Wen Hao's dazed state made everyone in the mansion afraid to speak.
Everyone knows what kind of methods this person uses. After the young lady died, their original intention was to report it to the authorities, find out the real culprit, and avenge their young lady.
Unexpectedly, when the officials arrived, Wen Hao acted like a madman, drawing his long sword and driving everyone away, preventing them from examining the body.
However, everyone knew that Yan Li was poisoned to death.
It was on Wen Hao's wedding night.
At the time, there were many rumors circulating, with many saying that Wen Hao had been too outspoken, stealing the title of top scholar from the son of the Minister's family and making a big splash in front of the current emperor, which led to his retaliation.
However, only the people in the household knew that the son of the Minister actually had quite a connection with their young lady, and the two could be described as childhood sweethearts.
If the master and mistress hadn't arranged this marriage so early on and interfered, there probably wouldn't have been so many unexpected changes.
Unfortunately, beautiful women have always had tragic fates.
…*…
At this time, Yan Li was unaware that she had already become a ghost. It wasn't until she returned to the house that she heard a rambling voice in her ear.
It felt unfamiliar, yet also strangely familiar.
[Immersive Mission: 1. Find the cause of death. 2. Live well.]
[Host's current identity: Demon.]
Evil spirit?
Are you talking about her?
Yan Li rubbed her temples, pushed open the door, and looked outside.
So ghosts aren't afraid of sunlight after all. She thought Wen Hao had ordered everyone in the manor to isolate her. Turns out, she was already dead.
After entering the room, Yan Li lay back down on the bed. Looking at the layout just like three years ago, she felt as if she were in a dream, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
She always felt that she was not dead, otherwise how could she see everything that had happened in the past three years?
But now, her system has arrived, forcing her to admit it.
Actually, she died a long time ago.
He died with extreme resentment and transformed into a vengeful ghost.
…*…
Yan Li had always had a suspect in her heart, and that person was Wen Hao.
Although the Yan family treated Wen Hao well, she never gave him a kind look and even occasionally had people cause him trouble.
In her opinion, Wen Hao only agreed to the marriage because he was after her family's money, and he was eager to become a live-in son-in-law.
Although he harbored great ambitions and always wanted to pass the imperial examinations and make a name for himself.
But Yan Li despised these poor, pedantic scholars the most.
They really thought they had achieved official rank in one fell swoop.
How could she possibly rival the legacy built by her ancestors?
ridiculous!
If he hadn't been delusional and agreed, she wouldn't have ended up in such a state.
***
Night falls.
Yan Li walked straight out of the door, and looking at the extremely quiet mansion, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.
The bright moonlight shone on her, making her red wedding dress appear even more vibrant. She cleared her throat and went to the study without hesitation.
These days, people who have done bad things feel guilty.
If her death had nothing to do with Wen Hao, why was he so eager to burn her clothes, and even unwilling to let go of the swing under the crooked tree?
As she thought about it, she reached up and touched her neck.
Ghosts don't feel pain.
Therefore, Yan Li did not know whether her rude behavior today had hurt her.
Under the cover of night, her vision was excellent, and she could easily spot the movements dozens of meters away, such as the night watchman secretly yawning and the patrolman slacking off under the eaves.
He was afraid of dying, but unfortunately, none of the night watchmen took it seriously.
Yan Li couldn't help but chuckle.
Not long after,
She floated to the front of the study in the Yan residence, and without knocking, she simply passed through the door as before.
Yan Li was unaware that Wen Hao had seen her during the day, nor did she know that she had been exposed the moment she entered the study.
This is a place that Yan Li has never set foot in for the past four years.
The study held so many memories for her. After her father died the year she was still alive, she made it a forbidden place and refused to set foot there again.
Three years have passed, and Wen Hao has become even more handsome. He no longer has the air of a scholar, but rather a more refined and authoritative air.
Most top scholars in the imperial examinations started as sixth-rank officials, but Wen Hao was an exception. He was a fifth-rank official and entered the Hanlin Academy as a reader-in-waiting.
Although the official position was respectable, in Yan Li's eyes, it was nothing more than a companion for a student.
Unexpectedly, in just about a year, he was promoted to the next rank, transforming from a tutor to a lecturer, becoming a role model in the hearts of scholars across the land.
It often attracted many scholars to visit his residence.
On a summer night, a cool breeze blew open a window, letting in a ray of moonlight that fell directly onto the desk.
Wen Hao paused, his hand holding the brush paused, and looking at the unnaturally white hand gripping the brush handle, his breathing slowed down.
In fact, there was another important reason why Yan Li had never doubted whether she was alive or dead in the past three years: she could only hold onto things, except people.
At first, she didn't notice anything unusual, until one day, when she picked up her cup to drink tea, a maid who came in to tidy the room suddenly seemed to have lost her soul and ran out of the room.
He even kept shouting things like "Help!" and "It's haunted!"
However, she has never had a good memory, and before long, she forgot about the matter, thinking that Wen Hao had given an order that none of the living people around her dared to approach her.
Yan Li came to her senses and looked at the half-finished portrait on the Xuan paper. She felt that it looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
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