Yan Menghuai held the small packet of arsenic in her hand, her heart trembling involuntarily.
Although she had the intention to kill Yan Li, she ultimately couldn't overcome her conscience and didn't go through with the poisoning.
But at this very moment.
Yan Li, however, died.
A wave of panic washed over Yan Menghuai. She bit her forearm hard to keep herself from making a sound.
She wanted to move, but the space under the bed was small, and she had nowhere to hide. She was also afraid that the noise she made would alert Wen Hao and cause her to lose her life.
Fortunately, in order to avoid being exposed in the new house, she hid there in advance and even did not eat for two or three days beforehand, just in case an uncontrollable accident occurred.
It's not a pleasant experience to be in the same room as a dead person.
She thought that if Wen Hao hadn't been there, she definitely wouldn't have been able to bear it.
Moreover, the angle at which she was lying was so perfect that no matter how she moved her eyes, Yan Li's face was always in front of her, and she could see it as soon as she opened her eyes.
There's nowhere to hide, nowhere to avoid.
She thought she just needed to lie there until dawn.
He even wondered why Wen Hao had taken action.
He doesn't like Yan Li.
They were only after the Yan family's wealth.
Upon realizing this answer, Yan Menghuai was secretly overjoyed, even looking at Yan Li's corpse with a hint of mockery, thinking that God still favored her.
But she is still alive.
Yan Li was destined to have no chance.
To Yan Menghuai's surprise, the next day after dawn, Wen Hao did not take Yan Li out. Instead, he continued to hold her body and sat on the ground.
Yan Menghuai couldn't see Wen Hao's face, so she couldn't see his expression. She could only stare at his back, thinking that perhaps he was waiting for the servants in the mansion to find out and come in.
By this time, the bloodstains on the ground had long since dried, emitting an extremely unbearable odor. She couldn't help but feel a sense of repulsion, hoping that those people would discover the abnormality inside the house soon.
She couldn't stand being in this place any longer.
Later, the door to the new house was indeed pushed open.
But Wen Hao also went mad without any warning.
He held Yan Li's body tightly, not allowing anyone to approach, and even drew his sword, showing none of the composure she had seen him with late at night.
Even the young master from the Li family was driven away by him.
Yan Menghuai realized that her plan was about to be put on hold again, so she just waited quietly, but she still had to look at Yan Li's face.
Although they are of the same clan.
Yan Li, however, was so beautiful that she seemed otherworldly.
She bore no resemblance to this person whatsoever; even though the person before her was dead, she was still no match for a single hair on his head.
She was as beautiful as a celestial being, as beautiful as the moon reflected in water. Even in death, her face did not lose the slightest bit of charm, and anyone who saw her would be mesmerized.
Yan Menghuai disliked that Yan Li was always superior to her.
Both were daughters of merchants, yet she was able to marry a top scholar and become the wife of an official, while she was driven out of the Yan family mansion and her name was even removed from the Yan family genealogy.
Now she's dead, and she died in the bridal chamber, in Wen Hao's arms.
If the timing hadn't been so inappropriate, Yan Menghuai would have already burst out laughing.
As time went by, Yan Menghuai stopped closing her eyes in rejection. Instead, she stared intently at Yan Li's face, studying it carefully and wondering if things would be different if she could have a face like hers.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but just when she felt she was about to starve to death in the room, Wen Hao suddenly woke up again.
Nobody cares whether there's an extra person under the bed in the new house.
This place became an unspoken forbidden area within the Yan family compound.
Yan Menghuai crawled out under the cover of night, and in the moment of her impending death, she stumbled home.
That's really strange.
As daughters themselves, why did her closest relatives not care at all when she was missing for several days? They weren't even curious about where she had been during those days. They just cursed and said she was out fooling around, and gave her a bowl of cold rice porridge.
Even if her cousin only went out for a trip and returned half an hour late, her uncle and aunt would anxiously mobilize the entire household to search for her, fearing that she had encountered some danger.
Is that the face?
Or is it her identity?
Below the hall, Yan Menghuai suddenly chuckled softly, looking at Wen Hao, and said, word by word:
"Wen Hao, I didn't poison her,"
"But how Yan Li died, I think... no one knows better than you."
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