Chapter 36
Jiang Zhaoli shook his head: "No, I don't like you killing people. Everyone says that killing people indiscriminately will bring bad luck and shorten your life. Your family will also suffer retribution."
Yin Su was startled, and laughed softly: "What if I really killed a lot of people? Will there be no good reward?"
Jiang Zhaoli frowned, as if really thinking about what he said: "Then...then I'll have to go to the Thousand Buddha Temple to get a peace amulet for you. I heard it's very effective there."
Thousand Buddha Temple is located on a mountain ten miles away from the suburbs, named Junfo Mountain. It is very famous locally. There is a temple on it, named Thousand Buddha Temple, which is said to have been built by an enlightened monk a hundred years ago.
There are a thousand steps, hence the name. The devout need to kowtow three times and nine times to pray for peace before they can get a blessed amulet.
Yin Su touched her head and said, "Even if that day really comes, I don't want Madam Jiang to go."
"For someone like me."
He paused, and said in a relaxed tone: "It's not worth it."
Jiang Zhaoli didn't hear what he said, she only saw him opening and closing his thin lips, but no sound came out. She shook her head, her face suddenly wrinkled, and she stretched out her arms towards Yin Su: "No, I'm sleepy."
Yin Su smiled helplessly: "I'll call the maid to help you wash up."
Jiang Zhaoli shook his head, stood on tiptoe, and covered his lips with his hand: "No."
After saying that, she threw herself on Yin Su and refused to let go: "Help me wash up."
When drunk, Mrs. Jiang has the temperament of a child, pure and emotional.
What he saw of her in the past was only what she wanted him to see, but she had hidden her unknown side. Now, under the influence of alcohol, she showed it to him without reservation.
Yin Su carried her to the couch, asked the maid to get some warm water, and wiped her cheek with a wet towel.
When he wiped the corner of his lips, Yin Su was startled.
The thought that I had just suppressed with great effort suddenly came up again.
Suddenly, I felt warmth on my lips, mixed with the aroma of wine.
Yin Su froze, stunned, looking at the woman standing so close to him in shock. She had her eyes closed, her skin was as white as cream, her face was flushed, and she was as tempting as a peach.
Yin Su took a deep breath and tried to pull her with his strong rationality, but failed.
That's all.
Finally, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, lust was bursting out of his eyes. He held the back of her head with one hand and pressed it against him, and put the other on her waist and lifted her lightly, bringing them closer.
A powerful breath hit him in the face, and Jiang Zhaoli frowned and hummed.
Her breath was taken away in an instant, and her little face turned red in an instant.
"Hiss~" Yin Su felt pain and touched his lower lip with his finger. He looked carefully and saw bleeding.
Jiang Zhaoli broke free from the restraints, supported himself on the couch with his hands, and gasped for breath.
His black hair took the opportunity to fall to his sides, and his chest was floating due to his constant breathing, revealing a faint glow.
Yin Su's eyes darkened. He pursed his lips and smelled a smell of rust lingering in his mouth, as if reminding him of what he had just done.
He stood up suddenly, rubbed his eyebrows, and his voice was hoarse.
He just had the urge to...
"I'll have the maid come in and serve."
Jiang Zhaoli was dizzy and didn't know what he said. He nodded and shook his head.
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The next day, when Jiang Zhaoli woke up, it was already Si time.
Realizing that she had fallen asleep, she sat up abruptly, rubbed her brows, opened the bed curtains and looked at the window frame. The sky was bright, and the sunlight climbed into the house through the gaps, casting mottled shadows.
The flowers on the window lattice seemed more beautiful than the day before after being caressed by the sunlight.
What happened? Why did she sleep for so long?
Seeing Nanny Hong bending down to change the incense, Jiang Zhaoli slowly said, "Nanny, what time is it? Why don't you wake me up?"
