CHAPTER 153: CHAPTER 153: MEDICINE AND POISON ARE INSEPARABLE

The man was in his thirties, tall and muscular, with dark skin.

Facing Ningwan’s questioning, the man snorted coldly and said firmly, "No one hired me, I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Tingyu kicked the man down and placed her foot on his neck, threatening harshly, "Believe it or not, I’ll break your neck."

The man gritted his teeth and remained silent, closing his eyes, with the attitude of ’go ahead if you dare, kill me if you have the guts.’

Seeing this, Wangyue hurried forward to mediate, "Sister Tingyu, calm down, don’t be so fierce. This young man here, our Miss Ye is asking you a question, just answer honestly and we’ll let you go. We’re all working people, it’s not easy to make a living. You’re just doing a job for money, we won’t make it difficult for you."

"I don’t understand what you’re saying." The man stubbornly insisted.

Wangyue said angrily, "Brother, that’s not right on your part. I spoke nicely to you, why don’t you listen? Then I won’t be polite, didn’t your mother teach you that disobedience leads to punishment?"

Saying that, Wangyue suddenly grabbed the man’s hand.

With a "crack," she broke his wrist directly.

Ningwan: "..."

Instantly, she looked at Wangyue with admiration.

However, even with a broken wrist and a scream of pain, the man still gritted his teeth and refused to speak.

Wangyue was preparing to break his other hand when Ningwan stopped her.

"Wangyue, you are such a little cutie, little cuties shouldn’t be so violent. Try this, pour it on him, maybe then he’ll talk."

Ningwan took out a small green bottle and tossed it to Wangyue.

Wangyue looked at it skeptically and asked curiously, "Miss Ye, what is this?"

"You’ll find out upon pouring it on him, be careful not to get it on yourself," Ningwan reminded.

Wangyue nodded, opened the bottle, and poured it onto the man.

At first, the man felt nothing.

But within a minute, he was itching and in pain, rolling on the ground and howling.

His hands and feet were tied, so he couldn’t scratch, he just had to endure it.

Within three minutes, he couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, "I’ll talk, I’ll talk, stop this and help me, quickly!"

"It really works, Miss Ye, you’re incredible," Wangyue said happily.

Ningwan curved her lips and told the bodyguard, "Take him to the bathroom, give him a wash, and rinse him clean, then it’ll be okay."

The two bodyguards nodded and dragged the man to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the man came out in a robe, no longer howling.

"Miss Ye, this is amazing, really effective," Wangyue said again with admiration.

Ningwan curved her lips, "I am a Divine Doctor, healing and poisoning come hand in hand, I still have plenty more of this. If he still doesn’t talk, I can try them all on him."

The man shivered with fear and quickly said in panic, "I’ll speak, I’ll speak everything. It was... it was the Zhan Family who hired me to kill Ningwan. I’m telling the truth, not a single lie."

"I understand."

Ningwan’s eyes darkened.

Tingyu asked, "What should we do with this guy?"

Ningwan said, "Handle it yourself! Do what’s necessary."

Tingyu nodded and had the man taken away.

Wangyue, seeing Ningwan’s upset face, hurriedly said, "Miss Ye, don’t be too sad. That Zhan Hanjue doesn’t know how to cherish you, but our young master does. Being with our young master is better than with that Zhan Hanjue."

Ningwan smiled slightly, without speaking.

They rested there that night and set off early the next morning, arriving in Jiangcheng by noon.

Ningwan changed into dark clothes with a white flower pinned to her chest.

The Ye Family members who saw her arrival all showed surprised expressions, and the servants hurried inside to report.

In just a few months, the entrance to the Ye Family seemed less dazzling than before.

Ningwan walked inside, indeed finding it much more rundown.

In these few months, the Ye Family had really changed a lot.

"You’re here, come in!"

Ye Xuan greeted her, wearing a black dress with a white flower also pinned to her chest. With no makeup, she looked better than with the heavy makeup before.

Her face was pale, and she coldly let Ningwan in.

Ningwan followed her in and saw the living room had been turned into a mourning hall, with a nanmu coffin placed there, with other juniors of the Ye Family kneeling on either side.

Seeing Ningwan come in, many people looked up at her.

However, their expressions varied.

"Your father is dead, you shall replace him and keep vigil for your grandfather here," Ye Henghui came over and told Ningwan.

Ningwan remained silent.

She had already inquired upon arrival that the guests coming to pay respects hadn’t yet arrived.

At that time, people from the Zhan Family would also come.

She didn’t know if it would be Zhan Hanjue.

If it was, it was a good chance to talk to him.

If not, another method could be considered.

Therefore, she agreed to Ye Henghui’s request to stand in her father’s place.

However, she wouldn’t kneel.

Ye Xuan was furious and said, "Ningwan, have you no conscience? Grandpa is dead and you won’t even kneel?"

Ningwan said coldly, "He’s your grandpa, not mine. He sent me to the countryside and even on his deathbed sent someone to kill me. Does he deserve my kneeling?"

The last assassin should have been hired by Ye Pengcheng to kill her.

In the Ye Family, besides Ye Pengcheng, no one else hated her that much.

Ye Xuan’s face turned ugly, left speechless.

Ye Pengcheng quietly reprimanded, "Don’t stir up trouble today, don’t delay important matters."

Ye Xuan nodded again, her expression dark, kneeling at her spot.

Ningwan frowned slightly.

It seemed that today’s mourning hall wasn’t that simple.

Yet, seeing the Ye Family’s current state, they probably couldn’t stir up much trouble.

Better to wait and see, and talk after seeing what transpires.

Soon, one by one, the guests arrived.

Although the Ye Family was bankrupt, it was still a prominent family entrenched in Jiangcheng for many years, even if it had been bought by the Zhan Family.

At Mr. Ye’s mourning hall, naturally, many came to pay respects.

Lin Yue wasn’t even in the country, yet even the Lin Family sent extended family members to pay respects.

The Feng Family, needless to say, Feng Huai came personally.

Ye Henghui and Ye Henghuang, as sons of Ye Pengcheng, received guests and returned courtesy.

Finally, people from the Zhan Family arrived.

Ningwan was stunned and immediately looked towards the door.

Zhan Hanjue came in with Wu and Jin Yingzi.

"Mr. Zhan, what an honor to have you here," Ye Henghui greeted him enthusiastically.

Zhan Hanjue nodded slightly, placing a white flower on Ye Pengcheng’s coffin.

Throughout, he hadn’t looked at Ningwan even once.

Ningwan actually stood on the right side of the coffin, standing, making her more noticeable than others.

Even without intentional observation, a side glance would catch sight of her.

Ningwan wasn’t sure if he was deliberately ignoring her or if he truly hadn’t seen her.

After Zhan Hanjue finished his bow, Ye Henghui invited him to rest in the side hall.

The custom in Jiangcheng is to hold a noon meal for those who come to pay respects.

"Ningwan, you go and entertain Mr. Zhan," Ye Henghui instructed.