Chapter Thirteen: Xu Chuming was nearly forced into something; Zhao Yu arrived.
Dali Temple.
If the Dali Temple a few days ago was just a place where a cold wind blew and people were afraid of it...
That afternoon, the duty room was completely frozen solid.
Zhao Yu did not get angry. He went to the Dali Temple dungeon, and soon the serial killer, who had been stubborn for a month, finally told the truth.
The temple officials and clerks passed the buck to each other.
"Go and deliver the case file to Lord Zhao."
"I'm not going. Lord Shaoqing Cao gave me some instructions this afternoon."
"Then you go."
"I'm not going, I'm not going."
Following Zhao Yu's instructions, Guan Yan distributed the purchased spices to all the servants in the duty room.
When Guan Yan returned, he saw the green eyes of the others.
Guan Yan immediately took a step back and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Don't worry, Brother Guanyan, let's just stand here for a while."
"These case files were reviewed by officials from the Court of Judicial Review last year. There's no rush to process them today, haha. We can submit them tomorrow, haha."
The group scattered like birds and beasts.
Guan Yan braced himself and was about to go in when he saw Zhao Yu come out of the duty room.
The man was extremely tall, and his black casual clothes made his features appear even more cold and stern.
"Master, shall we go back to the manor?"
Zhao Yu did not respond. He left the Dali Temple, mounted his horse, and rode away.
Guan Yan opened his mouth wide, while several maids sat chatting at the door.
"Where did Lord Zhao go in such a hurry?"
"Lord Zhao is so kind; he even brings back gifts for us old women when he goes out to eat."
"Anyone who can marry Lord Zhao is truly blessed in their past life."
"Lord Zhao looks cold, but he's much nicer than the one in my house."
Guan Yan was completely baffled, so he immediately rode off to follow.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhao Yu stood at the entrance of the incense shop.
The shop was closed and there was no one in sight.
He asked a street vendor, "Why is the incense shop closed?"
Seeing the visitor's luxurious attire, he whispered, "I heard that someone used spices and got poisoned, so Manager Xu closed the shop to investigate."
A dark cloud rolled in Zhao Yu's eyes. "Come out."
A man in black quickly appeared in front of Zhao Yu.
"Young master."
"Find out where Xu Chumian is now."
Zhao Nai: "Yes, young master!"
Zhao Yu closed his eyes briefly: "Focus on investigating the third wife."
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Inside a small courtyard in Beijing.
When Xu Chumian opened her eyes, she had a splitting headache and her face was pale. Her hands and feet were still tied, and she looked panicked and helpless.
She forced herself to calm down.
This is an unfamiliar room.
Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with her body. Her heart sank to the bottom. It was Zhao Chenyu again!
The sky outside was dark.
Just then, the door was flung open with a bang.
Zhao Chenyu blushed unnaturally, his collar wide open, as he approached Xu Chumian.
"Xu Chumian, I never thought you would still fall into my hands."
Xu Chumian's gaze was wary, her pale lips pressed tightly together.
"I had already sent someone to inform Xiao Qingyan before I came."
Zhao Chenyu laughed, his voice as venomous as a snake's: "Chumian, you're still so naive. I stopped that person a long time ago, and Xiao Qingyan probably doesn't know anything about it."
After saying that, Zhao Chenyu took off his outer shirt and got into bed.
Xu Chumian was shrewd and quickly noticed Zhao Chenyu's unusual behavior.
She clenched her fists, with nowhere left to retreat. "I'm scared. Give me some time to prepare."
The beauty had tears welling up in her eyes; under normal circumstances, Zhao Chenyu might have softened his heart.
But now that he's taken aphrodisiacs, Xu Chumian can't escape anywhere.
"Being able to be intimate with you one last time before I die makes this life complete."
"Chu Mian, in all my years, I have never liked a woman like this so much."
"We were born to be together, and we can even be husband and wife in the underworld after we die."
As he spoke, Zhao Chenyu leaned close to Xu Chumian's neck.
"It smells so good."
Xu Chumian closed her eyes, suppressing her nausea. Her lips trembled slightly as she said, "Zhao Chenyu, please untie me first, I'm in pain..."
"If you had listened to me earlier, I wouldn't have forced myself on you."
As he spoke, Zhao Chenyu kissed the corner of Xu Chumian's lips.
Seeing that the person beneath him was not resisting much, Zhao Chenyu untied the ropes binding his hands and feet.
He immediately pounced back on Xu Chumian, the various scents causing Zhao Chenyu's eyes to redden.
