Chapter 21
It was already noon when I returned to the mansion. I happened to see Wen Qiu Shui, who had been in the mansion for many days. Madam Jiang said that since she entered the Jiang Mansion, she has been well-behaved and polite when she meets people. There is no sign of anything wrong.
But now he came out from the direction of Wenming Cuiyuan stealthily, with hurried steps and looking back frequently.
Yin Su paused and half-closed his eyes.
Wen Qiu Shui seemed to have seen him, was startled for a moment, and ran away with a red face.
There was a cold flash in Yin Su's eyes. He followed her quietly. When she passed the rockery, he suddenly rushed out, grabbed her neck and led her into the rockery.
Wen Qiu Shui had a look of horror on his face, and his legs were kicking wildly on the ground, leaving traces on the dirt road.
Her throat was unable to utter words and she could only make babbling sounds. Yin Su suddenly let go of her hand and rubbed it on the rockery in disgust.
Then he took out a dagger from somewhere, and the dagger came out of the sheath with a "whoosh" sound. He then placed the dagger diagonally on Wen Qiu Shui's frightened face.
The cold touch instantly swept through his body, reaching every part of his body. Wen Qiushui trembled all over: "Ah...Ah Su."
A fierce murderous intent flashed in Yin Su's eyes, which disappeared as if a flash of cold light appeared. He chuckled, and his words exuded a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere. He tapped his fingers and repeated: "A Su?"
He smiled faintly and said slowly: "You may not understand me. I have always hated this name. Someone called me that before, and guess what happened, I cut off his tongue with a knife and he died."
"I remember there seemed to be a lotus pond in front, it is said to be two meters deep. If I kill you and throw your body in there, no one will find it. Who would care about the death of a maid in the Jiang Mansion? Even if you are lucky enough to be found in the future, I don't know when it will be, and who can clear your name?"
He looked calm and composed, smiling gently, but the words he said were frightening and terrifying to the core.
Wen Qiu Shui's legs went weak, his back pressed tightly against the rockery, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and he didn't dare to breathe.
Yin Su was like a demon crawling out of hell, with his bloody mouth wide open, stretching out his evil claws to take her life.
Wen Qiushui immediately changed his tone: "Yin...Yin Langxu, what are you going to do?"
Yin Su sneered, and spoke with a frosty face, like a sharp blade, slicing her to death bit by bit: "Miss Wen, have you ever heard of a saying, if you don't do anything wrong, you don't have to worry about ghosts knocking on your door."
His face turned stern, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he used more force on the short knife in his hand, the tip of the knife almost digging into the flesh: "Tell me, what are you doing at Miss Jiang's residence?"
Wen Qiushui hesitated: "I... I saw that the weather was very good today, so I thought of going to my cousin's yard to sit and chat with her."
She looked at Yin Su's expression tentatively, but couldn't see anything, so she had to speak carefully, and even her breathing became lighter.
She didn't believe that Yin Su really dared to kill her. Maybe he was just threatening her verbally. She was not a coward, otherwise how could she be alive now?
There was a flash of impatience in Yin Su's eyes, as if he was not satisfied with her answer.
Before Wen Qiu Shui could react, Yin Su quickly cut a long, thin wound on her neck. The sound of the knife sliding across flesh was particularly loud in the already lonely day. The cut was not deep, but it was enough to cause pain and teach her a lesson.
Yin Su sneered: "I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. I'll ask you one last time, what were you doing in Miss Jiang's yard?"
Wen Qiu Shui felt a pain in her neck, and her facial features wrinkled. Warm liquid instantly flowed out and passed across her skin. She suddenly felt a fear of impending death, and her pupils widened.
Later she realized that she seemed to still be conscious. She touched the painful wound with trembling hands. Her hands were instantly covered with blood. For a moment, tears as big as beans flowed down her cheeks until they buried her collar. She was completely exhausted and her face was dazed, as if she had not yet recovered from Yin Su's knife attack.
Yin Su held the bloody dagger in his hand, half-knelt on the ground, wiped the blood on the weeds, and pointed the tip of the knife at her again: "I don't like to talk nonsense with others. If you still refuse to talk, then I will..."
Wen Qiushui sobbed, "I...I said, I put poison in her cup under the pretext of visiting my cousin, and by now she...she should have drunk it."
Yin Su's face darkened, and he said coldly: "If something happens to Madam Jiang, I don't mind sending you down to accompany her. No, your whole family should go down to accompany her."
The look in his eyes when he looked at her was sinister, without any impurities, only murderous intent.
And that last smile completely broke down the defenses in Wen Qiu Shui's heart.
At this moment, Wen Qiu Shui's admiration for Yin Su and the spontaneous emotion she felt when she first saw Yin Su in Jiang Mansion disappeared instantly, and all that was left was fear and helplessness.
Sure enough, the more beautiful something is, the more poisonous it is, and the same is true for men.
Wen Qiushui wiped away her tears, staring at Yin Su who was leaving in a hurry, and a crazy smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Cousin, I don't know if you will keep Master Yin in the mansion after seeing his face in the future. I am waiting for you to become like me. Oh no, I don't know if you can still see the sun tomorrow."
