Chapter 40
After saying this, she turned around and bowed to Mr. Song: "Thank you Mr. Song for bringing me here today. I am very grateful. I have finished what I want to say. I will leave first."
Zhao Xiaoshuang did not repent and did not realize her mistakes even when she was about to die. She just kept thinking that she could marry someone better and that everything was ruined by her mother. She even felt that her mother's death was what she deserved and that she had brought it upon herself. If she continued to pester people like her, it would only add to the sorrow.
She should save what she wanted to say and explain it to her mother in the underworld. He didn't want to waste any more time arguing with her.
Jiang Zhaoli turned and walked out. Minister Song gave a look, and two officials immediately stepped forward and kicked the iron bars, pretending to signal them to be quiet and not yell.
"Yin Su is not a good person." Wen Qiu Shui couldn't help but panic when she saw that Jiang Zhaoli was not interested in the secret he told her and was determined to leave.
She is still young, she doesn't want to die yet...
She ignored the threatening look of the officer, grabbed the iron bars and yelled at Jiang Zhaoli's back. It seemed as if she had used up all her life's strength in this shout. The sound was extremely penetrating and reached her ears over and over again like radio waves.
Jiang Zhaoli paused for a moment, tilted her head and looked over, frowning: "Wen Qiushui, what are you doing?"
Wen Qiushui smiled grimly and tore open his collar, exposing his fair skin to the air. He took a closer look and saw a zigzag knife scar on his neck, which was very conspicuous. "See the scar on my neck? It was made by him."
"You thought you saw the real him, a perfect son-in-law of the Jiang family. In fact, he is cruel and merciless. I don't know how much innocent blood is stained on his hands. If you associate with such a person, I am afraid that your fate will be worse than ours."
Song Tisi frowned and quickly turned his back.
Seeing that Jiang Zhaoli was unmoved, Wen Qiushui laughed crazily: "If he can kill me today, he can kill you tomorrow. Don't think that you are special in his heart. People like him have no heart. Jiang Zhaoli, you can't keep him warm."
Jiang Zhaoli's eyes darkened: "So what? It's not the turn of outsiders to blame my husband."
Wen Qiushui couldn't believe it. She didn't believe a single word she said. She wiped her tears and said coldly, "Jiang Zhaoli, if you don't believe me today, you will be severely let down by him in the future. He has no feelings, and everything he does to you is fake."
Jiang Zhaoli pretended not to hear and turned to walk out. She no longer cared how aggressive the people behind her were or how vicious their words were. This time, she did not look back.
Even after she walked a long way away, she could still hear Wen Qiu Shui screaming her name heartbreakingly and cursing her to hell.
Wen Qiu Shui told her all this just because he wanted her to let the Wen family go for the sake of this secret, or let her go alone.
Jiang Zhaoli sneered, but she didn't need to think about it. She had been waiting for this opportunity for ten years, and the real murderer was finally caught. How could she give up?
Walking out of the prison, the sunlight hit one side of her body, forming a contrast with the gloom on the other side. She raised her eyes, looked at the clear blue sky, and smiled for the first time in a long time.
Father, mother, after ten years, Li'er finally caught the real murderer. You can rest in peace now.
Jiang Zhaoli raised his hand to block the light, and his eyes suddenly dimmed.
She pursed her lips and said, "Father, you never wanted your daughter to take over the Jiang family. Now that I can't do what you want, will you blame me for not being able to take over the Jiang family and having to team up with the gangsters to find out the truth?"
Song Tisi's pupils were dark. He looked at the gloomy woman in front of him. He moved his lips, wanting to say something but stopping himself: "Are you... okay?"
Jiang Zhaoli shook her head and forced a smile: "It's alright, thank you very much Mr. Song for today. I won't delay Mr. Song from examining the prisoner. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first."
Song Tisi wanted to call her back, but the self-cultivation engraved in his bones told him that this was inappropriate and not what a gentleman should do, so he stopped in his tracks, stared at her figure for a long time, and then returned to the prison.