Seeing that she had woken up, Madam Hong handed the work on hand to another maid who was waiting, and went to get the clothes she was wearing today from the clothes rack: "It is already 9 o'clock. The young lady was drunk yesterday. The master specifically instructed not to wake you today and let you rest well. The master also sent sobering soup early in the morning."
Jiang Zhaoli was startled: "Yin Su was here yesterday? His injury has healed."
Madam Hong: "He is almost well now. He can get out of bed and walk. Miss, don't you remember? The uncle stayed in the room for an hour before leaving yesterday."
That being said, I seem to have that impression...
She remembered that when she was drunk yesterday, Yin Su came and they talked for a while. She vaguely remembered Yin Su asking her why she was crying and said he would help her solve everything. Later, perhaps because of the alcohol, her brain was paralyzed and she could not remember anything.
Wait, since Yin Su came yesterday, did he read the letter that the nanny left on her desk?
She got up in a hurry, not even bothering to put on her shoes and socks, and ran from the inner room to the hall. Seeing the letter still in its original place, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
She didn't want to tell Yin Su about this.
"Girl, why are you running so fast? Be careful not to catch a cold foot." Nanny Hong followed her, panting, holding her shoes and socks, and put the shoes next to her.
At this time, the servant came in breathlessly and hurriedly, saying, "Miss, something big has happened."
"Something strange happened at the Liu residence yesterday."
"The son that Grandpa Liu had been waiting for for ten years suddenly died last night. People are saying that the Liu family did something wrong and this is retribution."
Madam Hong was shocked: "Dead? How did he die?"
Could it be that my son is paying for what I did?
The servant relayed what he heard outside: "People outside said that someone cut his throat and he bled to death."
Jiang Zhaoli frowned, showing no expression. She only hummed lightly and asked the servant to leave. She turned to look at the nurse and asked softly, "Nurse, is Wen Qiushui still locked up?"
It's time to remind the Wen family, otherwise they will live too comfortably. As for the Liu family, their son just died and they are still sad. She will not join in the fun and will just hand it over to the Ministry of Justice to handle.
Madam Hong nodded: "He is locked up. We have several people watching him. He can't run away."
After finishing his meal, Jiang Zhaoli went to look for Wen Qiu Shui, who was now locked up in an abandoned old house with Wang Tiezhu.
There are all kinds of old things in the house. It would be a pity to throw them away, so they have been piled up. Now they are mixed together, looking cluttered and messy, with unknown small insects crawling on the ground from time to time.
Jiang Zhaoli admired in his heart that the wet nurse had chosen a good place.
Jiang Zhaoli stopped in front of the door.
The servant entered first and held Wang Tiezhu and Wen Qiu Shui tightly as soon as he entered the room.
Wen Qiushui hadn't washed for several days, his hair and body were very messy, and his face was obviously dirty. He struggled in vain and shouted, "What are you doing? Why are you arresting me? Is there any law?"
The accompanying maids stood on both sides and listened to his instructions. Jiang Zhaoli flicked his sleeves and walked in.
When Wen Qiu Shui saw someone coming, the hope in his eyes was instantly shattered, and he collapsed.
Jiang Zhaoli smiled faintly: "Why? You were disappointed to see that it was me. Did you think I was Zhao Xiaoshuang who came to save you?"
Wen Qiushui gritted her teeth and struggled, but was pushed down fiercely again. She glared angrily: "Jiang Zhaoli, you dare to do this to me? If my parents knew, they would never forgive you."
Jiang Zhaoli approached step by step, slightly bent his body, and leaned over to look at her: "You won't forgive me? I want to see how you won't forgive me?"
"Will they send someone to assassinate me, or poison the water? Or will they trick me out of the house with a letter like they did ten years ago, and then kill me without anyone noticing?"
Wen Qiushui's face turned pale, and he felt guilty and uncomfortable as if his trick had been exposed: "What nonsense are you talking about."
