"What is it?" Wan Boping asked in alarm.
Hu Xiaotian said, "I saw black clouds shrouding the courtyard where the Third Young Madam lives in widowhood. Resentment rose to the heavens, and a wronged spirit lingered around the courtyard, gathering above it and refusing to disperse."
Wan Boping sucked in a cold breath and lowered his voice. "You mean she is the source of all these calamities?" Hu Xiaotian was certainly not the first person to call Le Yao ill-omened.
Hu Xiaotian cursed inwardly. You old dog, you certainly know how to shove the blame onto someone else. Le Yao is utterly innocent. You and your two sons harassed her, everyone in your Wan Family bullied her, and now you still want to pin all the blame on her. He shook his head. "From what I could see, that wronged spirit was a man in life. It seems to linger because it has some unfulfilled wish."
Sweat appeared on Wan Boping's forehead. He suddenly thought of his youngest son, who had died not long ago. Those with no guilty deeds need not fear a ghost knocking at their door. After his youngest son's death, he had coveted his daughter-in-law's beauty and kept scheming to possess her. Unfortunately, she was fiercely resolute and had threatened death rather than submit, so he had yet to succeed. Could Hu Xiaotian really have hit the mark? Had his youngest son's wronged spirit refused to depart, seen what they were doing, and taken revenge on the family?
Hu Xiaotian said, "How was your second son injured last night? I hope you will tell me the truth, Master Wan."
Even now, Wan Boping remained evasive about his second son's injury. He merely sighed. "I don't know the exact circumstances myself!"
Hu Xiaotian said, "Sorry for the