Chapter 39
When Zou Yuan rushed back to Zou Ji Medical Clinic, the two men had already started fighting. The ground was a mess, broken pieces of tables and chairs were flying everywhere, and there was a lot of blood on the ground.
Zou Yuan was startled and immediately pushed the door open. He saw Yin Su standing in the hall with a gloomy look in his eyes. He held a short blade in his hand with blood dripping from the tip. Ruo Huai was lying on the ground with his hands covering his chest. He stared at him angrily and spoke intermittently: "You...you are really...very good."
Zou Yuan glanced at Yin Su and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was unharmed.
Ruo Huai's cursing voice came: "What are you standing there for? Stop the bleeding for me."
Zou Yuan scolded him while applying medicine: "Why are you angry with him? You know Asu's temper, and it's you who overstepped the line this time." If he was mad, he might really kill him. Looking at the wound on his chest, he knew that Yin Su had intended to kill him.
Ruo Huai endured the pain and gritted his teeth as he said, "I did it for his own good, but he didn't appreciate it at all and wanted to kill me as soon as he came in."
Yin Su threw the short blade at his feet, washed his hands, and said coldly before leaving: "If you go looking for her again, I don't mind sending you down to see Li Xingzhi."
Ruo Huai was so angry that he coughed violently twice, but he pulled his wound, and his facial features were wrinkled and his face was covered with cold sweat. After he recovered, he stared at the figure leaving the door and fainted completely.
Zou Yuan shook his head and sighed.
Why not just faint earlier? Why did you have to start an argument?
well!
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Yin Su went to Wenmingcuiyuan again and again, and finally returned to Fengchuntang.
I heard from the servants that Jiang Zhaoli returned home very early, but his face was not good. He stayed in the inner room and did not come out. Even Nanny Hong and Chuntao did not let him in.
When Yin Su walked to the gate of Wenming Cuiyuan for the third time, he found Chuntao waiting there. Seeing him turn back, she called out, "Sir, the young lady wants to see you."
Yin Su pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and strode in.
The door was pushed open, and she was seen sitting at the eight-immortal table, with her brows downcast, and it was hard to tell what she was feeling. She was holding a cup in her hand, and when she heard the door open, she didn't even raise her head, and said in a light tone: "Come on, sit down."
Yin Su sat down in silence.
After a while, Jiang Zhaoli raised his eyes to look at him and said calmly, "Yin Su."
She paused, and looked at him with a pair of calm eyes: "You came to the Jiang family, this is not your intention."
Yin Su's eyelashes trembled slightly, his fingers shook, and he remained silent, which was considered as his agreement.
Her voice was soft and calm, but her words were as cold as ice in winter, hitting my heart hard: "What is your purpose in coming to the Jiang Mansion? What do you want to get?"
Since the assassination of the steward that day was planned by Yin Su, it is obvious that his purpose was to gain her trust. But after gaining her trust, what will he do?
Yin Su's heart tightened, and he frowned. He moved his lips and said, "Just trust me. I won't harm the Jiang family."
Jiang Zhaoli confronted him, her eyes filled with coldness and alienation, a coldness he had never seen in her eyes before: "How can I trust you?"
"Do you believe that you deliberately approached me and played everyone in the Jiang family around, or do you believe that you deliberately got hurt to gain my sympathy and trust to achieve your goal, or do you believe that you really won't bring trouble to the Jiang family?"
Yin Su was startled, his fingertips trembling slightly, and because he clenched his fists so tightly, his fingers turned white and bloodless.
He had imagined the scene where she knew the truth many times, but when he heard her heart-breaking words with his own ears, he still felt as if his heart was being gnawed by ants.
He was the one who pushed the truth in front of her personally, which meant he was prepared, but why did he feel a moment of loss in his heart, as if he had lost something?
He lowered his head. Facing her questioning, he was powerless to refute. After all, he had approached her with impure motives from the beginning. The plan he was going to carry out would indeed implicate the Jiang family and even risk the family being wiped out, but he still did it.