After arriving at the Jiang Mansion, Jiang Zhaoli went to find Butler Fu first. While talking to him, he suddenly saw a dark figure hiding in the darkness, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.
She closed her eyes and glanced at him gently without saying anything, nor did she look at the inky figure again. She only said, "Grandfather, how are you these days?"
Fu Guanjia smiled and replied, "Don't worry, Second Miss, the old man is fine. It's just that sometimes when I think of Third Master's affairs, I can't help but worry."
"The old man recently heard that the girl and her husband had a quarrel, so he asked me to ask the girl more questions when I see her. If her husband did anything wrong, the old man will make the decision for her."
Jiang Zhaoli pursed her lips and smiled, "Thank you for your concern, Grandfather. My relationship with my uncle is still the same, but I have been busy lately. I leave early and come back late, and my uncle is injured. I am afraid of disturbing his rest, so I haven't lived together yet."
Grandfather knew that she was busy with her parents' case recently, so he didn't interfere with her or ask any more questions.
So many years have passed, and it seems that her grandfather has long forgotten about it. Even her second and third uncles no longer mention it. In the entire Jiang family, it seems that she is the only one who still cares about it. Thinking of this, she sighed.
In any case, the murderer of her parents has been caught, and she can finally put her mind at ease after ten years of worry.
I wonder how sad and disappointed my mother would be when she knew that all this was done by her beloved sister. Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaoli felt as if his heart was being stabbed by needles and he couldn't help but cry.
As soon as I reached the corner of the corridor, I heard two maids whispering, and their conversation came into my ears word for word.
"I heard from my aunt that there are more and more refugees gathering outside the city."
"Los Angeles is probably not safe anymore. When there are too many refugees, it's like a war. Even with a strong city wall, it can't withstand so many refugees attacking at the same time."
"If they break into the city, we will be in danger."
"What are you afraid of? Isn't there an escape door in Los Angeles?"
"It sounds nice, but who has ever seen it?"
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoli was in a daze for a moment. Yes, she had been busy with her parents' case recently and didn't know what the situation was like outside the city. A few days ago, she heard from Song Shiyan that there were more and more refugees outside and it was not peaceful.
Nowadays, every outsider entering the city has to pay two cents. Most of them are refugees from other places, and their travel money has long been spent on the road. Now they can only stay outside the city and refuse to leave, begging the people of Luocheng for some alms.
Seeing Jiang Zhaoli, the two maids were startled for a moment, then immediately stopped talking and saluted: "Second Miss."
Jiang Zhaoli nodded without saying anything, then went back to the yard, sat on the swing he usually sat on, swung on tiptoe as he usually did, and stared intently at the peony flowers in full bloom not far away.
Suddenly I recalled what Wen Qiu Shui said in prison, Yin Su...he is not a good person.
The last time he assassinated someone, Yin Su’s skillful killing technique suddenly flashed through his mind. Now that he thought about it, it was definitely not his first time killing someone.
But what kind of person can kill people so frequently?
His martial arts and knowledge seem questionable now. A hungry farmer should think about how to fill his stomach every day, not martial arts and knowledge.
He was afraid that he had already discovered it when she sent Nanny Hong to Yuncheng to investigate Yin Su. The results of the subsequent investigation were just what he wanted her to see, and everything was under his control.
What exactly is his purpose?
Just as she was thinking, a tall figure walked into the yard, and the sound of the door being pushed open brought her thoughts back to the current situation.
The person who came was Yin Su. I hadn't seen him for many days. He looked much more haggard, with dark spots under his eyes and a listless look.
Seeing her, he paused for a moment and gave a pale smile: "Madam Jiang."
Jiang Zhaoli's face immediately turned cold, and he got down from the swing chair with indifference and alienation in his eyes: "What are you doing here?"
Yin Su's expression froze, he paused and stepped back.
Jiang Zhaoli pointed at the door, his face full of indifference: "Get out, I don't want to see you again."
