Su Chenyu had just finished breakfast when Baili Yanqing came back, his body wet. Su Chenyu took out a coat and said, "Hurry up and change your wet clothes."
"It was foggy this morning, and the dew was wet." Having said that, Baili Yanqing still changed his outer clothes obediently. "I examined the old shopkeeper's body. He was strangled to death, not hanged himself."
"How could he, such a selfish person, commit suicide?" After listening to the old shopkeeper's crying yesterday, Su Chenyu knew what kind of person he was. He kept talking about atonement but did not take any action. Did he really think that burning some paper money would make him feel at ease?
"Who could have done this?"
"Who else could it be except Yin Jiuniang?" Su Chenyu smiled. "Just wait and see. I guess it will be the Qian family's turn tonight."
After enduring for so many years, Yin Jiuniang just wanted to avenge her family.
As the saying goes, revenge is for revenge, and grievances are for grievances. The Qian family should bear the consequences of their own misfortune. As for Yin Jiuniang, if she killed other people, she would naturally have to pay for it.
The law of nature is clear and retribution is inevitable. Everyone will get the outcome they deserve.
That night, the Qian family caught fire. The Qian couple were already ill and unable to escape, and were buried in the sea of fire. Fortunately, the Qian family was already in poverty, and there were no servants in the house, so no one else was implicated.
Ten years ago, the Yin family was destroyed by a fire.
Ten years later, the Qian couple died in a fire.
For a while, many opinions were expressed, and many rumors emerged, saying that the Yin family was harmed by the Qian family, and now the Yin family's ghosts came to claim the Qian family's lives, causing panic among the people. However, it also brought the matter of ten years to a complete end.
Soon, the day to take the screen arrived, and Su Chenyu went as promised.
Yin Jiuniang opened the door and found that Su Chenyu came alone: "Why are you alone?"
"My husband has something to do and will not be here until later. Let me take a look at the screen first." Su Chenyu walked in and Yin Jiuniang closed the door.
"Does Shopkeeper Yin live alone?"
"I am used to quietness and have always lived alone." Yin Jiuniang led Su Chenyu to the workshop in the backyard. "My place is rather simple, I hope you won't mind."
After entering the workshop, Yin Jiuniang showed Su Chenyu the screen she had embroidered. Su Chenyu praised it highly: "Shopkeeper Yin's screen is so well embroidered."
Yin Jiuniang brought Su Chenyu a cup of tea and said, "Madam, have a cup of tea and take a rest here."
Su Chenyu picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Seeing Su Chenyu drinking the tea, the smile on Yin Jiuniang's face seemed a little weird.
Su Chenyu seemed not to notice the smile on Yin Jiuniang's face, but looked at her hand: "Manager Yin must be very busy these days, right?"
"It's a bit rushed, but I'm used to embroidery, so it's okay."
"I see that Shopkeeper Yin has many scars on his hands. He is used to doing embroidery work, how can his hands be injured like this?"
Yin Jiuniang subconsciously retracted her hand into her sleeve: "I accidentally hurt my hand, madam, you are really considerate."
"Indeed, if you kill or set fire in the middle of the night, won't you get hurt?"
The smile on Yin Jiuniang's face froze immediately: "What do you mean by that?"
"You strangled the old shopkeeper to death, and you set the fire to the Qian family. Am I right, Yin Jiuniang?" Su Chenyu said nonchalantly, "Perhaps I should call you Yin Youyang."
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