"The last incident with the carriage on Changming Street was also secretly planned by you, right?"
That time, she was pushed away by the crowd and nearly hit by an out-of-control horse. Although Yin Su rescued her in time later, when she learned the truth, she felt heartbroken, as if someone was strangling her neck and she couldn't breathe.
She held back. She wanted to ask Yin Su in person and hear it with her own ears. Now he didn't deny it, which meant that what those people in prison said was true.
He had been lying to her the whole time.
Thinking back to the first time I met him, his modesty, gentleness and elegance were all pretended; that was not the real him.
Maybe the extremely alert him she saw in the hall on the wedding day was the real him. It turned out that there were clues from the beginning, but she trusted him and didn't care.
Jiang Zhaoli took a breath, his eyes moist, and choked up: "Do you know that many innocent people were injured for this? For your purpose, your country, should the Jiang family become a sacrifice?"
"Why did it have to be the Jiang Mansion? Why did it have to be me?"
Jiang Zhaoli forced back the tears, which swirled in his eyes but refused to fall.
Finally, she couldn't stand the emotions flooding her body anymore, and she didn't want him to see her embarrassment, so she turned her face to the side and closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her face, and she sneered, raised her hand and gently wiped away the sadness in her eyes.
When he turned around again, his eyes were full of mischief.
Yin Su's outstretched hand froze in mid-air for a moment. He shrank his fingertips and slowly dropped them. He closed his eyes and said only one sentence: "I'm sorry."
There were tears in Jiang Zhaoli's eyes, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little: "Don't you have anything to say?" Nothing to explain to her?
Yin Su lowered his eyebrows and said nothing.
Jiang Zhaoli took a deep breath, pointed at the door, and shouted angrily: "Go away, I don't want to see you."
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For several days, the two did not speak a word to each other, and Yin Su never came to Wenming Cuiyuan to look for her again. The two were like strangers, and even if they met, they just passed by each other and refused to say a word.
Chuntao and Nanny Hong also tacitly agreed not to mention Yin Su's name anymore, so as not to make the girl sad.
The old man has been busy with the affairs of the third uncle recently, running around everywhere. The third uncle's daughter has also been brought into the house. The old man asked her to go to school with the third sister, but the servants said that the third sister was not very happy about it, but for the sake of the third aunt, she accepted it reluctantly.
On this day, Minister Song brought two of his subordinates to meet Jiang Zhaoli, and brought along the news regarding the Jiang Mansion case ten years ago.
The evidence provided by Jiang Zhaoli has been confirmed to be correct and was indeed drawn by the witness. Now the arrest warrant has been approved and he has sent people to surround the Wen and Liu families.
He sent people to secretly investigate the reason why the Wen family suddenly became rich ten years ago. He first interrogated the old housekeeper of the Liu family. According to him, not only the Wen family and the Liu family were involved at the time, but also two other servants.
There is deep regret between the lines.
It was not until he found the two servants who handled the matter at that time that he understood why the old butler was full of regret when talking about the Jiang family case. He did not regret the evil he had done to the Jiang family, but regretted not being able to get a share of the pie.
The two servants have now become wealthy shopkeepers and are leading a very comfortable life.
He had a big house, a big shop, two sons and one daughter, and many descendants. All the neighbors were envious of him.
When the two men saw that they were trying to escape, they were arrested on the spot and taken back to the Ministry of Justice for interrogation. At first, they were stubborn and refused to say anything, but after several rounds of torture and intimidation, they could not bear it and confessed everything. They cried and howled in prison for the whole day, saying they were sorry to the Jiang family.
They are murderers just like the Wen and Liu families, and their blood is equally stained with the victims' blood. They stepped on them to rise to power, planned together, and sought profits together.
For ten years, they have not had the slightest thought of repentance. Instead, they are afraid that this matter will be discovered and destroy their current good life, let alone turning themselves in.
And when the witness he brought from Jiang's house met the two men, they recognized each other, which further confirmed this point.