Yin Su was silent for a while, then he came to his senses, turned around and walked to the door. His back looked lonely and desolate.
"Miss, your husband has left." The maid reminded.
Jiang Zhaoli was in a daze for a moment, hummed lightly, didn't look at him again, turned around and went back to the house.
In a moment, the door was knocked, and the maid's voice came slowly through the wooden door: "Miss, it's Mr. Song."
Jiang Zhaoli took a breath, wiped away his tears, and looked at himself in the bronze mirror. Seeing that his eyes did not look like he had been crying, he spoke, "Let him wait in the yard."
Jiang Zhaoli cleared his throat, stayed in the inner room for a while to calm down, then opened the door and went out to the yard.
Song Shiyan saw her standing at the door, wanting to say something but stopping himself, and every time he opened his mouth he ended with a sigh.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "I told you, don't blame me."
"I've been thinking about it and I feel really uneasy. I always feel that your husband is not a good person. I know you don't believe it, but you should be careful anyway. I just came to remind you."
Seeing Jiang Zhaoli's eyes full of emptiness and his whole figure seemed to sway, Song Shiyan was surprised and said in astonishment: "You...how are you?"
Jiang Zhaoli held onto the door frame and shook his head slightly.
Seeing her suddenly distraught look, Song Shiyan suddenly felt a little guilty: "I... I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell you to be careful of him."
Jiang Zhaoli smiled and said, "I'm fine."
Song Shiyan looked at her cautiously and asked tentatively: "Why don't you divorce him and find another one?"
This time, he will definitely participate, and no one can stop him.
Jiang Zhaoli: “…Let’s talk about it later.”
Song Shiyan raised his eyebrows slightly. Does this mean there is still hope?
The figure hiding in the dark almost bit his back teeth off.
"Although he is a good person, he is too mysterious and not suitable for ordinary people like us. I think he looks like a gangster."
He lowered his voice in the latter sentence.
Jiang Zhaoli's eyebrows darkened slightly: "Who else have you told this to?"
Song Shiyan pondered for a moment: "Just you."
Jiang Zhaoli frowned, and said in a pleading tone: "Song Shiyan, can you please not tell anyone else about this?"
Song Shiyan was stunned, and his heart ached: "Don't worry, I won't tell you if you don't let me."
Jiang Zhaoli: “Thank you.”
Song Shiyan smiled bitterly, and his clenched fists loosened and clenched again, clenched and loosened again: "When did you become so polite to me?"
This time Jiang Zhaoli lowered his head and said nothing.
Song Shiyan sighed, and finally smiled in relief: "Go back quickly."
He looked up at the sky and said, "My third brother should be leaving the palace by now. I'll go pick him up."
Jiang Zhaoli lowered his eyes: "Song Shiyan, I'm sorry."
Song Shiyan turned around to look at him. She couldn't see the expression on his face. She only knew that he smiled and replied, "It's okay. I realized it too late."
After Song Shiyan left, Jiang Zhaoli returned to the inner room.
That night, she slept very uneasily. In a daze, she had a dream about Yin Su.
In the dream, Yin Su was tied to the gallows by several people. The people below the stage threw things at him and cursed him, saying he was a devil, a pervert, and why he didn't just die.
She could clearly see the disgust and hatred in the people's faces, saying that he had killed many innocent people and done many evil things, and that he deserved his punishment, deserved to die, and should go to hell.
She wanted to go forward to stop him, but for some reason, her feet seemed to be stuck and she couldn't move.
The scene suddenly changed, and she was on the stage, half-kneeling in front of Yin Su, holding his face with both hands. His face and mouth were covered with scars and blood, but his eyes were still stubborn.
He smiled at her, his smile was extremely dazzling: "Madam Jiang."
"Find a good man in your next life. Someone like me, with blood on my hands, is not worthy of someone as good as you." "Can I kiss you one last time?"
Two lines of clear tears flowed down his face, and Jiang Zhaoli kissed him without hesitation. His lips were very soft and cool, with a faint taste of blood that melted into his mouth.
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