"I'm telling you, don't try to scare me. I haven't done these things. Don't think that I will let you go just because you are my cousin. As long as I get out, I will never forgive you."
Jiang Zhaoli smiled knowingly and granted her wish: "Okay, I will send you back to the Wen Mansion today."
Wen Qiu Shui was stunned, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses. She was ecstatic at first, but then she thought of something and her face became gray and fearful.
No, she can't go back now, she will be beaten to death by her father.
Wen Qiushui shook her head and held her hands tightly on the ground to prevent herself from being dragged away by the servant: "I...I won't go back. I am already a member of the Jiang Mansion. You can't chase me away."
Jiang Zhaoli's tone deepened: "This is not up to you." After she finished speaking, she winked at the servants. After the two servants understood, they lifted her up and dragged her out.
Seeing this, Wang Tiezhu was so frightened that he trembled and had to follow along.
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The Wen family seemed to have received the news in advance and knew that she would come today. There was no one guarding the huge gate and the black door was closed.
Jiang Zhaoli brought enough people with him, smashing and making a fuss, attracting people on the street to stop and watch. After forcibly breaking the door, Zhao Xiaoshuang heard the noise and came over. When she saw Wen Qiushui being held, her face was full of heartache: "Qiushui."
"You...how did you become like this?" Zhao Xiaoshuang wanted to go forward to help her, but didn't know where to start.
Wen Qiushui's eyes were filled with tears. She couldn't struggle free, so she complained in front of everyone: "Mom, please save me. I don't want to stay in the Jiang family anymore. You don't know that Jiang Zhaoli is not a human being. She abuses my daughter every day. My daughter is living a life worse than death. You must explain to Dad that it's not me who wants to leave. It's Jiang Zhaoli who drives me away."
"Mom, you must not let Jiang Zhaoli go."
Jiang Zhaoli said nothing, just listened quietly to Wen Qiu Shui complaining.
At this time, Master Wen came in swiftly and vigorously with the support of the servants. Although he was over fifty years old, his steps were still steady and powerful.
The servant of the Wen family stood on both sides of Master Wen, with his hands behind his back, and raised his chin arrogantly towards the servants of the Jiang residence.
Without saying anything, Master Wen stepped forward and slapped Wen Qiushui in the face. This time, he used enough force to force her face to tilt to one side. Blood flowed down the corner of her lips. Master Wen cursed, "You bastard."
"You said such nonsense in public, aren't you ashamed?"
"The Jiang Mansion is your cousin's home. Would your cousin abuse you? You are talking nonsense."
Wen Qiu Shui was stunned, staring to the side with dazed eyes.
Seeing her daughter's miserable state, Zhao Xiaoshuang screamed and almost fainted: "Qiu Shui, my Qiu Shui."
After recovering from the shock, Zhao Xiaoshuang was furious and pointed at Master Wen and cursed: "Wen Fuzhuang, you are a heartless man. How dare you hit me Qiu Shui? I will fight you to death."
Master Wen glanced impatiently at the person beside him. The servant understood and waved his hand. Immediately, someone came forward and grabbed Zhao Xiaoshuang.
The servant pulled her back. Zhao Xiaoshuang struggled and said in disbelief: "Wen Fuzhuang, you are heartless. Qiushui is your daughter. How can you treat her like this? The reason why she went to the Jiang family was because of your instructions. You just want the Jiang family... um."
Before he could finish his words, someone covered his mouth and he could only whimper softly.
Wen Fuzhuang calmly ordered: "Madam has a sudden illness and started talking nonsense. Take her down and call a doctor to see her. Don't offend the distinguished guest."
Jiang Zhaoli smiled, watching the good show in front of him, and said with a half-smile: "What does Master Wen mean by this?"
Wen Fuguang said kindly: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, Miss. According to our relationship, you should call me uncle."
Jiang Zhaoli sneered: "Zhao Xiaoshuang has severed her relationship with my mother. Since she is no longer my aunt, how can she be my uncle?"
