Chapter 32
Zou Yuan curled his lips and muttered softly: "Isn't it good to live your own life?"
Ruo Huai suppressed his anger and asked Yin Su: "A Su, do you think so too?"
Yin Su said lazily: "Yes."
Ruo Huai's eyes were filled with anger. He slapped the table with his palm, making a loud "bang". The table top instantly broke into pieces, and the cups on it broke into pieces and splattered everywhere.
Zou Yuan: “…”
He bought all these with real money.
"You two are really kind. I only know that the master is our savior. Without her, we would not be who we are today. Even if I die, I will serve her."
"Xingzhi lost his life because he fell in love with a woman. Do you want to follow his path?"
"In that case, I might as well kill her first. It's better than you losing your life because of her." After saying that, he walked out angrily.
Yin Su's originally gentle eyes turned cold. He stepped on the wooden stool, jumped up, blocked in front of him, and said coldly: "But if you dare to touch her, I will kill you."
Ruo Huai stiffened his neck and said, "Come, kill me, hit me here."
"I know I can't beat you, so I'll accept it if I die in your hands today."
At a stalemate...
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside and a faint cry for help was heard. Yin Su's face turned grim and he rushed out in an instant.
Zou Yuan ran over and looked at the two doors lying on the ground with a distressed look on his face: "..."
He spent ten taels of silver on this, and it is made of top-quality golden nanmu wood.
Ruo Huai stared at the bewildered Zou Yuan with anger, pointed at the direction Yin Su left, and asked loudly, "What is he going to do?"
Zou Yuan swallowed his saliva and said, "It seems someone called for help outside just now."
Ruo Huai snorted coldly: "When did he become so enthusiastic?"
Zou Yuan acted as if it was none of his business: "No... I don't know." Fearing a beating, he added: "It should be after I met Miss Jiang Er."
It was Miss Jiang again. Ruo Huai looked at her coldly.
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The imagined pain did not come, but instead I heard the sound of a machete falling to the ground.
Someone fell from the sky on the roof tiles. With a "bang", the machete flew out in an instant, hit the wall, and then bounced out, hitting another person who was about to make a sneak attack. Blood splattered instantly, staining her light green dress red. The person fell down and his head almost hit her toes.
Yin Su pulled out the long knife violently, causing the blood in her body to draw an arc in the air, rising up and falling down, and her shoes and socks were stained red.
Jiang Zhaoli said in a trembling voice: "Yin...Yin Su, don't kill anyone."
Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain if the people from the Ministry of Justice came.
Yin Su knocked all the people to the ground in a few moves. They rolled over with their arms around their stomachs. The machete he stuck straight into the ground almost hit the man's head. The man was so scared that his eyes widened and he fainted.
Everyone around applauded.
Jiang Zhaoli breathed a sigh of relief and slowly slid down the wall. She squatted on the ground, hugged her legs with her hands, buried her head between her legs, and her pulse was beating wildly.
Yin Su: "Are you... okay?"
Jiang Zhaoli shook his head and his body swayed slightly.
Yin Su frowned and asked, "Madam Jiang, why don't you bring any followers with you when you go out?" His tone sounded reproachful.
If he hadn't just been in the clinic and heard someone shouting that someone had been killed in the alley, and if he hadn't been more careful, she would be...
The more he thought about it, the angrier Yin Su became.
He clenched his fists, and there was a flash of murderous intent in his narrow eyes. He stared coldly at the person closest to him, walked over, and kicked and punted him violently until the man vomited blood and became motionless.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Zhaoli raised his head slightly, his pupils dilated.
Is he angry...
Didn't he say that day that they were just in a contractual relationship? If so, was her life or death important to him? What did it matter to him whether she brought an entourage or not?
She looked at her two followers, who were lying on the ground motionless, and she didn't know if they were okay.
She stood up and trotted over, reached out her hand to feel under their noses, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, they are still breathing."
Just as he was about to look up and call Yin Su for help, he saw someone behind him climb up at some point, draw out the sharp blade from his waist very lightly, and approach him little by little.