Despite the dampness on her neck, Xu Chumian immediately pulled out a hairpin hidden under her pillow and poked it into Zhao Chenyu's eyes.
But a woman's strength is no match for a man's, even though Zhao Chenyu is a sickly man who is about to die.
Zhao Chenyu grabbed Xu Chumian's wrist and pressed down on her lower body.
"Chumian, I thought you had come to your senses. If you dare to resist again, I don't mind if your sister is buried with us. She may be a bit ugly, but at least she can serve me as a little servant."
Mentioning Mu Mu, Xu Chumian's eyes reddened. She kept pushing and shoving, but it was no use. Zhao Chenyu grabbed Xu Chumian's wrist with one hand and forcefully spread the woman's legs apart.
"Get out of here!"
The fabric was torn, and Xu Chumian felt a chill below her waist.
With all her might, she raised her upper body like a dying animal and bit Zhao Chenyu's neck.
The smell of blood wafted over.
No matter how Zhao Chenyu pinched her, Xu Chumian refused to let go.
It seemed that if she relaxed her guard, she would be plunged into hell.
Zhao Chenyu released Xu Chumian's wrist and grabbed the woman's neck with both hands.
The pressure on her neck increased, and Xu Chumian could barely breathe, her body straining to hold on like a bow about to break.
She couldn't die; she had finally managed to change her and Mu Mu's fate.
She cannot die.
Blood flowed down Zhao Chenyu's neck. Xu Chumian kicked her legs and kicked Zhao Chenyu in the groin.
Zhao Chenyu cried out in pain and forcefully pushed Xu Chumian away.
Xu Chumian fell off the bed, and taking advantage of Zhao Chenyu's weakness, she crawled step by step to the door.
Before she could even grab the doorknob, the person behind her rushed up, grabbed Xu Chumian by the hair, and shoved her against the table.
He reached out and slapped her.
Zhao Chenyu unzipped his pants.
His face was contorted with madness. "Xu Chumian, I told you, you are mine, and you will go to hell with me."
He flipped Xu Chumian over and pinned her to the table.
Despair filled Xu Chumian's eyes, and tears streamed down her face.
Taking advantage of Zhao Chenyu's inattention, Xu Chumian grabbed the teapot on the table and smashed it behind her.
The porcelain shattered.
Zhao Chenyu cried out in pain, his head covered in blood.
Xu Chumian's palm was cut by a shard of porcelain. She turned around and, enduring the pain, stabbed at Zhao Chenyu's eye.
Zhao Chenyu suddenly screamed. He dodged quickly, and the porcelain shard only grazed his eye and temple.
Xu Chumian, her legs trembling and panting heavily, thrust her weapon at Zhao Chenyu again.
The commotion quickly attracted the attention of people outside.
"Young Master!"
People outside broke down the door and came out.
Upon seeing Zhao Chenyu's face covered in blood, he was greatly shocked, "Young Master!"
Zhao Chenyu is still conscious.
"Hold her down, we have to get her today."
The servant came to grab Xu Chumian, whose legs were already weak and powerless, and she trembled as she backed away.
"don't want……"
Just then, a scream came from the courtyard.
Xu Chumian looked towards the door.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
Zhao Yu, dressed in black, stood at the door with his sword drawn. His face was still stained with blood, and his usually icy expression was filled with ruthless rage.
Inside the room, Zhao Chenyu panicked completely, "Big brother, big brother..."
Zhao Yu did not give Zhao Chenyu a chance to explain.
His eyes were devoid of warmth, and a flash of sword light appeared.
Zhao Chenyu's head fell to the ground.
Blood was sprayed all over the ground.
Xu Chumian stared wide-eyed at Zhao Yu's figure. For a moment, she seemed to see the shadow of Zhao Yu from her past life.
The servant inside the house also failed to escape, and was pierced through the heart by a sword.
The room fell completely silent.
When Zhao Yu arrived in front of Xu Chumian, his eyes flashed with anger again upon seeing the marks on her neck and face. Zhao Chenyu had died too easily.
Xu Chumian was still trembling all over, and a large outer robe was draped over her body.
Xu Chumian pursed her lips, and large tears fell.
He gently wiped the blood from Xu Chumian's lips, pulled her trembling body into his arms, and placed his large hand on the back of her head, pressing it against his chest.
"I'm sorry, Chu Mian, I'm late."
The woman wept silently.
Zhao Yu, if only you hadn't changed your mind.
But scenes from her past life flashed through her mind.
He ultimately chose Shen Lingyin.
Those things were too tragic.
Xu Chumian didn't have the courage to start over with Zhao Yu.
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