Divorced by her husband's family and rejected by her own! She defiantly turned her life around

Registrar Yang was in a real bind. The top leader was dead, the second-in-command had run away, what use was he now? Oh, right, there was also Clerk Tang, he needed to be brought here quickly.

Tang Dianshi had already led his constables on a patrol of the streets. Upon learning of the assassination of the county magistrate, he immediately rushed to the county government office.

"Registrar Yang, what's going on?"

"The lord was stabbed to death, just like Guo Changfeng."

"Tang, what do you think we should do now? The newly appointed County Magistrate Fang has gone to the prefectural city, and now it's just the two of us who can manage this county office."

"Registration Officer Yang, what do you think? I'll go and close the city gates. We can leave the magistrate's body at the county office for now. The weather is cold, so the body won't decompose. We'll wait for news from the prefectural city."

"Alright, let's do it this way. I'll have someone bring the young master back first. The young master will be in charge of the master's funeral arrangements."

Alas, ever since the lady left, the master...

"That's enough, let's split up and get on with it."

"By the way, Registrar Yang, who discovered the lord's death?"

"It was the master's servant. He said that the master was in a bad mood last night, drank alone, and even scolded him."

He went out and stood outside the door to wait and serve, but the master had drunk too much and fell asleep on the table. The servant went in, helped the master to bed, and then left.

This morning, he got up early to attend to the master, but the master didn't wake up. He pushed open the door and called out several times, but there was no response. He then checked carefully and found that the master was already dead.

Registrar Yang and Clerk Tang were in a real bind. In their small county of Lingshui, one after another, government officials had died, but the cases were proving difficult to solve. It was truly distressing.

The servant drove the carriage to the academy gate. The gatekeeper recognized him. "Are you here to see Young Master Su? Would you like me to call someone for you? Or would you like to go inside and find him yourself?"

"I'll go in and find it myself."

Inside the academy, the master was giving a lecture. The old master stood at the front explaining, and the students sat upright, listening attentively.

The servant stood outside the classroom but did not disturb them, waiting quietly.

The Master finally finished explaining this passage and was now asking his students questions.

Knock, knock, knock, the classroom door was knocked on. The teacher looked displeased. He was in the middle of a lively conversation when someone dared to disturb him.

The door was opened, and the teacher saw that the person standing outside was the magistrate's servant. His expression immediately changed.

"Good morning, Master. I've come to see my young master."

The teacher called out into the classroom, "Su Nanxing, come out here."

Su Nanxing was also displeased. Couldn't they have waited until after class to come find him at this time?

"Why are you here?"

The servant whispered a few words in his ear, and Su Nanxing almost fell over after hearing them, his face turning extremely pale.

The servant immediately helped him up, saying, "Young master, you must hold on! The manor is waiting for you to take charge!"

Su Nanxing had only taken a few steps forward when he turned back to ask the teacher for leave, and then hurriedly left with the servant.

The Master could tell from his expression that something serious must have happened, and nodded in agreement.

Su Nanxing sat in the carriage, his mind in turmoil. He knew a little about what his father had been doing recently, but in officialdom, everything was forced by circumstances. Who was responsible for his father's death?

Why did Mother leave? Father had already done enough; what more could she possibly want?

When the carriage arrived at the county government office, Su Nanxing first went to see his father, and then went to find Registrar Yang.

"Registrar Yang, my father cannot die in such an unclear way. We must find out the real culprit and give him an explanation."

"What you say is absolutely right, young master. Now only Tang Dianshi and I are left in this county office. Fang, the county magistrate, has already gone to the prefectural city to report this matter."

Tang Dianshi has already sealed the city gates and is apprehending the murderer.

I will remain at the county office to handle government affairs and assist the young master in arranging the master's funeral. Everything will depend on news from the prefectural city.

"How did your father die?"

"The coroner has examined the body. It was killed in the same way as Guo Changfeng: his neck was first broken, and then his limbs were broken."

"This thief is incredibly audacious, daring to harm an official of the imperial court like this. If I catch him, I will make sure he is torn to pieces and his bones are scattered to the winds."

"Young master, what are your thoughts on how the master's funeral arrangements should be made?"

"Set up a mourning tent first, and wait for news from the prefectural city."

The news of the county magistrate's assassination spread quickly throughout the county town. Some people applauded and cheered, saying it was good that he died, that it was retribution, and that he had taken advantage of them, leaving them poor people. Others couldn't understand why he had changed so drastically in such a short time, when he had been such a good official.

Su Nanxing immediately wrote a letter and sent it to the capital. His father was dead, but his mother was still living a happy life outside. He felt sorry for his father.

The capital is far away and the mountains are high. I don't know when his mother will receive the letter or when she will be able to come back.

The people in the manor quickly set up the mourning hall. Su Nanxing, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt in front of the mourning hall without shedding a single tear, silently burning paper money.

His father died, and he could only rely on his mother from now on. When his mother came back this time, he went with her to the capital to stay with his maternal grandfather's family.

He was his mother's only son, and she would certainly not hold his past actions against him.

After hearing Fang Zhihua's account of the matter, Prefect Cai flew into a rage, shouting, "Why aren't you in the county seat managing things? What are you doing back here?"

"My lord, I'm scared. There's something strange about Lingshui County. The previous county magistrate just died not long ago, and now the county magistrate is dead too. If I stay any longer, I'm afraid I'll be next."

"Sir, you must send officials from the prefectural city to investigate this matter. Those goods may truly be lost forever. Su Yimin and I have turned the county town upside down, but we haven't found a single clue."

"Fang Zhihua, you must return to the county town. I will send people to assist you in investigating this matter. When you return, behave yourself and do not cause any more trouble. It must be because you went too far and angered the public."

"My lord, could I not go? Just find me a job in the prefectural city."

"No, this is His Highness's will. I will submit a memorial immediately to appoint you as the county magistrate."

Prefect Cai ordered the head constable of the prefectural government to take a dozen men and go with Fang Zhihua to Lingshui County.

For several days in a row, Su Nanxing sat alone in the mourning hall to keep vigil. The candlelight in the mourning hall flickered, and the white sails hanging there fluttered, making it look eerie and terrifying. Su Nanxing, a teenager, could not bear this atmosphere. Coupled with the exhaustion of the past few days, he actually fainted.

He lay on the floor of the mourning hall all night, and the next day he developed a high fever.

It is said that people grow cold when they leave a man's house. With the magistrate dead and his wife gone, even the servants in the mansion became arrogant and domineering.

Su Nanxing was so delirious from the fever that no one noticed.

When the servant went in, he found that Su Nanxing's face had turned blue and purple. He immediately carried her into the room and sent a servant to fetch a doctor.

The visitor was none other than Doctor Li from Huichuntang. After taking the patient's pulse and examining him carefully, he shook his head and sighed, "The patient suffered a shock, the high fever lasted too long, and it was discovered too late. It has already damaged the lungs and head. My skills are insufficient; please find someone more skilled!"

Doctor Li was about to leave with his medicine box when his servant stopped him and told him to wait. He immediately ran to the county government office to fetch Registrar Yang.

"The young master of Registrar Yang is critically ill. What do you think we should do?"

"Wasn't this person perfectly fine before? How did they suddenly become critically ill?"

"The doctor said that he was frightened and caught a cold, and his high fever wouldn't go down."

"It's an illness, there's nothing I can do about it, you'll have to figure out how to handle it yourself."

The servant sent Doctor Li back first. Not long after, Su Nanxing breathed his last, and the corpse in the mourning hall became two.

What's this called? A son following his father to the death—that's incredibly filial!