Marrying Wife and Concubine Together: After Rebirth, I Remarried the Scumbag's Father on the Sp

The second-in-command waved his hand, turned and left, but just before leaving, he turned back and glanced at Lin Yiwan. His eyes were sinister and probing, as if he wanted to see right through her.

Lin Yiwan felt a chill run down her spine, but her face remained calm. After the second-in-command had walked away, she said to Hu Tianyi, "Chief, Madam needs to rest after taking her medicine. Let's go out first so as not to disturb her rest."

Hu Tianyi nodded repeatedly and followed Lin Yiwan out of the house.

After walking a little further away, Lin Yiwan used the gesture of rubbing her forehead to give Zi'er, who had followed her, a subtle wink.

Zi'er understood immediately and quietly slipped away while everyone was distracted.

As night deepened, the Wolf Head Gang's clappers struck again and again.

Lin Yiwan lay in the makeshift courtyard, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. Her hearing was excellent; she could clearly hear the patrolling footsteps outside the courtyard, as well as the faint sound of a wooden clapper in the distance.

It's almost midnight.

She quietly got up, hid the silver needle in her sleeve, and was about to push the door open when she heard a very soft sound outside the window.

It's Zi'er.

Zi'er slipped in and whispered, "Madam, the Second Master did indeed lead people to the cliff behind the mountain to collect fresh mugwort. I sprinkled some rosemary powder on his path. This rosemary powder is colorless and odorless, and it can make people feel weak all over, but the effect only lasts for an hour."

Lin Yiwan's eyes flashed sharply. "Well done. Let's go to the water dungeon."

The two, one after the other, silently slipped into the night like two dark shadows.

On the narrow path leading to the water dungeon, there were many guards, who were now dozing off against the stone wall, clearly very sleepy.

Zi'er acted swiftly, knocking the two unconscious in no time and dragging them to a hidden patch of grass.

Lin Yiwan walked quickly to the entrance of the water dungeon, where she saw a huge copper lock hanging on the heavy wooden door.

Just as she was looking for something to pick the lock, she heard a suppressed cough coming from inside the water dungeon.

That voice belonged to my maternal grandfather!

She cried out in a trembling voice, "Grandfather? Is that you?"

The coughing stopped abruptly, followed by a tentative inquiry: "Wanwan?"

Lin Yiwan became excited and quickly pounded on the wooden door, replying, "It's me, Grandfather. How are you? Are you hurt?"

The old physician Lin's weak voice came through: "Wanwan, don't worry, your grandfather is fine. He just caught a cold from the dampness of the water prison!"

Lin Yiwan did not breathe a sigh of relief, because she knew very well that her maternal grandfather was old and could not withstand the slightest bit of hardship.

This cold could very well kill him!

She quickly pried open the copper lock with a silver needle and saw the disheveled old doctor Lin huddled in a dark corner.

Lin Yiwan stumbled into the room, the damp, musty smell mixed with a biting chill hitting her face, making her cover her mouth and nose, but tears welled up in her eyes first.

In the dim light, she could make out the thin figure in the corner by the sliver of light filtering through the iron bars on the window above her head. Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the pain made her breath tremble.

That was no longer the white-haired, vigorous old doctor she remembered.

My grandfather's robes were soaked with sewage, clinging tightly to his emaciated body, revealing his bony shoulders and prominent spine, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

Her once meticulously combed silver hair was now disheveled and stuck to her wrinkled cheeks, covered in mud and indescribable filth, making her look so wretched that it was heartbreaking.

He curled up, his hands tightly hugging his knees, his head buried in his arms, each breath heavy and labored. The suppressed coughs from before seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and now even moving was difficult.

“Grandfather!” Lin Yiwan choked up, her voice trembling uncontrollably. She carefully moved over, afraid of hurting him. As soon as her fingertips touched her grandfather’s cold arm, she felt him shudder.

The old physician Lin slowly raised his head. His cloudy eyes were bloodshot, his eye sockets were sunken, and his cheekbones were high. The eyes that had once been full of wisdom and had seen through countless difficult diseases were now filled with endless fatigue and weakness.

He looked at his tearful granddaughter, his chapped lips twitching as he tried to force a comforting smile, but the movement only aggravated the wounds on his face, causing him to groan in pain.

Lin Yiwan then noticed that her maternal grandfather had several bluish-purple bruises on his cheeks and dried blood at the corners of his mouth, clearly indicating that he had been tortured.

Her gaze shifted downwards, and her heart sank even further.

My grandfather's ankles were bound with heavy iron chains that were deeply embedded in his flesh, creating bloody and mangled wounds. The festering wounds even oozed yellow fluid, which mixed with the mud in the water dungeon and emitted a nauseating stench.

"Who beat you up like this?" Lin Yiwan's voice was choked with sobs, but filled with overwhelming hatred. She reached out, wanting to gently wipe the mud off her grandfather's face, but her fingertips trembled violently.

The old physician Lin weakly shook his head, his withered hand trembling as he grasped her wrist. His palm was icy cold, yet it carried an undeniable strength.

"Wanwan, don't touch it, it's dirty!" His voice was hoarse beyond belief. With each word he spoke, a sharp pain shot through his throat, causing him to cough violently until his face turned pale and his chest heaved violently, as if he were about to die at any moment.

Lin Yiwan quickly helped him up, took off her cloak, and carefully wrapped it around him. The warmth from her body in the cloak made the old doctor, who was shivering, relax a little.

“Grandfather, how could you be so foolish? Just answer whatever they ask you. Why suffer like this?” She choked back tears, which fell onto her grandfather’s hand, the burning heat making the old doctor tremble slightly.

The old physician, Lin, was panting, a resolute glint in his cloudy eyes. "They forced me to write you a letter, to lure you here. How could I possibly lead you into danger?"

Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently again. This time, he coughed even more violently, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining Lin Yiwan's sleeve red.

Lin Yiwan was terrified and quickly took out her handkerchief to wipe his tears, only to find that the handkerchief was already soaked with tears.

Looking at her grandfather's dying state, her heart ached. All the scheming and forbearance she had learned in the secluded mansion vanished at this moment, leaving only overwhelming heartache and hatred.

She was afraid—afraid that if she arrived even a moment later, she would never see her grandfather again; afraid that this dark and damp water dungeon would truly become her grandfather's burial place.

Lin Yiwan gritted her teeth and reached out to pry the iron chain wrapped around her grandfather's ankle, but the chain was so thick and heavy that no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge and instead made her palms ache.