Chapter 52 Murdering Husband? Moment of Victory!

The moment Han Sixue snatched the knife, Xie Yao felt something.

She forced herself to suppress the urge to kick her away and watched her pick up her knife and stab Xie Chengyu.

Except for Xie Yao, everyone was stunned.

Even Xie Chengyu himself couldn't escape.

Xie Yao silently tapped Han Sixue's elbow, moving the blade half an inch away.

“Puff—”

Xie Chengyu's breath stopped and he lowered his head in disbelief.

"I, Han Sixue, am divorcing my husband today!"

After saying this, Han Sixue suddenly drew out the blade.

The hatred in her eyes blazed like a raging fire, completely different from her usual cowardly and submissive appearance.

Blood spurted out from the blade and Xie Chengyu's chest, splashing on her calm face, and then sliding from her cheek to her lips.

"Thanks to sister Ayao, today, I finally remembered my name."

Han Sixue turned around and returned the long sword to Xie Yao with both hands.

The knife was pulled out, but Xie Chengyu felt his throat was blocked by blood, he couldn't breathe, and pain spread all over his body.

Blood gushed out of his mouth and he could only make a "huh-huh" sound.

“Ahhh! Murder!!!”

The servant who was kicked unconscious by Xie Yao woke up slowly, roared, and fainted again.

Xie Mingan finally came to his senses: "Quick, call a doctor! Quick!"

The night became noisy and was dyed with thick blood.

Han Sixue stared at Xie Chengyu being carried away, stared at the large pools of blood, stared at her own bloody hands, and stared at the crushed red bean cake on the ground.

Finally, she asked, "Uncle, can my niece divorce Xie Chengyu?"

Wenchang Bo: "Yes, yes, whatever you say is fine! But killing someone means paying with one's life. You are really crazy, you mad woman, murdering your own husband!"

"Han, how could you murder your own husband!" Aunt Sun lamented, "Even if you were Minister Han's sister, if you did such a heinous act, our Xie family would not be able to save you."

"According to the Yan calendar, there was only divorce between a man and a woman, or a man divorcing his wife; there was never a woman divorcing a man."

"Then let's just call it a divorce. After all, the person is dead, and the dead are the greatest."

Han Sixue did not argue, and looked like she had given up. There was a faint air of dejection about her.

Xie Yao looked at her and thought of herself in her previous life, as well as the lifeless King Jingbei on the day the decree was announced.

One cannot live like that, not even for revenge.

Aunt Sun complained again, "Yao'er, tell me, why do you carry a knife so late at night... Why doesn't your knife even have a sheath?"

Xie Yao shrugged her shoulders: "Auntie, is it useful to say this now? Otherwise, can you give me another golden scabbard?"

Aunt Sun was speechless.

Wenchangbo pressed his still aching waist and legs, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

He wanted to ask, why didn't Xie Yao kick Han away when he tried to grab the knife today?

"Killing Xie Chengyu was my own doing. It had nothing to do with anyone else, and it had nothing to do with Sister Ayao's knife."

Han Sixue said, "I'm willing to pay with my life for another's. Master, please arrest me and bring me before the authorities. I plead guilty."

Xie Mingan looked hesitant.

At this time, Xie Yao spoke calmly: "Who said this was murdering her husband? It was Xie Chengyu who wanted to kill and silence her first. Sister Han was just resisting."

"Besides, people don't necessarily die."

As she spoke, she took out a handkerchief, gently raised her hand, and wiped the blood off Han Sixue's face.

This plain face, with a small mole at the corner of the eye, looks very fragile, but when stained with blood, it becomes cold and sharp.

Xie Yao had wanted to help Han Sixue recognize Xie Chengyu before, but she was also afraid that she would not be able to stand up on her own. She was afraid that even if she knew something, she would still endure it cowardly, and then there would be nothing she could do.

Only now did she realize how resolute and tenacious Han Sixue was.

Divorce your husband, kill your husband, and never look back.

Han Sixue wanted to say something, but when she met Xie Yao's clear eyes, her nose suddenly felt sore and her tense body softened.

Overwhelmed with emotions, she fell into Xie Yao's arms, tears silently streaming down her face.

"Cry, and it will pass away after you cry. Those who left me, yesterday cannot be kept."

