It's not that Lu Zheng couldn't come up with the three hundred taels, but he was in a hurry to go out, and he didn't have so much money on him at the moment, so he could only discuss it with Zhiyun. Zhiyun coughed twice in a depressed tone and shook his head and said, "I just want cash."

Lu Zheng was a little entangled. If he asked Changshan to go back to get the silver, he was afraid that the curfew would have already come.

Lu Zheng touched his body and couldn't help but regret his habit of not wearing accessories. At present, he only had the token given by Jian Yu and the jade pendant given by the King of Chu, but he couldn't use any of them. Seeing that the curfew time was getting closer and closer, Lu Zheng gritted his teeth and took out the jade pendant.

"This is temporarily used as collateral. I will redeem it with silver tomorrow."

Zhiyun took the jade pendant, looked at it by the oil lamp, and put it away with satisfaction.

Lu Zheng asked, "Can you tell me now?"

Zhiyun said nonchalantly, "Of course, what do you want to ask?"

"Was Mr. Lu Qi killed by Mrs. Qi?" Lu Zheng asked the question he wanted to know most urgently.

Unexpectedly, Zhiyun laughed as if she had heard a joke, and coughed as she laughed, "The person who is least likely to kill Lu Jian is Yan Huanniang, hahahaha... Who on earth misled you..."

Lu Zheng and You Xiaowu were both stunned.

Zhiyun coughed for a long time before she spoke intermittently, "Yan Huanniang is the smartest... and the stupidest woman I have ever seen."

They heard another story from Zhiyun.

Zhiyun was a famous actor in Hongchang Troupe. After Lu Qi fell in love with him, he bought a yard to accommodate him. However, Zhiyun did not want to be a vassal, especially since Lu Qi was not someone he liked. He stayed with Lu Qi just for money. Unfortunately, Lu Qi actually fell in love with him and even wanted to divorce his wife for him.

It was at this time that Zhiyun met the seventh wife, Yan Huanniang.

Yan Huanniang was different from the other wives he had met. She did not look at him with contempt, and she did not even insult him because of her own experience. Zhiyun was confused by such performance and even felt a little sorry for her. In this situation, he ate the snacks brought by Yan Huanniang and then fainted.

When Zhiyun woke up again, he found himself in a coffin, unable to speak or move, and could only hear vague sounds in his ears.

Yan Huanniang said softly, "Husband, don't you like him? I am doing this to fulfill your wish, why are you unhappy?"

"Pa!" There was a slap, followed by the sound of falling.

Lu Qian's voice was full of pain: "You lunatic! You bastard!"

"Ahem...Husband, he will never leave you now." Yan Huanniang said while coughing, followed by several beating sounds and muffled groans.

Lu Qian roared, "I'm going to divorce you!"

and then there was the sound of kicking the door and leaving.

After a long time, the coffin lid was slowly opened, and the light fell into the coffin, making Zhiyun squint his eyes. Then he saw Yan Huanniang, who was covered with wounds, lying on the coffin lid, her voice full of joy: "He thought you would come back after you died."

Zhiyun slowly regained consciousness. He moved his hands and feet, looking at Yan Huanniang in confusion, because as far as he knew, Lu Xian treated her very badly. They had been married for many years but had not consummated their marriage, and Lu Xian often came back drunk to beat her. As an actor, Zhiyun looked down on such a man. He really didn't understand why Yan Huanniang, with her ability, would cling to Lu Xian so tightly.

Yan Huanniang gave Zhiyun a sum of money to let him leave Yanjing. Zhiyun was tired of such a life. He accepted the money from Yan Huanniang and packed his luggage to go back home.

If the story stopped here, maybe they would not see Zhiyun here. Maybe this actor could buy a few acres of land in the countryside, marry a village girl, have a few children, and live an ordinary life. Zhiyun

sneered: "If I had known that Lu Xian would get drunk and drown in the lake that night, I would definitely leave Yanjing early. I shouldn't have believed in that crazy Yan Huanniang."

After Lu Xian died, Zhiyun thought that they had met each other, so he stayed in Yanjing for one more night and paid tribute to Lu Xian from a distance. Who knew that it was this extra night that made him almost go to the underworld.

He still remembers Yan Huanniang's satisfied and crazy eyes: "He likes you so much, I let you accompany him... He will be happy, happy..."

Zhiyun shuddered: "That's a lunatic!"

He didn't know how he survived. He lost a leg and his throat was injured. In order to survive, he could only hide in this dark brothel and prolong his life.

After listening to Zhiyun's words, Lu Zheng and You Xiaowu looked at each other.

You Xiaowu trembled exaggeratedly: "Don't look at me, I have never seen such a woman."

