a deep breath and continued in a heavy tone, "That day, I was working in the fields and saw your husband from afar... He was surrounded by a group of people in official uniforms. They pinned him to the ground, punched and kicked him, and I don't know how long they beat him. In the end, they threw a small porcelain bottle at him and said threatening words."

Huang Lan's heart was in her throat: "What threat?"

Brother Sun's voice was so low that it seemed to be suppressed in his chest: "Maybe let him end his life himself, otherwise I will bury you and your daughter with him."

Huang Lanru was struck by lightning and her whole body was shaking violently. The scene of Guo Bin's tragic death emerged in her mind and tears burst out again.

She choked up and asked, "Why didn't you tell me then? Why..."

Brother Sun's face was full of guilt. He lowered his head, not daring to look directly into Huang Lan's eyes: "I'm afraid... I'm just an old farmer who has never even seen the shadow of the emperor. How dare I care about these things?"

He paused, then added: "These days, I have been regretting it. Your husband is a good man and helped my husband and me a lot in the past."

"Those people seem to be from the Dali Temple, because from their words, I heard the words 'Dali Temple Zheng'."

……

Shen Runing's heart sank suddenly, and the contents on the paper vaguely emerged in his mind.

King of Xiang, Dali Temple Chief, Huang Yuantang, Huang He...

All of this seems like an invisible net that firmly traps everyone's fate.

Shen Runing slowly helped Huang Lan up, her voice low but soothing: "Sister Huang, I will find a way to find out about Guo Bin. But you must promise me that you will never act rashly again and don't tell anyone else. You are the only clue now, and nothing can happen to you."

Huang Lan sobbed and nodded, with a glimmer of hope in her eyes: "Miss, I know you are smart and can find out these things...but I am really afraid that they will come after you!"

Shen Runing patted her hands gently, her eyes were as gentle as water, but there was a hint of coldness in them: "Don't worry, Sister Huang, it won't be that easy for them to touch me."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Huang Lan finally stood up slowly and looked at Shen Runing with tears in her eyes: "Miss, thank...thank you."

Shen Runing just smiled slightly: "I just hope that you and your son can be safe and sound, leave the rest to me."

Huang Lan nodded, and her emotions finally calmed down a little.

But in Shen Runing's mind, the pieces that were pieced together became clearer and clearer...

These seemingly unrelated clues were linked together by some hidden force, and she was already standing at the center of the storm.

After seeing Huang Lan off, Shen Runing called Liu Qing over.

"Liu Qing, go to the village where Sister Huang lived before and bring that Big Brother Sun over here."

Liu Qing was puzzled.

"Brother Sun?"

"Yes, Sister Huang's former neighbor."

Liu Qing nodded and accepted the order.

Huang Lan's account of some minor details might be inconsistent, so it might be safer to ask Brother Sun to come along.

I will meet Concubine Jing tomorrow, and I don’t know what else is waiting for me. Shen Runing thought about it while waving to Chunzhi, signaling Chunzhi to come over.

"Prepare some more golden sand custard cakes."

"Let Concubine Jing eat as much as she wants."