The Full-Leveled Healer Transmigrates to a Real and Fake Rich Daughter Story

Chapter 230: See Through

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His eyes flickered as all kinds of speculations flashed through his heart. Did someone from the Murong family leak the secret, or...

Murong Yong raised his eyebrows slightly and retracted his gaze from Gu Yunzhen. He turned to look at Gu Yanfei and Shangqing Spiritual Master. He glanced back and forth between the two of them, his eyes as dark as the night.

Although he didn’t understand Gu Yanfei’s words, he could tell that Shangqing Spiritual Master was shocked.

Shangqing Spiritual Master flicked his horsetail whisk, and the long silver threads of the whisk floated up and down. He regained his composure and a faint smile appeared on his lips. “1 don’t understand what you mean. I’m just trying to save the seriously ill Old Madam Murong at the request of the Murong family.”

‘There’s a saying that the immortal Tao is noble and unlimited.”

He had a benevolent appearance. His face was as kind as the Three Pure Ones in the portrait, and his hair and beard fluttered.

Gu Yanfei sneered as if she had heard a joke. She stroked her sleeve and said leisurely,

‘You also know that the living is immeasurable. But this only applies to a living person, not a dead person.”

‘There’s no need to rush joy. The Old Madam passed away three years ago. If she has passed away, she’s dead. She can’t be brought back to life.”

‘Resurrection from the dead against destiny is against the will of the heavens.”

“It’s for the evil path.’

When she said the last words, the laziness in her voice was gone. She was as cold as if she had been soaked in cold water.

” The faint smile on Shangqing Spiritual Master’s lips completely froze as he stared deeply at the daughter of the Marquis Mansion.

Second Lady Gu actually said that his grandmother was dead! Murong Yong frowned, and a storm of hostility appeared in his eyes. His gaze landed on Gu

Yanfei’s face.

‘Ridiculous!” Murong Yong reprimanded unhappily and sneered. His low voice couldn’t hide his anger. “Second Lady Gu, your family first broke off the engagement for no reason, and now you’re cursing my grandmother to die.

You’re going too far.”

‘My grandmother is seriously ill, but she’s alive and well.”

Murong Yong punched a towering cypress tree beside him. The thick tree swayed and fell to the ground.

Murong Yong didn’t believe Gu Yanfei, but Gu Yunzhen did. Her heart skipped a few beats, and she couldn’t help but recall what Gu Yanfei had told her yesterday at the Murong family. ‘The Murong family isn’t a good place to go.

This marriage isn’t good.”

‘Well?” Gu Yanfei clapped and smiled, but there was mockery in her smile.

‘How often do you visit your grandmother?”

‘IAS long as I’m in the capital, I’ll go every three to five days,” Murong Yong replied.

Now that his grandmother was bed-ridden, his parents, uncles, and aunties would naturally serve her. As her grandson, he had already done his etiquette by going back every three to five days.

Immediately after, Gu Yanfei threw out a second and third question. “Did you smell her?”

‘Did you look at her face carefully?”

Without waiting for the other party to answer, Gu Yanfei continued, “Second Young Master Murong, you’ve also been on the battlefield. You must have seen the dead, smelled their scent, and touched their corpses, right?”

Gu Yanfei was quite direct and spoke the truth, unlike most people in the world who were often secretive about the dead.

Murong Yong stared fixedly at Gu Yanfei, his eyes filled with bewilderment. His entire body emitted a dangerous and fierce aura.

‘Don’t lie to yourself!” Gu Yanfei met his eyes without changing her expression. Her tone became sharper as she exposed the lie that he was trying to hide and deceive himself. ‘She’s long dead!”

Murong Yong’s expression changed drastically. Under the shadow of the cypress tree, his angular eyebrows looked even sharper.

On the other hand, Shangqing Spiritual Master was expressionless and motionless. Only the horsetail whisk fluttered in the wind.

“Impossible!” Murong Yong squeezed out this word from between his sore teeth. His tone was low, and another crease appeared between his furrowed brows.

Although he said that it was impossible, his thoughts were involuntarily affected by Gu Yanfei’s few words.

Some details that he had seen, smelled, and touched every time he went to his grandmother’s place in the past two months flashed through Murong Yong’s mind... It was as if the layer of gauze covering his eyes had been forcefully lifted.

His brow twitched violently, and his breathing grew heavier.

With Gu Yanfei’s eyesight, she could naturally see that Murong Yong’s heart was wavering.

She pursed her lower lip in understanding, her thoughts racing as she pressed on. ‘You went to see your grandmother before you went out today, right? Did she already have livor mortis on her face and neck?”

‘Did she smell more like a corpse?

Gu Yanfei was asking, but from her expression and tone, she clearly had an answer.

Those clear black eyes had long seen through everything and grasped the truth in her hands.

‘ Murong Yong’s eyebrows trembled again, and his pupils constricted.

He got married to celebrate his grandmother’s marriage. Before he went out to welcome the bride, he naturally went to his grandmother’s residence. However, his father blocked him and didn’t let him come close. At that time, his parents had urged him to come quickly to welcome the bride. He only thought that they were anxious.

But now...

Murong Yong thought about it from another angle and remembered some clues that he had overlooked just now.

When he entered his grandmother’s inner room, the bed curtains were hanging down. He seemed to see his grandmother’s face and neck through the gauze curtains...

Murong Yong almost didn’t dare to think further. His tall and muscular body was tense, and his heart was in turmoil.

Gu Yanfei raised her hand to cover her nose and sighed mockingly. “You’re covered in the stench of a corpse, but you don’t even know it.”

Murong Yong’s hooked nose twitched involuntarily. His eyes were dark, and the veins on his fists were bulging.

He didn’t lower his head to smell his clothes, but there was a faint stench of corpses lingering at the tip of his nose... Or perhaps this was the smell he had just smelled from his grandmother.

‘There really is!’

Third Young Master Murong, who had come with him to welcome the bride, couldn’t help but lean over and smell it. His face turned pale as he blurted out..