Xie Yao's shoulders were wet. She lowered her eyes and said softly, "It's not worth paying for someone like this with your life."

Xie Zhi had never seen such a bloody scene before. He was so scared that he hid behind Aunt Sun, trembling.

"Auntie, what should I do? I'm clearly innocent, but if Xie Chengyu dies, I won't be able to explain myself..."

Aunt Sun comforted her with tears in her eyes: "Don't worry, Zhizhi, I am here, and I will never let you suffer any injustice."

A farce, finally ended.

Xie Ming'an naturally did not want to see the official. His nephew's life was not as important as his reputation for integrity and courtesy.

He issued a strict order that no matter whether Xie Chengyu was dead or alive, no one was allowed to discuss or publicize what happened tonight.

The doctor who had just left during the day was called back overnight to rescue Xie Chengyu, while Xie Yao took Han Sixue and temporarily returned to Wanxiangyuan.

Xu Susu had not fallen asleep yet. When she saw her daughter bringing Han Sixue back, she did not ask anything. She just asked someone to clean up the side room and asked her to stay there first.

Finally, Xie Yao returned to her room.

Days of planning and calculation came to an end.

From the time Xie Chengyu returned home four days ago to deliver a letter for Lu Shenyan, to the time she asked Rendong to contact Lao Su and changed the meeting place to Zuixue Tower, to prepare a "handwritten letter from Lu Shenyan" for Pu Wei.

Because Pu Wei did not leave many letters for Lu Shenyan, Xie Yao had to deliver those letters for him.

She was actually not very good at imitating other people's handwriting, but she was very familiar with Lu Shenyan's handwriting.

In his previous life, before he passed the imperial examination and became the top scholar, his handwriting was a little soft and a bit stingy.

He heard that the emperor liked strong and sharp handwriting, and Xie Yao's handwriting was similar, so he asked her to guide his handwriting.

It can be said that Lu Shenyan's later calligraphy was taught by her.

The jade hairpin that Pu Wei had held in her hand before was the so-called token of love, and it was bought by Xie Yao for three taels of silver in West Street.

Lu Shenyan didn't realize until he was beaten to a pulp that the letter he tore up and Pu Wei's accusations were all meant to make him angry and embarrassed, and he would say things he didn't think were right, and eventually become the laughing stock of the capital.

Until yesterday's big show at Yunhe Tower, Xie Chengyu's blood finally soothed her fatigue of the past four days.

Pu Wei boiled some hot water and gave Xie Yao a bath.

She saw for the first time the scars on Xie Yao's body from the battles, and couldn't help but ask distressedly, "Miss, these wounds..."

"It's all fine now," Xie Yao said with a smile, "These are actually my achievements."

Pu Wei sighed, "Swords speak silently on the battlefield. Fortunately, the young lady has returned to the capital and will not suffer any more."

Xie Yao shook her head: "The fighting in the backyard is sometimes even more sinister and vicious than on the battlefield."

Pu Wei was slightly stunned, and after thinking about it, he realized that it was indeed the case.

She has been in Yunhe Tower for many years and has seen the warmth and coldness of human nature. There are countless sufferings in the world, but the coldest and most indifferent is a man's heart.

And isn’t the conspiracy and scheming in the harem just to get that heart?

Originally, Miss Xie redeemed her and gave her a sum of money, which was enough for her to have simple meals in the future. However, she couldn't explain why she just wanted to follow Miss Xie.

It wasn't until tonight, when he saw Han Sixue, that Pu Wei suddenly understood.

As long as she is with Xie Yao, she will not live in a muddle. She is clear-headed. She is Pu Wei, she is herself.

"It's a pity that Master Bo suppressed the matter," Pu Wei poured hot water on Xie Yao and narrowed her eyes. "Why don't I think of a way to spread the news about tonight so that everyone knows about it."

In the mist, Xie Yao raised her head, her fair and smooth neck outlined an arc, her red lips were naturally red, and her pair of black eyes like glass were shining with cold light, slightly obscured by her slightly wet black hair.

Pu Wei swallowed her saliva, and when she took off the sharp Xie Yao from the daytime, she was so beautiful and graceful, like a painting, which even amazed and moved her as a woman.

"No rush."

Xie Yao closed her eyes, enjoying the moment of victory and relaxing for a short while.

"Someone said they would tell the Emperor...for me."