In addition to the so-called soul-hungry affection, there is also the understanding and closeness that is beyond words.

When he saw the words "Your skin is like cream, soft and smooth, unparalleled, you moan sweetly and I can't forget you. Even if you die under the peony flowers, you will be romantic even as a ghost.", Zhong Lei almost couldn't control himself and almost tore up the piece of paper.

Jiang Muyu looked at his reaction, a smile of triumph flashing across his eyes.

She asked Liang Qingchen to help write this, and the handwriting was so similar that even Wu Shi wouldn't be able to tell the difference, let alone Zhong Lei.

Her face suddenly changed to a sad expression, her brows slightly wrinkled, and her tone was sad: "I have been worthy of my eighth sister all these years, but I never thought that she would rather sacrifice her beauty to kill me. It really makes me very sad."

The faces of the three people below did not look good.

Yu was annoyed and said, "How can this be possible? It would have been fine if she had flirted with other women before she got married, but now that she is married, she even flirts with the groom!"

Zhong Lei's face turned even more gloomy, but he still had some sense. He asked Jiang Muyu, "May I ask, Your Majesty, were these really written by that groom? This man is not only literate but also quite talented. Isn't it a bit of a waste of his talent to be a groom in the palace?"

Jiang Muyu knew that he would not believe it so easily. Fortunately, she was prepared. She took out another neatly written piece of paper and handed it to Zhong Lei.

After taking a quick look, he crumpled his face into a ball and slammed the table, "Someone, bring that bastard up to me!"

Just at this moment, Jiang Muxue hurried over. As soon as she arrived at the door of the main room, she heard the roar. She was so scared that she trembled and almost tripped over the doorstep.

When Zhong Lei saw her, he didn't care about the other people around and rushed over to slap her hard.

Jiang Muxue was a weak woman to begin with, and was knocked to the ground by his powerful slap, with half of her face numb.

She paused for a moment before covering her face and looking at Zhong Lei in disbelief, her eyes red. When she spoke, her voice was a little broken: "You actually hit me?"

"I'm going to hit you, bitch!" Zhong Lei threw the ball of paper directly at her face.

Jiang Muxue closed her eyes subconsciously and paused, then hurriedly picked it up, opened it and looked, her eyes widened immediately, "This... this... how could it be..."

This is an ambiguous love letter, written by Jiang Muxue. Every word in it is a confession of deep affection from a woman who can hardly control herself.

She had indeed written such a love letter and secretly hid it under the bed in the Marquis's mansion. After she hurriedly left the mansion to get married, she completely forgot about it. How could it appear here now?

That's fine. She originally wrote that the person she was talking to was Liang Qingchen, so how come it suddenly became A-Long? Who is this A-Long?

She shook her head in fear and cried pitifully, "Husband, I didn't write this. Please believe me, husband..."

Zhong Lei sneered, "If it wasn't written by you, then why is the handwriting exactly the same as yours?"

Jiang Muxue was stunned for a moment. Yes, the handwriting was exactly the same as hers. How could she explain it?

She suddenly looked at Jiang Muyu who was sitting not far in front of her, pointed at her and said, "She must have harmed me. Yes, she deliberately framed me, husband..."

"Nonsense!" Yu stood up and said coldly, "Why would a dignified Princess Rui lower herself to harm a mere concubine like you?"

Jiang Muyu shook her head in disappointment, her eyes full of sadness: "Eighth sister, why are you still so stubborn? I didn't intend to care about the past, but now that you are married, why are you still stubborn? I know you have a deep affection for the prince, and I hindered you...so you want to get rid of me, right?"

Hearing her talking about the past, Zhong Lei thought of the rumors outside, gritted his teeth, grabbed Jiang Muxue's collar and dragged her directly in front of Jiang Muyu.

He scolded coldly: "Kneel down and apologize to the princess!"

Jiang Muxue was extremely ferocious, her clothes and hair were all messed up, and she was dragged to Jiang Muyu's feet like a dog. The collar of her clothes made it difficult for her to breathe, and she started coughing violently as soon as she was loosened.

Jiang Muyu lowered her head and looked at the woman crawling at her feet in a miserable state, with a hint of contempt in her eyes.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his tone was still filled with sorrow, as if he couldn't bear it any more: "Eighth sister, I didn't know you hated me so much that you even offered yourself to the coachman to poison me..."

"I didn't... cough cough cough..." Jiang Muxue covered her chest and took a deep breath before saying, "I have never done those things!"

"Oh? Then why did the coachman keep saying that you had had physical contact with him?"

"He framed me!"

"You have no grudge against him, why did he frame you?"

Jiang Muxue panicked for a moment and stammered, "He...he is in love with me..."

"Since he loves you, shouldn't he protect you?"

"I... because I didn't want to commit myself to him. Yes, because he couldn't have me, so he framed me! He wanted to use me as a back cushion."

"Really?" Jiang Muyu shook her head, sighed, and said, "Eighth sister, why are you still so stubborn? If you had just admitted it, maybe you wouldn't have to suffer so much."

"What... do you mean?" Jiang Muxue's uneasiness grew.

Jiang Muyu said slowly, "Ah Long told me that there is a cinnabar mole three inches below your chest."

Jiang Muxue's eyes widened in disbelief, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. "No, it's impossible!"

Zhong Lei couldn't help it, so he kicked her hard on the back and cursed: "Bitch! Whore! You have no sense of shame!"

Jiang Muxue was kicked without any preparation. Her body fell forward uncontrollably and her head hit the small wooden table in Jiang Muyu's hand, causing her head to bleed immediately.

Before she could recover from the shock, Zhong Lei kicked her twice more. She had no power to resist at all. Her vision went dark and she passed out.

Mr. Zhong was afraid that Zhong Lei would beat Jiang Muxue to death in a fit of rage, so he hurried over with Mrs. Yu to pull him away.

Zhong Lei was pulled aside by his parents, and the cursing became quieter and quieter. He squatted down slowly with his head in his hands and covered his eyes. Words like "bitch" and "whore" were still popping out of his mouth, but his voice gradually became choked, and tears overflowed from between his fingers, one by one falling to the floor.

Over there, Master Zhong kept bowing to apologize to Jiang Muyu, and even said that he would go to Prince Rui's Mansion in person to apologize to her.

Yu ordered her servants to drag the unconscious Jiang Muxue away.

After watching such a great show, Jiang Muyu felt much more relieved, so he didn't plan to stay long and stood up to say goodbye.

Mr. Zhong personally escorted her to the gate of the mansion, helped her into the carriage, and said, "Give your regards to the prince for me."

"Mr. Zhong, you don't have to see me off."

"Yes, yes, Princess, take care."

Master Zhong bent his back until the carriage of the palace gradually drove away. He straightened his back, turned around and walked into the palace gate, and ordered: "We will close the door today and thank you for your visit!"