Chapter 122 Someone Died
“You…it’s you!”
Zhao Jue recognized the face and was horrified. "Why is it you? Where is Ah Cheng?"
Even now, he is still thinking about beauty.
Xie Ming had a faint smile on his face and immediately grabbed his neck. He watched his face gradually turn pale, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all. "Are you worthy of calling me Ah Cheng?"
"You..." Zhao Jue was having trouble breathing, his handsome face flushed red, his flat nails dug into his arm, trying to struggle, "Let go——"
"I've known for a long time that you're not a good person." Xie Ming looked down at him, his pupils reflecting Zhao Jue's pitiful appearance as he struggled to resist but to no avail. The malicious amusement in his eyes was even stronger, and he seemed to have imitated some of the madness of the third brother. "I warned you before, don't get close to Ah Cheng. We are born with only one life, why can't you learn to cherish it?"
The feeling of suffocation continued to grow. Zhao Jue rolled his eyes upwards, muttering, "I am... from the Zhao family..."
Xie Ming sneered, pressed his chin with his left hand, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of broken bones was heard.
Zhao Jue's head tilted to one side and drooped limply. His body seemed to have lost support, and his knees hit the ground heavily before he fell to the side.
Xie Ming looked at him coldly, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and he slipped out of the room.
As the moonlight grew brighter, Xie Ming came out of the side room and saw a thin figure standing under the doorway.
Xie Jinyu slowly raised his eyes. The moonlight cast a shadow on his face, and one could vaguely see that he was holding a sharp object in his hand.
Seeing his brother come out unharmed, Xie Jinyu raised an eyebrow, "Dead?"
"Yeah." Xie Ming nodded gently, being frugal with his words.
"That saved me some trouble." Xie Jinyu calmly hid the dagger in his sleeve and said in a flat tone, "You pervert, you don't deserve to die. Ah Cheng has made wontons. Let's go."
Xie Ming followed behind him. The two brothers walked in silence, one in front and the other behind, just like they did when they were children.
I don’t know how long it took, but it started to rain from the sky.
The next morning, after the rain had stopped and the sky cleared, a woman's scream suddenly erupted from a corner of the Zhao family's compound.
"Ah—someone's dead!"
The door to the east wing was wide open. Two young maids sat on the ground, looking at the corpse not far away. They moved backwards without caring about their image, "Help! Someone's dead!"
Zhao Jue's jaw was dislocated, his neck was strangely bent, his eyeballs were bulging, and even his tongue was exposed. It was obvious that he was dead.
"What are you making a fuss about so early in the morning?" Qian's courtyard was closest to the wing room. She hurried over upon hearing the noise. Seeing that it was the two young maids whose hair had barely grown out, she was immediately furious. "You are really too nervous to disturb the master!"
"Grandma, Grandma, help me!" The two maids seemed to have seen their backbone and crawled towards her, "Master Jue... Master Jue is in there, he's dead!"
"What nonsense are you talking about—" Qian's eyes were wide open, and she was about to lose her temper when she saw the wide-open door of the wing room through the gap between them. Seeing Zhao Jue's pale face, Qian was so frightened that her body trembled, and then she screamed, which was more shrill than the screams of the two maids combined.
"Grandma, don't be afraid, I'm here." Even though the maid beside her was afraid, she had to muster up the courage to protect her.
"Hurry and report to the police..." Qian clutched the corner of the old woman's clothes tightly, breathing heavily, not daring to look at the side room again, "Hurry and report to the police! You two, go to the third room and tell them!"
"Don't report to the police."
A man's dull voice sounded behind her. Qian slowly turned around and looked at him in disbelief, "Master... someone died in the mansion, why can't I..."
"It's because this man died in the Zhao family mansion that we can't report it to the authorities!" Zhao Chen's eyes were gloomy. He glanced coldly at the side room and said in a cold tone, "Before Zhao Hu returned with that bitch, everyone in the mansion, including the capital, thought that Zhao Jue would be the next head of the family. Now that he's dead, and his death was so strange, isn't he just making way for our Ying'er?"
Hearing this, Qian paused, the panic on her face gradually faded, and she slowly calmed down, "Master, what you mean is..."
"Provoke the Third House and put the blame on Su Cheng, making it impossible for her to turn things around."
Qian held the handkerchief in her hand, and when she thought of Su Cheng's face, a hint of viciousness flashed in her eyes.
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Lixiangyuan
"Zhao Jue is dead?"
Su Cheng raised his face from the bowl, his pink lips covered with a layer of oil. He chewed the meat wontons a few times and swallowed them. Then he looked at Qing Shuang who was standing beside him and asked, "Where did he die?"
"East Wing." Qing Shuang saw that the surprise on her face did not seem fake, and breathed a sigh of relief. She whispered, "Miss, the master of the house asked me to bring you a message. Before sunset, the master will wait for you in the study. Please come over to talk."
Su Cheng nodded and responded calmly, "I see. Would you like a bowl of fresh meat wontons?"
Qing Shuang was stunned, and didn't react to her words for a moment. After she came to her senses, she whispered, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss, but this is not polite."
Su Cheng glanced at her, drank the last mouthful of hot soup, and whispered, "Why are there so many etiquettes to follow? Look, Cai Lian is eating so happily."
Qingshuang followed her gaze and looked back, seeing Cailian hiding in the kitchen and eating secretly, eating a small wonton at a time, looking extremely comfortable.
"Besides, don't you know whether I'm a real lady or not?" Su Cheng blinked at her, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth, and said softly, "It's boring for Cailian to eat alone. The wontons in the pot are all made by me this morning. They have thin skin and big fillings. Go and try them."
After she said that, Qingshuang really felt a little hungry. She responded in a low voice and walked towards the kitchen shyly.
When she reached the kitchen door, she hesitated and turned back, only to find that the young lady was smiling at her with her chin in her hand. The bright smile dazzled her eyes. Qingshuang looked away somewhat at a loss. She was so nervous that she even walked with her hands and feet timidly.
It was the first time for her to serve such a master.
This feeling is... so good!
The door to the small kitchen was closed. Su Cheng turned around and calmly considered Qing Shuang's words. "Zhao Jue is dead... How could he die?"
Then, she seemed to think of something and turned her head to look at the man squatting in the corner washing clothes.
Xie Ming caught a glimpse of her looking at him from the corner of his eye, and his body stiffened. He pretended to be focused on washing clothes, not daring to meet Ah Cheng's gaze.
"Kid, stop pretending. You did it." Du Heng was beside him, but his attention was always on the two of them. Looking at Xie Ming's pale face, he said sarcastically, "Unless you can become a first-rank general in the blink of an eye, you won't be able to escape this beating."
Su Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fell on the man, and his tone was deep, "Xie Ming, follow me into the house."
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