Chapter 135: The Clever Old Madam Jiang
Endured the whole night.
The servants of the Jiang Family brought over food, trembling with fear.
When Jiang Wan came out, they were just preparing to eat breakfast.
Jiang Wan had stayed inside for a very long time; although there were some sounds in between, the commotion was relatively small.
She had stayed inside longer than Jiang Huaisheng.
Jiang Changtian was even a bit surprised.
In fact, the first time he was locked inside, he had begged for mercy after just one hour.
It was only because he had been locked up so many times that he slowly adapted to that absolute darkness and silence, though he had also nearly gone insane.
Old Madam Jiang had forced herself to endure the whole night outside, having to watch her children suffer one by one.
It was fortunate that she usually took good care of her health; otherwise, she would not have been able to withstand sitting there for the entire night.
After Jiang Wan came out, she clung tightly to Madam Wu, as if she had lost her mind, hugging Madam Wu.
Her eyes were shrinking away, and she dared not look at Jiang Changtian.
Jiang Changtian ate his breakfast in a leisurely manner.
The men in black also took shifts to finish eating.
The breakfast at the Jiang Mansion was quite exquisite; although it was not as good as before, the foundation was still there, and the skills of the cooks were quite good.
After finishing breakfast, Jiang Changtian wiped his mouth with satisfaction: “As expected, eating with Mother is just so appetizing. Mother, you love chanting scriptures the most, and this Quiet Room was built specifically by you. It is your turn now.”
Old Madam Jiang had endured the night; she felt groggy and dizzy, and her body was very uncomfortable.
She did not know why, but after Ronger, Jiang Huaisheng, and Jiang Wan went into this small Quiet Room and came out, they all displayed extreme fear.
That little beast hadn’t spent any less time in there before.
She did not know what kind of tricks he had pulled.
But Old Madam Jiang felt that she might not be able to make it through.
She was of an advanced age and could not handle shocks. After Aunt Yao left, she had been bedridden for a period of time, and her health was not as good as it used to be.
Looking at Jiang Changtian, she spoke somewhat awkwardly: “Tian’er, we are mother and son, must it come to this point?”
Jiang Changtian looked at Old Madam Jiang, who had endured the night but was actually still quite spirited.
He had not heard her call him “Tian’er” for a long time.
He had even thought he was locked in the Quiet Room again. Once, when he was locked inside, he actually hallucinated his mother; his mother hugged him, patted his back, and told him not to be afraid.
It was also that time that he was even less afraid of being locked in the Quiet Room, and instead, he had a glimmer of anticipation.
Anticipating that in that darkness, there would be a mother hugging him.
He was actually suddenly feeling somewhat lost and bored.
Especially when looking at the face before him that was feigning kindness.
That was everything he had once longed for.
He looked at Old Madam Jiang expressionlessly and said: “I am considerate of your advanced age; you only need to stay for the duration of one stick of incense.”
Old Madam Jiang was pushed into the Quiet Room.
Jiang Changtian leisurely went to pick three sticks of incense and lit them.
White smoke curled upwards.
Jiang Huaisheng very much wanted to take her place, but having been inside once, that immense, indescribable fear made him unable to speak up.
Jiang Wan also did not dare to speak, clinging to Madam Wu like an infant in Madam Wu’s arms. She dared not look at Jiang Changtian; whenever her gaze accidentally met his, she would tremble with nervousness.
Jiang Rong, who seemed to have gone mad, had instead fallen asleep, sitting on a chair and snoring softly.
Everyone listened to the sounds from the Quiet Room; generally, no sound could be heard from inside unless someone was screaming shrilly at the top of their lungs.
However, the incense stick burned out, and there was still no movement inside.
Pushing the door open, the Old Madam had already fainted.
It turned out that as soon as the Old Madam went in, she had held her breath and fainted.
Jiang Changtian looked at the unharmed Old Madam Jiang and smiled.
This was the mother who raised him; half of his cleverness came from his mother’s teachings.
When he called out to Old Madam Jiang, he accidentally stepped on Old Madam Jiang’s hand and ground it, but she did not wake up.
Jiang Changtian left with the men in black.
The Jiang Family was in a mess.
Jiang Huaisheng had people carry his mother into the room to rest and sent for a doctor.
Looking at Jiang Wan and Ronger, who were both acting foolish, he had to have people look after them.
And he himself immediately found people to smash the Quiet Room.
This place was too terrifying.
He never wanted to step inside again in his entire life.
He could not wait to do it himself.
The hammer smashed through layer after layer of doors, and sunlight poured in.
Inside, it was very normal and ordinary; there was really nothing there.
Yet it hid immense fear; even looking at it in the daylight, it felt somewhat absurd.
Jiang Huaisheng smashed it with all his might, pouring all his anger onto it.
The walls were especially hard, and it seemed there was something special inside; it was harder to smash than earthen walls.
Gasping for breath from the smashing, Jiang Huaisheng still kept smashing it hammer blow by hammer blow.
When he smashed to the corner, he saw dense vertical lines in the corner and saw one word written on it: “Mother.”
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