"When did you find out? What do you know? ”

An Yifeng asked almost a little frantically, but An Yihan didn't seem to see An Yifeng's panic at all.

"I knew it a long, long time ago, but I don't have evidence, and it doesn't matter if there is evidence now, does it?"

An Yihan still looked at An Yifeng calmly, and the words he said were enough to scare An Yifeng into bursting his liver and gallbladder.

That year, although he was not very old, An Yihan always remembered that his mother had been in poor health since she gave birth to An Mengyao, and later his uncle found a witch doctor from southern Xinjiang to treat his mother, but he didn't expect that the day after the witch doctor came, his mother died.

Everyone said that it was caused by the witch doctor that his uncle found, and his father An Guogong even broke off relations with his mother's family because of this, and his uncle was even more speechless.

However, An Yihan always remembered that at noon, the maids were napping, and An Yifeng brought a bowl of medicine into his mother's house.

An Yifeng, who was only four years old at the time, told his mother that it was the witch doctor who asked him to send the medicine, so his mother drank it directly without suspicion, after all, who would suspect a four-year-old child?

It was also after he grew up that he secretly met his uncle, and when he met the witch doctor back then, he learned that the witch doctor didn't prescribe any medicine to his mother at all, and the bowl of medicine was brought in by An Yifeng himself.

He has been tracking for a long time, but there is still no evidence to prove what happened back then, no one saw An Yifeng enter his mother's house, and he did not recognize that An Yifeng took a bowl of medicine, all of which was as if An Yihan was dreaming by himself.

"People are dead, nothing matters anymore." An Yifeng suddenly lost all his strength and leaned back in the chair, "That was my first time killing someone, I didn't expect it to be so successful, and I didn't expect my grandmother to believe me so much, in fact, I wanted to tell her that the medicine was poisonous, do you believe it?" ”

An Yihan didn't speak, and An Yifeng didn't expect him to speak, so he paused for a moment and then continued to speak to himself.

"As long as my mother lets my grandmother drink this bowl of medicine, I am my father's favorite child, and Sister Mengyao can also play with me every day, I really believe it."

Recalling the past, An Yifeng's eyes were a little empty,

"But I don't regret it, because after my mother-in-law died, my treatment was really much better, my mother was even more favored, my treatment in Anguo Mansion was no worse than your sister-in-law, sometimes even better than you, which family in Xiyang City didn't envy me and didn't want to be me?"

After saying this, An Yihan laughed, the first half of his life was indeed brilliant enough, brilliant enough, and enviable enough, this is the result of his own hard work.

Hearing An Yifeng's piercing laughter, An Yihan, who had been restraining his emotions, finally couldn't restrain himself, picked up the rope on the table, and hit An Yifeng's body mercilessly.

Every whip is his self-reproach: Mother, I'm sorry for you, it took so many years to avenge you;

Every whip is his confession: to this day, he still has illusions about An Yifeng, hoping that he will get better;

Every whip was a wake-up call for him: he and An Yifeng no longer had any brotherly affection to speak of, and he had to keep it in mind.

After fighting for a quarter of an hour, An Yihan finally threw down the whip in his hand, and left without looking at An Yifeng.

An Yifeng also knew that An Yihan was no longer interested in the little thing he knew about the Great Xia Kingdom, and it was already his greatest restraint not to kill him directly.

(End of chapter)