Chapter 743 - The Truth About the Dumplings (1/2)

During these two to three years, Shen Yunya’s network of connections had become extensive. And now, she was also a disciple of Shang Institution, where, one by one, the masters would protect her and help to cover up anything bad she had done. So, Shen Yunya was basically untouchable for the time being.

“After I died, did Big brother Jin eat the dumplings?” Feng Tianlan asked.

Thinking back to Xi Jin’s decline and death wish during that period, Xi Lin nodded and said, “Imperial Brother almost didn’t want to live at the time. It was Shen Yunya who took a bowl of dumplings to Imperial Brother. Then Imperial Brother no longer got drunk day and night, and he pulled himself together. I remember that Imperial Brother said they were dumplings you had personally insisted on making, even though you were terminally ill. They were put in the icehouse by Shen Yunya to be frozen. So, he was like this.”

Recalling how with extreme sorrow Xi Jin had eaten those dumplings that night like they were his last hope when everything seemed completely hopeless, Feng Tianlan closed her eyes, finding it difficult to bear.

When Xi Lin saw that Feng Tianqi didn’t look well, she suddenly got a bad feeling. “Dai’er, did you not make the dumplings?” she asked. “Or what’s the matter? Don’t tell me that Shen Yunya put some bewitching potion in them?”

Otherwise, why else would Imperial Brother believe Shen Yunya time and time again and insist on marrying her?

Feng Tianlan shook her head, struggling to speak. “Those dumplings were made from my bones, my face, and eyes.”

“What?” Xi Lin stared in horror. Had she heard her wrong?

She must’ve heard wrong. Or maybe Dai’er meant something else.

“The soup was made with the bones from my knees, the dumpling skin was made from my face, and the filling was made from my eyes. They were all personally taken from my body by those two people.”

Before Feng Tianlan had finished speaking, Xi Lin felt her stomach roil, and then she ran to one side to directly bend over and vomit. That was even more terrible than some bewitching potion. How could Shen Yunya do that?

Feng Tianlan gently closed her eyes, and two drops of tears rolled down her cheeks. Even if nearly three years had passed, whenever she remembered the betrayal, and whenever she thought about what Big Brother Jin had eaten, her heart couldn’t help but ache.