The reason why the Wen and Liu families didn't kill them was because they had leverage over the Wen and Liu families. After gritting their teeth and discussing, they decided to divide the money. The two servants got less, but they both got a full one thousand taels.
They jointly sought confirmation from heaven and earth, and no one could tell anyone about it, otherwise they would have to pay the other party three times the amount of silver and also sacrifice the lives of their family members.
Moreover, the sons of the two servants were raised in the Wen Mansion and the Liu Family respectively as hostages. For this reason, it was even less likely that the two of them would tell anyone.
Jiang Zhaoli smiled back politely: "Thank you, Mr. Song."
Secretary Song raised his eyebrows slightly: "Miss Jiang, you are too polite. I was able to crack this case thanks to the evidence provided by Miss Jiang. I would like to thank you."
"I found that the case involving your parents was not a complicated case ten years ago. Their murder methods were not sophisticated, and a slightly proficient coroner could have found out the problem. However, there were relatives of the Liu family in the Ministry of Justice at that time, so your parents' case was turned around and shelved."
Jiang Zhaoli was stunned.
Relatives of the Liu family? She didn't know about this. She was young at the time and was immersed in the grief of her parents' death. Her grandfather would not take the initiative to talk about her parents in front of her, lest she be sad again.
She only knew that her grandfather sent a large sum of silver to the Ministry of Justice that day, asking them to do their best to catch the murderer.
They agreed readily when the money was collected, but after a few days, they changed their attitude and suddenly concluded that the accident was caused by the carriage losing control. When my grandfather came to ask about it, they avoided him and drove him out.
So that's how it is. Jiang Zhaoli clenched her palms, the hatred in her heart gradually growing heavier. She took a deep breath and calmed herself down.
In the past few days, she has been waiting for the Wen family to take action, but unfortunately, even after they were caught, no one came. This is not like Wen Fuzhuang's character. As for the Liu Mansion, an unrelated person could do such a cruel thing, which shows how evil their hearts are.
She frowned and asked calmly, "How will they judge according to the law?"
Song Tisi's lips curved up and he uttered a few words coldly: "According to the laws of our dynasty, it is a capital crime."
"If you have anything to say, or someone to meet, this officer will allow you to go."
Jiang Zhaoli looked up and gave a not-so-pretty smile, but his eyes were filled with gratitude: "Thank you very much, I want to see the Wen family one last time."
Song Tisi nodded: "Okay."
"I happen to be going to the prison to interrogate a prisoner. Miss Jiang Er can go with me."
Jiang Zhaoli bowed again to express his gratitude.
The two of them walked out of the house together, chatting casually, but they didn't notice that a pair of sinister eyes were staring at them from behind, and they didn't look away until their figures completely disappeared.
Suddenly, several maids not far away stared at the direction where Jiang Zhaoli disappeared, covering their lips and whispering.
He practiced martial arts frequently, and his hearing was always better than others, so he heard every word of their conversation.
"Why do I feel that this Song Tisi is very special to our girl?"
"Did you see just now? He looked at our girl with such tender eyes."
"It's a pity that our girl already has a son-in-law, otherwise we could..."
"Shh, don't mention your son-in-law anymore, or you'll get scolded by Sister Chuntao if she hears."
"You don't know, the girl and her husband haven't spoken to each other for days. Who knows, they might get divorced in a while."
"Yes, the girl and her husband are sleeping separately now. At first, they said that they separated because of her husband's injury. Now that her husband's injury has healed, I don't think the girl has any intention of letting her husband move back."
Yin Su clenched his hands hidden in his sleeves, pursed his thin lips, and glanced coldly at the group of gossiping maids.
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When she arrived at the prison gate, Jiang Zhaoli stood for a moment, then mustered up the courage to walk in. This was her second time entering the prison.
The smell was still rotten and unpleasant, and she subconsciously covered her mouth and nose.
Maybe it was because Zhao Xiaoshuang had just been imprisoned and her temper had not yet been smoothed over. Seeing that she was still energetic, he opened his mouth and started cursing.