Later, the wound was pulled, his eyes rolled back in pain, and he fainted.
Yin Su hurried towards Wenming Cuiyuan with steady but powerful steps. On the way, he met a maid carrying a jade tray and a servant fiddling with flowers and plants who saluted him. He tensed his body, didn't even look at them, and hurried away.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Jiang Zhaoli holding a silver hairpin, staring at the black spot on the hairpin, with his brows furrowed.
The cup was still full of water, obviously she didn't drink it. For some reason, he felt relieved. He calmly walked to Jiang Zhaoli's side, picked up the cup, and asked while looking at it, "Madam Jiang, have you figured out who poisoned you?"
Jiang Zhaoli came back to her senses and put the hairpin on the table with a dull "dong" sound. She looked calm and her emotions could not be seen: "Of course I know that I have been waiting for her for a long time, but I didn't expect that she would use such a despicable method."
"It's just that I have to deal with Guo Daoquan's affairs now, so I don't have time to take care of her right now."
"By the way, the tax bureau has sent someone to deliver the tax book."
Her eyebrows curved slightly, and a smile spread across her lips: "Thank you, Yin Su, you helped me this time."
Yin Su was stunned. The woman's pupils were gentle and bright, as warm as the spring sun, as if they could instantly melt all the coldness around them.
Yin Su's deep eyes reflected a warmth that he himself could hardly detect, and his eyes unconsciously curled the corners of his lips as the woman smiled.
Jiang Zhaoli looked at him and said very seriously: "Yin Su, you look really good when you smile."
Yin Su's expression was slightly startled for a moment, but it disappeared in an instant.
In the past, many people had praised his good looks, saying they were a natural talent, but deep down, he hated it because some people said that his looks were the best weapon against women and even men.
But why didn't he feel uncomfortable at all when Miss Jiang praised him? Instead, he felt an inexplicable emotion spreading in his heart.
At this time, a maid came to announce that the second young master Song had arrived, bringing with him a dozen pots of chrysanthemums and was waiting in the courtyard.
The door opened with a creak, and Song Shiyan called out excitedly, "Jiang..." The words that were about to come to his lips suddenly stopped.
The person at the door was not Jiang Zhaoli, but her son-in-law, whose name was Yin something, but he couldn't remember.
He walked down the stairs, smiled and beckoned to the boy holding the potted plants at the door, then pointed to a row of empty spaces and said, "Put them all here."
Song Shiyan gritted his teeth and asked Yin Su with a fake smile, but his eyes kept looking behind Yin Su: "Is Jiang Zhaoli here? She needs to review these."
Yin Su said calmly: "My lady has been working hard day and night, just let me take a look."
Song Shiyan gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sorry, I told Jiang Zhaoli about it when I sent it, and she said she would personally review it."
Yin Su nodded and said concisely, "Oh, she's not here."
After saying this, he lowered his head and carefully examined the potted plants, not taking Song Shiyan seriously at all.
Song Shiyan couldn't believe it: "You..." It's so shameless.
He has said so much, how can this man be so shameless? I can't understand what he means.
Yin Su raised his eyebrows and turned to look at him, seemingly puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Song Shiyan felt like he was about to vomit blood because of Yin Su's anger. He didn't want to have any more verbal disputes with him. He turned around and sat on the swing chair that Jiang Zhaoli usually sat on, holding the swing rope with both hands, and snorted coldly: "Then I'll wait for her here."
He was secretly feeling aggrieved. He was just a son-in-law, but he really thought he was the man of the house and dared to order him around.
There was a crisp "snap" sound and the rope broke, short and powerful.
Song Shiyan reacted quickly. Because of his years of martial arts training, he stabilized himself in just a moment. Then he pointed at Yin Su and shouted angrily, "You rude son-in-law."
"You actually want to harm me."
Yin Su was puzzled, his eyes were clear: "What are you talking about? How come I don't understand? This rope has been in disrepair for a long time, it's normal for it to break, how can you blame me?"
Song Shiyan snorted coldly: "Don't think I don't know. I just felt a force coming, and then the rope broke. We are the only two people in this yard who know martial arts. I can't frame myself. Who else can it be but you?"
Yin Su's eyebrows were filled with confusion: "Are you hallucinating?"
Song Shiyan looked angry and glared at him: "You are the one who is hallucinating, you are asking for a beating."
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Shiyan rushed forward quickly, raised his arms suddenly, and quickly stretched out his fist towards his annoying face. Before his hand touched the woman, he was interrupted by the woman's scolding.
Jiang Zhaoli stood at the door without knowing when. She folded her hands together, looking like a lady, staring at the farce below, and said unexpectedly: "Song Shiyan, stop it."
Song Shiyan suddenly stopped and looked at the figure staring at him at the door. A trace of panic flashed across his face, but when he thought about it carefully, Jiang Zhaoli had always been a fair man and would definitely redress his grievances. His expression relaxed again, and he straightened his back and raised his head proudly: "Jiang Zhaoli, do you want to control your people? Now they dare to attack me."
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