My sister became the empress, but I'm still growing vegetables and raising chickens

Chapter 202 Something is fishy

"What did you say?" This time, even Si Xingzhi, who had always been polite and courteous, lost his composure and looked up at Feng Ziheng in surprise.

Did he know what he was talking about? Open the coffin?

The dead are the most important. They have already been buried and are at peace. How can we open their coffins at random?

Feng Ziheng's eyes were calm: "We must confirm whether your two sons are really dead."

Si Xingzhi stumbled and nearly fell. From the moment he saw Feng Ziheng, he could feel a strong sense of oppression. Feng Ziheng was no longer the well-behaved cousin he used to be. He had the demeanor of a superior, and his actions and behavior were cold. Only when he saw the unconscious Shao Qin did he show a bit of warmth.

But he thought that as long as he treated them as strangers, everything would be fine, so he just endured it. After all, saving his daughter and son was the most important thing.

Unexpectedly, Feng Ziheng now proposed to open the coffin to check whether his poor eldest son and second son were really dead.

How could Si Xingzhi bear it? He almost fainted, but Feng Zizhou was quick to catch him.

Feng Zizhou was furious and shouted, "Brother, do you know what you are talking about? Brother Jingyu and Ayuan are already dead! Brother Jingyu has been dead for four years, and Ayuan has been dead for over a year. Anyone in the village can find out about this!"

Feng Ziheng didn't care about his rage at all, and said calmly, "Seeing is believing."

Si Muyan stood at the back the entire time, observing the people present. There were six strangers in the hall. The two at the top were superiors, and below them sat two unknown individuals, likely subordinates of Feng Ziheng and the other lord. Behind them stood two men who looked like guards.

The person in the dominant position is naturally Feng Ziheng.

In fact, she was very curious. Although Feng Ziheng and Feng Zizhou had very different personalities, they were brothers after all. Why did their attitudes differ so much? Now, hearing Feng Ziheng's indifference and the fact that he was actually going to open the coffin, Si Muyan became thoughtful.

She wasn't the original owner, hadn't really had any contact with her two brothers, and as a modern person, she didn't have many thoughts about things like burial and opening the coffin. She just thought Feng Ziheng's behavior was very strange.

Considering her previous suspicion that her second brother's death was not normal, she began to understand.

Someone wants the eldest and second brothers to die. Now Feng Ziheng comes here to confirm whether the eldest and second brothers are really dead.

Feng Zizhou was still crying and making a fuss in front of Feng Ziheng, but he was Feng Ziheng's younger brother, so even the man next to him and the two people below him only dared to persuade him and not take any action.

Finally, the man next to him suggested, "Sir, what the young master said makes sense. The county has already learned that Si Jingyu is indeed dead. Should we send someone to the village to inquire about Si Jingyuan's situation?"

Feng Ziheng glanced at him and snorted coldly: "When have you ever done anything just based on hearsay?"

The man showed an expression of pity, but said nothing.

Feng Ziheng continued, "The living are more important. This prince is not here to ask for your opinion, but simply to let you know."

The living are more important!

Si Muyan's heart trembled. She stepped forward to support Si Xingzhi and shook his hand vigorously before saying to Feng Ziheng, "Sir, please allow me to prepare incense and candles. After all, they are my brothers. Since the coffins are to be opened, I would like to burn incense at their graves. I hope they will not be disturbed too much in their afterlife."

Feng Ziheng saw that there was someone sensible in the room, so he nodded: "The end of the hour."

They didn't stay here either, and all left the Si family. Feng Zizhou was originally going to be taken away, but he gritted his teeth, looking at his brother as if he were an enemy, glaring at him fiercely, and insisted on staying to accompany his cousin.

Feng Ziheng ignored him and left with his men.

After returning to the post station in the county town, Feng Ziheng washed his face and leaned back in a chair for a nap. Then someone knocked on the door and came in. It was the man sitting next to him today, Lord Kuang, the Minister of the Central Secretariat.

Lord Kuang glanced shrewdly at Feng Ziheng, who still had his eyes closed, and said, "You've been traveling all the way, and you miss your brother so much. I guess you haven't had a good rest in a few days, which is why you're so tired."

Feng Ziheng didn't agree with him and asked, "You still have things to do in the afternoon, why don't you take a rest, Lord Kuang?"

Lord Kuang sighed and stepped forward, saying, "Ziheng, you and I have been colleagues for many years and have a special bond. Why are you being so rude in front of me? The Si family is no longer a force to be reckoned with. Si Jingyu and Si Jingyuan are both dead. Why bother with all that? After all, he is your cousin."

Feng Ziheng finally opened his eyes and said calmly, "It is precisely because of our relationship and because the Empress Dowager was concerned about me that I discussed it with them and gave them time to prepare. Otherwise, what do you think?"

"You, you, really are..." Lord Kuang said with a smile, "It's just that your brother is really a little ignorant."

Feng Ziheng snorted coldly: "He has been spoiled by the Queen Mother and Grandmother and Mother!"

Hearing him mention the Empress Dowager in every sentence, Lord Kuang laughed dryly and stopped talking about it. Instead, he talked about the departure tomorrow.

At the Si family in Songji Village, the second sister was furious when she learned that Si Muyan had agreed to open the coffin. She demanded, "Sister, how could you agree to this? Our eldest and second brothers died tragically, yet they can't rest in peace even after death?"

Si Xingzhi sat there in a daze. Only after hearing these words did he react and turned back numbly: "Your sister... was also forced. Whether she agrees or not, the coffin will be opened. It's better to burn some incense for your brothers first..."

The second sister said, "What do you mean by forced? If they open the coffin, I will block the graves of my eldest and second brothers unless they kill me."

"Do you really think they don't dare to kill you?" Si Muyan said, "If they dare, not only you, but also my parents, us, my brother, and Xiaoxia'er. No one can escape. In order to avoid gossip, even the villagers of Songji Village died with them!"

The second sister was stunned for a moment and couldn't help shivering.

Si Muyan said: "In their eyes, our lives are just like those of ants."

At noon, the Si family set out first and asked Li Zheng to take Feng Ziheng and his party there at that time.

Si Muyan said to her second sister, "Second sister, you can stay at home and take care of Xiaoxia, so you don't have to go."

"You can entrust Xiaoxia to Mrs. Zhu, and I will go with you."

Si Muyan shook her head: "If you don't want your whole family to be buried here, you can't go!"

No matter how dumb the second sister was, she reacted and asked with wide eyes, "Sister, are you saying there's something fishy about the deaths of the eldest and second brothers? Then... shouldn't we take this opportunity to find out?"

Si Muyan shook her head: "Power is above us, how can we have the chance to find out? The living are more important."

My younger sister listened quietly, her hand slowly clenching into a fist, tightening ever tighter, her nails digging into her flesh without her even realizing it. She took a deep breath and silently repeated two words in her mind: rights.