Her eyes were red, and if it weren't for the iron bars, she would have rushed out, staring fiercely: "Jiang Zhaoli, why is it you, you bitch, you haven't hurt us enough, you still have the nerve to come here."
Jiang Zhaoli's eyes turned cold, and he said angrily: "Why don't you dare? I'm not the one who did something wrong."
"Before I die, I am able to reunite your family. Aunt will thank me."
Zhao Xiaoshuang laughed loudly, grabbed the iron bars and shook them hard, making a sharp clanging sound. She wanted to reach out to grab her, but was always just a little short. She was so angry that veins popped on her hands and she waved her arms around.
Jiang Zhaoli slapped her hand away, then wiped it with a towel, with a look of disgust on his face: "Why, you still want to hit me when you are about to die? I tell you, I am not here to send you off today, I am here to see your end."
Zhao Xiaoshuang said frantically, "I understand. I was wondering why you were so kind to send Qiu Shui back. It turns out that you wanted to wipe out our family. You have long suspected the Wen family. Jiang Zhaoli, you are so cruel, just like your dead mother. Why don't you die like her?"
Jiang Zhaoli was angry: "Shut up, you are not worthy of mentioning her."
"You are an ungrateful, treacherous, and ungrateful person like you, who teamed up with outsiders to harm your loved ones. You will be cursed by everyone, and even if you go to hell in the future, you will not have a good ending."
Zhao Xiaoshuang laughed so hard that tears came out of her eyes. She then pointed at herself in disbelief and said, "I am treacherous and ungrateful? How can I be ungrateful? If I were really ungrateful, would you still be the envied second daughter of the Jiang family?"
"Back then, my father said that one of the Zhao family's daughters could marry into the Jiang family. But the Zhao family has two daughters, my sister and I. I didn't dare to think too much about such a good marriage at the time, but my sister said that I should go because I came from a poor family and was a concubine's daughter. If I went to the Jiang Mansion, I could directly become the main wife. And she was a legitimate daughter, so no matter how she married in the future, she would be better than me. I was very happy to hear this news. I really thought that we were sisters with deep affection. But later, my father didn't agree to let me go and insisted that my sister go. My sister agreed without even resisting. She completely disregarded my feelings. Where did she put me?"
"Not long after she got married, I got engaged to the lower-class Wen family out of spite. But my sister disagreed. She told me that the Wen family was not a good place. I thought at the time, if she didn't let me marry, then I would marry anyway."
"My sister has given me money every year, but I know that she owes me money and she feels guilty. Otherwise, why would she give me money?"
"It was because of her act of sending silver every year that she and her husband were harmed. If you want to blame someone, blame your mother. It was she who killed your father."
Jiang Zhaoli: "You are just making up stories. My grandfather said that if mother doesn't want to marry into the Jiang family, you can forget about this marriage. He will just kick you out of the house and let you fend for yourself."
"You have never been loved by grandpa. If it weren't for mother, you would have been driven out of the mansion by grandpa long ago. You can't blame anyone for all this. You have brought this upon yourself. Mother has never said anything bad about you. She always thinks of you and is always afraid that you are not doing well. She gave you money, but she didn't expect that it would lead to a wolf's den."
Zhao Xiaoshuang spat, "Bah, stop being so hypocritical. I don't believe a word you say. If I could choose, I would rather not be a daughter of the Zhao family, not be Zhao Yi's sister, and still be happy today."
Wen Qiushui grabbed the prison door with both hands, shaking it loudly, with anxiety written in his eyes: "Cousin, we were wrong, don't argue with my mother, her words are always unpleasant to hear, don't take it to heart, just let us out, as long as you let us out, I will tell you a secret, a secret about you, okay."
Jiang Zhaoli sneered and refused directly: "I don't want to know, and I won't let you go."
"I just want you to die."
Jiang Zhaoli looked at Wen Fuzhuang, who was sitting on a straw mat in the cell with his eyes closed, and a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. Why was he pretending to be so elegant when he was about to die?
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