Murong Xiaofeng was shocked for a moment. He woke up so soon?!
He couldn't help but confirm again: "Is uncle really awake?"
The servant nodded repeatedly: "Yes, Master Xiaofeng! The young master and the young lady are already here. The master of the house has asked you to come over!"
Murong Xiaofeng tried his best to suppress his inner emotions, nodded slightly and said: "Okay, I'll be there right away."
Murong Xin'er slowly stepped forward and said with a hint of confusion: "What's wrong with Murong Zhen? Did you just wake up from a coma?"
Murong Xiaofeng did not want to respond to the woman's question, so he passed her directly and walked towards Murong Zhen's room.
At this moment, everyone who should be present was in Murong Zhen's room.
"Master, you are finally awake." Lao Li stood beside Murong Zhen's bed with tears streaming down his face.
Murong Zhen leaned against the bed, his face not looking too good.
"How long have I been asleep?"
Gu Siying responded slowly: "Uncle, you have been plagued by nightmares these days. The doctor gave you a sedative and let you sleep for two more days."
Murong Zhen's mind kept replaying the scene at that time, and he was puzzled for a moment.
"For so many years, my brother has never come to see me in my dreams, and he has never given me any dreams."
"Why did you get caught up without any warning this time?"
"Besides, my brother and I had no enmity during his lifetime, so why did he treat me as his enemy in the dream?"
When he thought of this, his mind was filled with questions and he couldn't figure it out at all.
Ye Xiu's eyes were sharp and his thin lips parted slightly: "Of course someone has tampered with it."
As soon as these words came out, Murong Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel startled, and there was a hint of guilt in his eyes that should not be noticed.
Murong Xin'er on the side looked at him unconsciously, and just caught the hint of guilt keenly.
Her lips were slightly raised, and her hands were indeed dirty.
She looked at the man beside her thoughtfully, not intending to say anything, and just watched quietly.
Murong Zhen's face was filled with shock: "Is there anyone with impure thoughts in the family?"
Gu Siying: "Uncle, Ye Xiu and I think so."
"You are tortured by nightmares for no reason. It seems that someone did it deliberately."
With a touch of self-mockery on his face, Murong Zhen said slowly: "If people sit at home, disaster will come from the sky."
"Who has such evil intentions and wants to provoke conflicts?"
Ye Xiu couldn't help but cast his eyes at Murong Xiaofeng who was standing aside, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Murong Xin'er, you go out first."
Murong Xin'er's face was instantly filled with shock and incomprehension: "Is there any secret that I can't hear?"
Ye Xiu didn't hide it at all and nodded coldly: "Yes."
Murong Xin'er was suddenly filled with anger, without any intention of leaving: "I am also my father's daughter, why can't I listen to matters that concern my father?"
Ye Xiu: "Of course I have my reasons."
Murong Xin'er wanted to refute again, but Murong Zhen naturally saw some clues and said first: "Xin'er, you go out first."
Even Murong Zhen spoke, but all Murong Xin'er's retorts were stuck in his throat, and he had no choice but to leave with a look of resentment on his face.
At this time, Murong Xiaofeng on the side naturally understood something and started to think of words in his mind.
Murong Zhen: "Xiu'er, just say whatever you want."
Ye Xiu walked towards Murong Xiaofeng, with a hint of coldness in his eyes: "Is it you who did the thing about uncle being tortured by nightmares?"
Murong Xiaofeng originally thought about how to use a roundabout way of saying things, but he didn't expect the man in front of him to be so direct, which made him a little at a loss for a moment.
He swallowed and tried to stay calm: "Why does my brother think it was me?"
"My uncle is so kind to me, there is no reason for me to frame him."
Ye Xiu said coldly: "Because of your father."
"You thought it was your uncle who killed your father, so you deliberately contacted him from the beginning in order to get close to your uncle and take revenge."
When Murong Zhen heard these words, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.
"Xiaofeng, is this really true? Do you really think I killed your father?"
Hearing the man speak his heart out word for word, Murong Xiaofeng's heart couldn't help but start beating rapidly.
"I don't think so, you misunderstood me."
He seemed to have spent a lot of effort to spit out a few feeble syllables.
Ye Xiu saw Murong Xiaofeng, who was still arrogant, and his face darkened: "Your uncle's being tortured by nightmares has something to do with your father, and no one in this family will harm your uncle because of your father's affairs, let alone think that it was your uncle who killed him.
Your father."
"And you suddenly appeared and won my uncle's trust. As soon as you moved in here, my uncle was tortured by this incident."
"This is all too much of a coincidence. Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"
Ye Xiu's words made Murong Xiaofeng not know how to refute. He knew that whatever he said now seemed like quibbles.
Everyone present looked at him with suspicion, as if they were looking at the murderer.
He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with coldness: "I did it, did I do something wrong?"
"Let me ask you, your father died unexpectedly, don't you want to take revenge?"
"He killed my father, causing me to lose my home since I was a child. I live a life that is worse than death every day. Shouldn't he die?"
It turned out that all this was an illusion. He originally thought that Murong Xiaofeng had dispelled his doubts about him, but he didn't expect that he always believed that he killed his father.
His body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and he felt chilled.
"Xiaofeng, I was not the one who killed your father."
"My relationship with your father is very good, and I have never thought of killing him."
Murong Xiaofeng sneered, obviously not believing what he said.
"Evildoers always have a reason."
"The closer the person is, the more likely he is to deliver the fatal blow."
"You are now enjoying everything that originally belonged to your father with peace of mind. Are you at peace?"
Murong Zhen's face was filled with a sense of powerlessness, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Xiaofeng, I have always believed that your father is the best person to head the Murong family, and I have never thought of replacing him."
"When I learned that your father was framed, I was more nervous than anyone else and wanted to save him."
"As long as there was a glimmer of hope, I would try my best to treat him."
Murong Xiaofeng's eyes were filled with scarlet, and he said angrily: "Why do you have the nerve to say these things out loud here? Don't you think you are hypocritical?"
"I'm not a father, you don't need to pretend to show me?"
His words were like thousands of silver needles piercing deeply into Murong Zhen's heart, and a heart-piercing pain eroded his whole body.
"Xiaofeng, everything I say is the truth and I have never pretended."
"The person who killed your father is someone else."
Murong Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows coldly and asked: "Then tell me who it is?"
Ye Xiu glanced at Lao Li beside him and glanced at him.
"Butler, tell him the truth about that year."
Lao Li held a document bag and walked slowly to Murong Xiaofeng with deep meaning in his eyes.
"Master Xiaofeng, you will understand after reading this."
After finishing speaking, he handed the document bag to Murong Xiaofeng.