The Blessed

Hearing that Ling Qiyun was dying, Ling Chenglong and his wife hurriedly took the carriage to go to the old Ling family, Ling Jingxuan and Ling Jinghan were also with them, but not the kids, first, they held a skeptical toward this the news, second, the old Ling family had never admitted the two kids, so they didn’t need to take them for humiliation.

After arriving, before the carriage stopped steadily, Ling Chenglong and his wife already brushed open the curtain and jumped off. Ling Jingxuan and his younger brother behind gave each other a look and said nothing. If the old man was really dying, those things, right or wrong, seemed to become meaningless. Although their parents were no longer members of the old Ling family nominally, after all, they were still his son and daughter-in-law and they should come here to see him for the last time.

"Second uncle, second aunt-in-law, finally! Grandpa is dying! Hurry!"

After they went into the yard, a woman in her twenties with a married woman’s chignon went forward to greet them with a weeping tone. She was the big son’s daughter Ling Xiaoran who had just been repudiated. Ignoring her, Ling Chenglong and his wife strode toward the main room, while Ling Jingxuan and Ling Jinghan behind captured that flashing smiling feeling and calculation under her eyes. The two of them lowered their eyes and passed over her, without even giving her a chance to speak.

Ling Chenglong and his wife who came into the room first swept over at Ling Chengcai and others who had long been watching there. Because of the imperial decree thing, they had already had a problem with Ling Chengcai and his wife, so they directly looked past them and nodded at Ling Jinghong. When their eyes reached the old man lying in bed, only in a few months, he had already had been lantern-jawed, with senile plaque all over the face. His hands exposed out of the quilts were like two sere and yellowish claws.

Seeing here, Ling Chonglong and his wife couldn’t help reddening the eyes. Even though they had already had no connections nominally, what was flowing in his body was his blood. That kind of dense blood relationship couldn’t be erased by a thin statement and a new family tree.

As Ling Qicai, who was sitting by the bedside, heard the noise from outside, he turned around and saw it was Ling Chenglong and his wife, he hurriedly offered the spot nearest to the old man to them. Ling Chenglong and his wife hurriedly walked over, and only by then did Ling Qicai saw clearly the sorrow and sadness on their faces. Compared with others in the room, so many times more genuine. For this, Ling Qicai made a light sigh. If it hadn’t been that his big brother had been so impulsive, why would the whole family have ended up like this?

"Dad…Uncle Ling…"

Sitting by the bed, Ling Chenglong anxiously grabbed his hand, and the word ‘dad’ that blurted out was replaced by Uncle Ling, because he suddenly remembered that his parents no longer acknowledged him, so he was afraid that calling him dad would stimulate him. Lady Wang by his side secretly wiped her tears. As the old man had turned into this appearance, the resentment in their heard instantly decreased a lot.

The words Uncle Ling instantly opened the distance between them. Ling Qiyun’s cloudy eyes suddenly beamed, and he also breathed a lot more smoothly suddenly. He grabbed back at Ling Chenglong’s hands tightly. One already couldn’t tell he was a dying person. Right after Ling Jingxuan went in, he saw this scene. Others all thought that the old man’s situation improved a lot as he saw Ling Chenglong and his wife, but Ling Jingxuan darkened his eyes. That was obvious terminal lucidity. It seemed the old man was really dying.

"Jing...Ahem..."

The old man opened his mouth wanting to say something, but maybe too anxious, he gave violent coughs, and also tightened his hand holding Ling Chenglong’s. After quite a while, he caught his breath and asked, “Jing…Jinghan got a linsheng title?”

"Hmm, the list was only released yesterday and Jinghan just came back today. Both he and Chenggui are xiucai now.”

Knowing that he had always attached great importance to fame, Ling Chenglong also didn't feel anything wrong, and answered his questions honestly, then the old man’s cloudy eyes looked over at Ling Jingxuan and Ling Jinghan standing side by side there, dribbling, and the hand holding Ling Chenglong tightening harder, as if trying to crush it.

"Good, good, I never imagined that you are so promising after separating yourself from us. Good!”

Why did those words sound so not pleasant to the ears? Ling Chenglong and others couldn’t help frowning, but none made a sound. As the old man had become like this, what was there to argue about?

After a moment’s silence in the room, the old man made another move. His other hand kept fumbling in the inner side of the bed, and then felt out a black wooden box, about a brick’s size, quite aged. Facing everyone’s doubtful eyes, he handed the box to Ling Chenglong, “Here is the title deeds for the house and land and silver, all the savings of your mother and me. I’ll leave them all to you.”

Seeing this, everyone was shocked. Ling Chengcai subconsciously wanted to jump out to say no. Chenglong also moved out and lived dependently. If the old left all the properties to him, what about him and Chenghu? But he got stopped by his wife Lady by the side, who threw him an eye signaling him to go on watching. Given her understanding of the old man, things wouldn’t be like what they thought.

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