Chapter 73 You're lucky you didn't die back then.

Everyone in the second branch of the family held their breath and looked towards the entrance of the hall in unison.

Ning Wanzhen also looked over, her fingers unconsciously clenching.

For some reason, there was always a taut string in her heart that felt uneasy.

Originally, she and the Bo brothers went to Qinghe Garden to "catch the adulterers," but unexpectedly, things took a turn and it has now become a trial.

The people on trial became the second and third wives.

Ning Wanzhen's heart did not feel any lighter; on the contrary, she became somewhat worried.

Over the years, Bo Yuanshan has turned a blind eye to the affairs of his second and third wives. Bo Xingzhi has been even more tolerant of them.

Sang Yuwan has only been in a high position for a week, yet he has already launched such a high-profile attack on them. I fear there will be a bloodbath soon.

Bo Yuheng, that old fox, is by no means a kind person.

If things go wrong, the position of head of the family might change hands again.

Even if Sang Yuwan wins by chance, Rong Zhi, as a meritorious official, will hold a very important position in the Bo family in the future.

This is what Ning Wanzhen finds most unacceptable.

Two figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the hall.

A man dressed in black led a man in a gray overcoat into the room.

“Yangyang…” He Qiaoling’s heart jumped, and her breathing became erratic.

Bo Yuheng sat upright, his hands resting on the armrests of the chair. Deep within his eyes gleamed a bloodthirsty, cold light.

Yu Yang walked in, glanced at him, and then quickly looked away.

He Qiaoling's heart pounded like a drum. She took a deep breath, wanting to remind him not to say anything reckless. She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

Yu Yang stopped and looked at the woman in the main seat. "Mrs. Bo, hello."

Sang Yuwan glanced at him coldly, her thin lips parted slightly, "Yu Yang, when the Second Master asks you questions, you are not allowed to hide anything. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences."

Cold sweat beaded on Yu Yang's forehead as he clenched his fists. "Don't worry, Madam, I will tell you the truth."

Sang Yuwan nodded slightly. "Okay."

Upon seeing this, He Qiaoling's heart raced, and she coughed softly.

Bo Yuheng's expression changed slightly, and a fierce aura filled his cold eyes.

Sang Yuwan took a piece of candy out of her pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in her mouth.

Rong Zhi saw a glint of light flash in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant. He raised his hand and summoned the butler.

"It's getting late, go prepare some late-night snacks. You should know Madam's preferences."

Sang Yuwan's brow furrowed slightly.

Rong Zhi uncrossed his legs, stood up, and walked to Yu Yang.

There was a step between them.

Yu Yang lowered his head, cold sweat beading on his back. He tried to calm himself, but his heart was filled with unease.

Rong Zhi glanced at him disdainfully, then suddenly smiled, "Yu Yang, don't be nervous."

"I wasn't nervous," Yu Yang said, his voice trembling slightly.

Rong Zhi curled his lips, paced back to him, and looked at Bo Yuheng.

"Yu Yang, are you and Wei Xiaobao very close?"

“He’s my childhood friend,” Yu Yang replied.

Do you see each other often?

"It's not often, just occasional small get-togethers."

Did you meet three days ago?

"have."

Where is it?

"Fuhong Restaurant".

Who else is present?

"It's just the two of us."

"Meeting at a restaurant, just for a meal?"

Rong Zhi kept asking questions, and Yu Yang's breathing became heavier and heavier. A feeling of suffocation welled up in his chest, and his face gradually turned red.

“We talked about some things.”

Rong Zhi parted his lips and pressed on, "What did you talk about?"

As Yu Yang was about to reveal the "truth," He Qiaoling's heart pounded wildly, her hands clenched into fists involuntarily, and cold sweat broke out on her palms.

"cough……"

Rong Zhi remained calm and said to the servant in a low voice, "Close the door and bring a blanket for Second Aunt."

He Qiaoling's body suddenly stiffened. She wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Yu Yang took the opportunity to take two deep breaths.

Rong Zhi stared intently at Bo Yuheng, then suddenly raised his voice, "Tell me, what did you two talk about?"

Yu Yang's palms were ice-cold, his eyes were filled with fear, and his voice trembled as he said, "I gave him a photo and asked him to send it to Mrs. Bo."

Rong Zhi's brows furrowed, and he asked sternly, "What photos?"

"It's...it's..." Yu Yang stammered, flustered, "It's Xinglan and..."

Bo Yuheng finally spoke up, "Rong Zhi, let him sit down and have a drink of water, then he can speak slowly."

Rong Zhi sneered, "Second Uncle, how about we have some late-night snacks before we talk?"

Bo Yuheng's gaze suddenly shifted, and he looked at him with a fierce look in his eyes, "Young man, don't be too arrogant."

Rong Zhi replied, "Second Uncle, I'm thirty-two. I'm not young anymore."

Bo Yuheng was so angry that his face turned ashen. He muttered, "You're lucky you didn't die back then."

Rong Zhi's breath hitched, his obsidian-black eyes gleaming with a half-smile. His deep voice carried a dangerous undertone, "Those who survive the chaos will surely be blessed with good fortune."

creak—

The tightly closed door was pushed open from the outside, and the butler led the servants to bring everyone a late-night snack.

Before Sang Yuwan was a bowl of sweet and sour fruit porridge.

Other people are different from her.

The sweet version is sweet fermented rice balls. The savory version is fresh pork wontons.

Sang Yuwan was quite hungry at this moment, so she ate elegantly.

The taste was pretty good, and it suited her taste perfectly.

However, she had never told the housekeeper about her preferences, so how did he know?

Seeing this, Ning Wanzhen's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

A mother's appetite is essential for the health of her unborn child.

Rong Zhi sat down again, crossed his legs, picked up the small white porcelain bowl, and gently stirred the tiny, translucent white glutinous rice balls with a porcelain spoon. After a few seconds, he lifted his eyelids and suddenly spoke.

"Yu Yang, continue."

Yu Yang raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His throat was dry, as if an invisible hand was choking him, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. "Yes..."

Clang—

Bo Yuheng picked up the spoon and gently tapped the inside of the porcelain bowl.

Yu Yang froze, gritted his teeth, and finally spat out, "It's a bed photo of Sister Xinglan and Young Master Ming."

The members of the second branch of the family all looked at him, their gazes so fierce they seemed to want to kill him on the spot.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi stood up abruptly, pointing at Bo Yuheng and He Qiaoling and cursing, "So it was you who wanted to harm my Xinglan. You are truly heartless, scheming against your own niece just to climb the social ladder."

He Qiaoling glared at her fiercely, "How could we possibly have your daughter's bedroom photos?"

Fang Yi blurted out, "Second Brother got it from Hanshan a couple of days ago."

He Qiaoling sneered, "Why did my third brother give my father a picture of his daughter in bed?"

"Not yet..." Fang Yi suddenly stopped talking.

Sang Yuwan watched them bicker like dogs, a cold smile playing on her lips. "Second Aunt, Third Aunt, if you keep arguing like this, none of us will get any sleep tonight."

He Qiaoling looked at her and said, "She started it."

Fang Yi gritted her teeth, "It's all your fault..."

"Shut up, all of you," Sang Yuwan interrupted sharply.

A cool voice drifted to her ear, "Sister-in-law, don't be angry, be careful not to hurt the baby."

Sang Yuwan's brow twitched, and she looked in the direction of the sound.

Rong Zhi didn't look at her, perhaps to avoid suspicion.

Sang Yuwan subtly curled the corner of her lips.

Rong Zhi put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and took another sip of water.

"Yu Yang, one last question: who gave you the photos?"