Her hair was cloud-like and beautiful! She opened her eyes and found herself back in the third year

Chapter 201 Marquis Cheng'en

Aunt Cheng thought for a moment but shook her head: "Since we're already here, let's meet and say a few words. If we turn around and leave now, we may never have the chance to meet again in the future."

That makes a lot of sense. Judging from the current state of Marquis Chengen, he probably doesn't have much time left to live.

Aunt Cheng, realizing this man was her own brother, felt a pang of guilt and sighed, "He truly brought this upon himself... If only he hadn't caused those troubles back then, how could he have suffered this calamity..."

He divorced his wife in high school, married into a wealthy family, and then forced himself on his ex-wife to remarry, which ultimately led to his current situation.

It can be said that all the evil deeds originated from the Marquis of Cheng'en.

"Why don't we plead with Cheng Yan? After all, he's his father, he..."

"Absolutely not!" Aunt Cheng was terrified. "The death of that woman in front has long made those two siblings hate us to the bone. We're lucky to have even met and exchanged a few words with them. If we dare to plead for them and anger them, we'll be implicated and suffer the same fate..."

Aunt Cheng's heart sank, and the little bit of pity that had just arisen vanished in fear.

Steward Yu glanced at the two people vomiting by the door, but ignored them and walked into the room, looking at Marquis Chengen lying on the bed.

Upon hearing the voice, Marquis Chengen turned his head. His sunken eyes and bulging pupils stared intently at the newcomer, his aged and numb expression filled with malice.

"Bastard! Bastard!"

"Unfilial son! Unfilial son!"

Steward Yu's smile was cold: "Is the Marquis scolding the eldest and second young masters? Yes, they are indeed unfilial. Their father is paralyzed in bed, and they do not serve him. This is truly unfilial."

"Oh dear, my lord, it's only been a few days, why do you smell so bad again?"

"Unfilial sons! Unfilial sons!" Marquis Chengen cursed, though it was unclear whether he was cursing his two sons who refused to serve him, or the siblings who had brought him to this state.

"They're all bastards! They're all bastards!"

Steward Yu said, "Yes, they are all scoundrels, but the most scoundrel is still you, Marquis. The upper beam is crooked, so the lower beam is crooked. The father is not kind, so the son is not filial. The father is not good, so the son is evil. That's all."

"My lord, there's no need to get angry so often. Getting angry all the time will harm your health, and if you're not healthy, you won't live long. When you die and your body rots, there probably won't be anyone to collect it."

Butler Yu's few words can drive a person crazy.

"You...you lowly servant..." Marquis Chengen's eyes widened in anger, his breathing labored, as if he were about to die of rage at any moment.

“I am indeed a lowly servant, but the Marquis is nothing more than a beast kept in a cage. He has been paralyzed for three years and lives in this house that even pigs and dogs cannot live in. He lives a life that is neither human nor ghost, and he is not even as good as me, a lowly servant.”

"Tsk tsk, they're really despicable, their food is even worse than pig swill."

Marquis Chengen nearly fainted from anger. His eyes widened, his intense hatred almost tangible: "I'll kill you, kill you..."

"Come, come, if you have the strength, please come." Steward Yu didn't care at all, and his gaze toward Marquis Chengen was extremely sarcastic. "By the way, you are lucky that someone has come to visit you today. You should take a good look at him. After this, I'm afraid we will never see each other again. I won't bother you any longer."

Steward Yu gave Marquis Chengen a sarcastic remark before covering his mouth and nose with a look of disgust and leaving. When he saw the three people standing outside who dared not go in, he waved his sleeve and said, "You have half an hour to say what you want to say."

"Also, once you leave this door, forget everything you saw, and never come back again."

After saying these words, Butler Yu waved his sleeve and walked outside to the courtyard to watch the Cheng brothers pound rice. Seeing that the Cheng brothers were still staring longingly into the house, he immediately threatened in a cold voice, "What are you looking at? Don't you want to eat?"

Zhang was still sitting on a rock nearby, stroking her pale hair with her dirty hands, muttering incoherently.

Aunt Cheng, Aunt Cheng, and Sun Yongshi looked at each other for a long time before finally gritting their teeth and walking into the dormitory.

Aunt Cheng is right. Even if we don't dare to plead for them, since we've already come all this way, if we don't go forward to see them, we might never see them again in this life, and we might hold a grudge for the rest of our lives.

"Elder brother!" Aunt Cheng stepped forward and looked at the Marquis Chengen, whose hair had turned white and whose face was withered. She couldn't help but shed tears. "I am your younger sister. My son Yongshi, my sister-in-law, and I have come to see you."

"Little sister?" Marquis Chengen was dazed and confused, and it took him a while to remember who she was.

"Is it your little sister?"

"It's me." Aunt Cheng looked at the filthy bed and bedding, and a stench wafted over. Her face stiffened slightly, and she couldn't continue with her attempt at being sentimental.

"Elder brother, all these years... all these years..."

"It's Cheng Fuyao...it's Cheng Yan!" Marquis Chengen gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with a hatred that seemed like an abyss that could devour a person. "They're the ones who ruined me!"

"Little sister, go and call them over. I want to ask these two bastards if they have any conscience at all!"

Aunt Cheng couldn't help but advise him, "Uncle, just calm down. It wasn't easy for us to come see you this time. Not just anyone can come into the Chengen Marquis's mansion. Besides, I came here to tell you something: Cheng He is gone."

"Who is Cheng He?" Marquis Chengen lay on his sickbed day after day, often unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, and his memory of many things was hazy. For the moment, he couldn't recall who Cheng He was.

Or perhaps, he had long forgotten that he had a younger brother whom he had used and then discarded.

Aunt Cheng explained, "Eldest brother, it's third brother. Third brother is no longer with us."

The current order of birth is based on the grandfather's generation. The three siblings in the Cheng family also have an uncle who had the second son and the eldest daughter in the Cheng family. Therefore, Cheng He is the third son, while Cheng Ergu is the second sister.

"Third brother?" Marquis Chengen suddenly remembered who it was. His eyes widened in disbelief. "You said the third brother is gone? Gone? He's dead?"

"Yes." Aunt Cheng wiped away her tears. It all happened last March. She accidentally fell and died. She came to the Marquis of Chengen's residence to tell her eldest uncle.

"How could this be? This can't be! He's still young, he's still..."

Aunt Cheng said, "He was fifty-three when he passed away, which is not young. He had a hard life in the first half of his life, but he enjoyed more than ten years of happiness in the second half. He had children and grandchildren, so he had a fulfilling life."

Cheng He lived a life of wealth and peace, and when he passed away, his children and grandchildren saw him off, and he had no need to worry about his family. It was indeed a perfect life.

"But you, Uncle, have schemed for most of your life, and now you've come to this end. I wonder if you regret it?"