Lu Zheng sighed. He had heard of similar examples like Yan Huanniang. This is an extreme devotion type personality. She completely defines the meaning of her life as the needs of others. If no one needs her, she will lose the meaning of living. This kind of extreme devotion type personality is very easy to be abused by the family, and will have a strong sense of dependence on the domestic abuser, and even lose the sense of right and wrong and commit crimes.

Lu Zheng once heard a teacher talk about such a case. At that time, community volunteers went to rescue a domestic violence victim, and found a body fragment in her home. Therefore, a serial dismemberment case was solved. Later, during the investigation, it was found that the accomplice was the woman who was abused.

Such people are cultivated in a distorted family environment. They are like a sharp blade with poison, pitiful and hateful.

Just as Lu Zheng and his team gradually uncovered the real murderer, Yan was sitting in the room in Lu's mansion, carefully combing her hair in front of the mirror. She accidentally found a white hair. She frowned and pulled the white hair out and put it in front of her.

"It's been so many years, and I have white hair..." Yan sighed, "It shouldn't be, it was clearly yesterday..."

Her thoughts returned to that starless and moonless night.

Lu Xian was dead, and she was at a loss.

She knew that this man was not good. He liked men. He beat and scolded her. But this man was also weak. He needed her. He was like a beast caught in a trap. Although he was fierce and savage, he could not live without her. She watched him become weaker and weaker in the torture of the trap, and he became more and more dependent on her. This feeling satisfied her. She thought that this kind of life would continue forever. One day this man would lose the last bit of wildness in his heart. Then maybe she would have a child and a new place to rely on.

But before that day came, Lu Jian met Zhiyun.

She had never seen such a strong vitality in his eyes before, which made her panic. She secretly went to see Zhiyun, who did not love Lu Qian, which made her angry but relieved.

Lu Qian would be disappointed and would come back to her, she was so sure.

Unfortunately, this kind of feeling that she had never experienced before was beyond her cognition. Even though Lu Xian knew that Zhiyun didn't like him, he was still devoted to him and was even willing to divorce his wife.

Yan Huanniang was a little confused and touched, but these could not change her decision. She used a trick to make Lu Xian give up, but she didn't expect that Lu Xian would lose his life after giving up.

In the mourning hall, Yan Huanniang thought a lot. In the end, she thought, he liked Zhiyun so much, so let Zhiyun go to the underworld to accompany him. He should be happy this way!

So she went to Zhiyun's residence with a sharp knife and poison.

This is what it feels like to have a sharp knife inserted into the human body. She didn't feel scared, but purely curious. The blood flowed down Zhiyun's legs to the ground. She looked at the unconscious actor, smiled slightly, and pointed the sharp knife at his chest.

At this time, a white hand grabbed her wrist.

Yan Huanniang still remembers that the hand had long and slender fingers, round nails, and a warm and delicate palm. It was trembling when it held her hand, and the joints were a little white because of the force.

Yan Huanniang thought that if Wu Yueniang had not grabbed her hand that night, she might have died long ago. She looked back and saw the fear and pleading in Wu Yueniang's eyes. At that moment, she found the meaning of living again.

Yan Huanniang stuffed the last strand of hair into her bun. This was the first hairstyle Wu Yueniang taught her. Her maid didn't know how to do such a complicated hairstyle, but Yan Huanniang was deft and learned it after two attempts. She looked left and right in the mirror before putting it down with satisfaction.

She stood up, walked to the head of her bed, opened a small cabinet, and there were several porcelain bottles neatly placed inside. Her index finger slid over them one by one, and then landed on a green porcelain bottle.

Yan Huanniang slowly pushed open the door and came to the compartment with the green porcelain bottle. The maid had recovered some strength and was struggling to climb down from the bed. Then she saw Yan Huanniang, and her eyes were immediately filled with fear, but her hands and feet were still powerless, so she could only shrink back with tears.

Yan Huanniang smiled slightly: "I specially found something with a sweet taste, it works quickly and won't hurt, don't worry."

"No...no..." The maid trembled her lips, "You...spare it...spare it..." "

No." Yan Huanniang sighed, "You know too much. You will suffer a lot if you live."

"Too...too..."

"I know you like the second housekeeper. After you die, I will let him accompany you, okay?"

"Help...help..."

Yan Huanniang had already squatted down, with a gentle expression on her face, as if she was persuading a disobedient child to take medicine.

The maid's hands and feet were weak, tears streaming down her face, but she could only watch her twist open the lid of the green porcelain bottle and pour the liquid inside into her mouth.

"Yes, dear, it won't hurt at all..."