Jiang Zhaoli was shocked: "Yin Su, behind you."
Yin Su was fearless, as if he didn't hear anything. The moment the man stabbed him, he turned around as if he had expected it and kicked him to the ground. He died instantly.
The short blade in his hand flew out instantly, and then landed steadily in Yin Su's hand. He played with it for a few times, and found it useless, so he threw it next to him, making a crisp "ding ding" sound. He sneered, looked down on the man, and said coldly: "You don't know your own limitations."
At this time, someone else got up, but this time it was not behind Yin Su, but behind Jiang Zhaoli.
Someone in the crowd exclaimed.
Yin Su turned around quickly and ran towards her. In an instant he held her in his arms, turned half a circle, and exchanged positions with her.
The machete fell on him in an instant. Jiang Zhaoli was startled and heard the sound of flesh breaking. He felt cold all over and a sense of fear spread from top to bottom.
Yin Su groaned, and dense beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Yin Su let her go, and the anger in his heart was brought out. He directly broke the attacker's neck with quick and skillful movements.
Jiang Zhaoli stood there in a daze.
he……
Yin Su staggered to the wall and leaned against it.
Jiang Zhaoli immediately stepped forward to support him: "Yin Su, are you...how are you?" His voice trembled.
Yin Su's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, but his eyes were still gentle as he looked at her. He smiled faintly and reminded her, "Madam Jiang... have you ever heard of the saying, kill someone to the death, and uproot the grass to the roots?"
Jiang Zhaoli felt guilty: "It's my fault. I was afraid that you would get murdered because of me. Sorry... I'm sorry. Come on, I'll take you to see a doctor."
Yin Su pulled his arm out and leaned half of his body against the wall. "No need, Madam Jiang, don't worry about me. Go take care of your followers first."
Jiang Zhaoli insisted: "They will have someone come to treat you later. You are more seriously injured than anyone else. I will take you to see a doctor now."
Seeing her insistence, Yin Su half-seriously and half-jokingly asked, "Madam Jiang, are you relying on me?"
Jiang Zhaoli's eyes instantly moistened, and he lowered his brows and said, "Don't worry, I won't rely on you."
Yin Su looked at her lowered head, feeling angry and aggrieved. He pursed his lips and his eyes darkened.
When they arrived at the clinic, the doctor was shocked after just one look at the wound.
"Quick, lift him to the couch and make him lie down. I will stop the bleeding and bandage him first."
"I'll go get the medicine. Cut the clothes around his wound and mix them with the wound."
Jiang Zhaoli picked up the scissors beside her and looked at the wound which was about two or three inches long. She could clearly see the flesh and blood under the knife. The bloody layer appeared in front of her, which was shocking.
The color of the flesh and blood was mixed with the color of the clothes. She was afraid that if she opened it rashly, Yin Su would be in great pain, so she didn't cut it open and didn't apply medicine. Finally, she gritted her teeth and stretched out her hand tremblingly.
Yin Su: "I'll do it myself."
He just has a back injury, it's not like he can't use his hands.
He sat up, reached behind his back with both hands, felt for the wound, and tore his clothes apart with force on both sides.
He must have touched the wound during the pulling process. He groaned, his forehead instantly covered with cold sweat, and then he half-collapsed on the couch due to exhaustion.
Jiang Zhaoli's hands were shaking, and he held his shoulders: "How is it?"
Yin Su shook his head, his lips pale and bloodless.
Jiang Zhaoli was anxious and was about to call for a doctor when he arrived. He held a basin of warm water in his hand and cleaned Yin Su's wound first, then put a towel on the edge. In an instant, the clear water in the basin turned turbid and was filled with blood.
Then he sprinkled some hemostatic powder on the wound and pressed a clean cloth on it to bandage it.
The doctor handed two small bottles of medicine to Jiang Zhaoli and reminded him, "Although this young man's wound is long, it is not deep. You must remember to change the medicine in time. Also, you must eat more light food. Before the wound heals, remember not to eat spicy food."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded, then his eyes fell on Yin Su.