Wen Fuguang's eyes were cunning, "There is no overnight hatred among family members. Broken bones are still connected. You don't know your aunt's temper. She always makes trouble because of her mouth. In fact, she doesn't mean that in her heart, but it causes misunderstanding."
Jiang Zhaoli smiled but didn't. I want to see how long you can be so arrogant. "Master Wen knows it in his heart, so why bother asking me?"
Wen Fuguang said nothing, but glanced at the indignant people in the Jiang residence, more than twenty of them, and asked with a smile, "What are you doing today?"
Nanny Hong frowned and suppressed her anger. This ability to play dumb was really typical of Wen Fuzhuang.
Ten years ago, the Wen family was still a small family. It was because of Zhao Xiaoshuang that Wen Fuzhuang had the opportunity to meet the old master. Every time he met him, he was very respectful and humble, and humbly asked the old master for advice on how to do business. Even the goods he bought from the Jiang Mansion were much cheaper than those from other places.
I didn't expect that he pretended to be harmless on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking things worse than animals. Now he is making a fortune with the dirty money, and he even has a pretentious manner when talking to girls.
Jiang Zhaoli replied calmly, "Nothing, I just have some free time today and wanted to come to the Wen Mansion. By the way, I heard that Master Wen loves collecting calligraphy and paintings these years. What a coincidence, I received a few portraits from ten years ago yesterday. They are very lifelike and realistic."
Wen Fuguang could not show any emotion in front of her, and replied along with her words: "Really? The calligraphy and painting from ten years ago are very valuable. I am afraid they are priceless. In this case, I will not take away the love of the second lady."
Jiang Zhaoli: "They are not valuable. To put it in a nice way, they are just a few paintings. To put it in a bad way, they can be used to kill people."
Wen Fuzhuang's smile froze, and he said, "Second Miss, you are joking. How can this painting kill people?"
Jiang Zhaoli smiled: "Master Wen also said that I was joking."
"By the way, Wen Qiushui and Wang Tiezhu have been staying in the Jiang Mansion for some time. We can't afford to support them. Anyway, they are married. Even if they are from your Wen Mansion, it is not a good idea for them to stay in the Jiang Mansion all the time. Do we have to worry about them poisoning me or seizing my property all the time?"
Master Wen coughed and straightened his face: "Second Miss, you are joking. I watched my daughter grow up. How could she do such a thing?"
Jiang Zhaoli smiled without saying anything. Seeing that her goal had been achieved, she made up an excuse and said that she had made an appointment with a craftsman to frame the calligraphy and paintings today, and considering the time, it should be time, so she went ahead.
Before leaving, Jiang Zhaoli specifically reminded: "Master Wen, after so many years, I hope you can still remember my father and mother."
Wen Fuguang's pupils trembled for a moment, then returned to normal: "Of course."
The moment he turned around, his face suddenly became gloomy and he stared at the direction where Jiang Zhaoli left.
Madam Hong looked back worriedly and said, "Miss, if we make a scene like this, Wen Fuzhuang will know that we have evidence. Do you think he will fight to the death?"
The girl was assassinated twice some time ago. Although the previous ones were done by people from the dyeing and weaving workshop, who were arranged by the Third Master to scare the girl and extort money, the assassins sent this time were real and were not after money, but only her life.
Jiang Zhaoli nodded firmly: "Yes."
"I came here today to tell Wen Fuzhuang that I know all his crimes. If he kills me or I get hurt, he won't be able to deny it in court."
Madam Hong was startled: "Young lady, are you planning to get involved?" After a pause, she asked worriedly: "Isn't it too risky?"
Jiang Zhaoli comforted Madam Hong: "Don't worry, Nanny. I have a way."
Seeing that she insisted, Nanny Hong didn't say anything, nor did she feel relieved by the girl's words. Instead, she became more nervous.
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