He had sat up without her knowing, leaning sideways on the couch, his amber eyes meeting hers, his lips pursed into a straight line.
After a while, he put on his coat, stood up and walked to the door.
Jiang Zhao looked away: "Doctor, is he really okay?"
The doctor was stunned for a moment, then stroked his beard and said, "I saw that his steps were steady and strong... He doesn't look like someone who is in trouble, but I still suggest that he rest for a few more days."
"only…"
Jiang Zhaoli's heart tightened: "Just what?"
The doctor coughed and said, "Just be careful with sex. Don't act rashly these few days."
Jiang Zhaoli: “…”
After returning to the mansion, Jiang Zhaoli found a skillful servant to look after Yin Su.
She said that she would not bother him anymore, so naturally she would not hang around in front of him.
Later, we arranged for the canteen to deliver lighter meals in the next few days.
Before he could even have a sip of hot tea, he heard a servant coming hurriedly to report that his third uncle had been reported by an unknown person for tax evasion together with Guo Daoquan. Now people from the Ministry of Justice had come to Jiang's house with evidence and wanted to take his third uncle away.
Jiang Zhaoli frowned. An unknown person reported it? Someone wanted to put Third Uncle in jail, but the matter still needed to be decided by Grandfather. After all, he was his son. Even if he was not his biological son, he had a relationship with him for more than 30 years.
Jiang Zhaoli hurried out of Wenmingcuiyuan. After hearing what the servants said, she learned that the people from the Ministry of Justice had already gone to Mingyuan.
After arriving at the tea house, the leading official walked towards her and spoke in a respectful tone: "Second Miss Jiang."
"We have received a report that the Third Master of the Jiang Mansion has violated the law. After review, we are here to arrest him."
The man showed the arrest warrant in front of Jiang Zhaoli. Jiang Zhaoli glanced at it indifferently. It was indeed the arrest warrant.
Jiang Zhaoli smiled and said, "Don't worry, sir. We in the Jiang family have always been clear about gratitude and resentment. If the evidence is true, we will never stop you."
Officer: "After we received the report, we interrogated Guo Daoquan overnight, and he has confessed everything. Miss Jiang Er, without evidence, we will not come to arrest him."
Just as Jiang Zhaoli was about to speak, the old man came over with a cane. As soon as he reached the yard, he heard his majestic voice ringing out in the yard: "Take this rebellious son away."
Hearing this, the third uncle almost knelt down: "Dad, please save me."
The old man put his hands on his cane, his face cold and silent.
Third Aunt also had an indifferent look on her face and didn't say a word from beginning to end, as if the person who was taken away was an insignificant person.
"Take him away." The official glanced at him with contempt, his tone cold.
He has always looked down on the children of wealthy families. They are protected by the country, but turn around and do things that hurt the country. These people should be punished and even beaten.
He beckoned, and two people came forward, holding Uncle San's arms and leading him out. Uncle San didn't dare to struggle, so he had to follow them out.
After the Third Uncle left, the old man frowned, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be more obvious at this moment. He tilted his head to look at Jiang Zhaoli, his expression gloomy and unclear: "Second girl, did Guo Daoquan leak the news about this matter?"
Jiang Zhaoli shook his head: "It shouldn't be. I just heard from the clerk that it was reported by Wuming, and that person also brought evidence."
Although the grandfather was very disappointed with the third uncle's behavior, it was clear from his words that he still loved his son.
The old man lowered his eyebrows and analyzed: "Guo Daoquan is in prison. Could it be that his wife did it?"
Jiang Zhaoli shook his head: "I sent people to keep an eye on her, but didn't find anything wrong with her. It shouldn't be her."
The scene suddenly became silent.
At this time, my second uncle and second aunt came hurriedly.
As soon as the second uncle entered the room, he started to speak in panic, his eyes constantly looking outside: "Father, how did those officials just arrest my third brother?"
At this time, Third Aunt said something out of place, which stood out in the crowd: "I know who reported it."
She spoke each word with emphasis: "It's Mu Niang."
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