Chapter 75: Does it look familiar?
The maid kneeling on the ground was trembling all over, with tears in her eyes. Without waiting for Liang Weiyuan to ask, she cried and begged for mercy.
"Madam, please spare me. I have no idea what's going on!"
She knelt forward and quickly pulled out a wrinkled letter from her sleeve. "This servant only followed the instructions in the letter. When the young master fell into the water, I shouted and led the masters to the edge of the pond. I didn't do anything against the law!"
She was the maid who screamed and ran away when Huo Jin saw her fall into the water.
The reason why Liang Weiyuan asked Zhushu to find the person was that there were many suspicious points about her.
She happened to see Huo Jin fall into the water. As a servant, she did not seek help, but instead had the audacity to shout and spread rumors about her master.
Which servant dares to do this?
Therefore, Liang Weiyuan had already ordered that this person be brought out.
Liang Weiyuan squinted her eyes and took the letter, only to see that the ink on it was smudged and the strokes were crooked like earthworms.
Huo Jin also glanced at it, frowned and raised his hand: "Men's handwriting."
Liang Weiyuan nodded, stroking the edge of the letter paper and said, "Besides, this paper is used by the servants in the mansion."
In other words, the person who bribed this maid was also a servant in the mansion.
He was quite cautious, not showing up in person and only communicating through letters.
She sneered and ordered in an orderly manner: "Mei Shu, find all the male servants in the mansion who can write."
"Zhu Shu, go search the servants' rooms and find any papers with handwriting on them, to prevent anyone from denying their deeds later."
"Yes, girl!" The two looked at each other and their figures flew away at an extremely fast speed.
Half an hour later, Qingzhu Courtyard was crowded with more than ten frightened servants or stewards.
There were not many people who could recognize words, and even fewer who could write. Even those who could only draw a few strokes were brought here.
Liang Weiyuan stood on the steps, her eyes like icy ice sweeping over the crowd one by one, and suddenly paused.
There was a familiar face inside.
Chef Su in the kitchen some time ago.
At this moment, his face turned pale, he secretly wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve, and his thick earlobes trembled like sieves.
"Each person has a piece of paper and writes the three characters 'Frost fills the sky.'"
Liang Weiyuan's voice was icy, and he flicked the brush onto the stone table seemingly lightly. "Anyone who tries to be cunning or play tricks will be punished as a traitor."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience stared at each other and whispered to each other.
"What is the Madam doing? Why is she making such a fuss over writing a line of characters?"
"Needless to say? I heard that the eldest son was poisoned and had a near-death experience. The eldest lady will definitely track down the real culprit behind the poisoning!"
"But what does it matter if we write..."
The servants murmured to each other, confused, but they obediently picked up their pens and wrote as they were told.
Liang Weiyuan paid some attention to Chef Su out of the corner of her eye.
He seemed to be writing dutifully with his head down, but his hand holding the pen was shaking and he barely finished it.
Zhu Shu quickly presented the collected handwriting.
She narrowed her eyes into a clear arc, and pressed her fingertips heavily on a piece of rice paper.
The neat strokes are completely different from anonymous letters.
However, there was only one flaw.
The arc of the last horizontal stroke of the word "霜" is exactly the same, which is the habit of the letter writer.
Liang Weiyuan looked at it coldly for a moment, then picked up the rest of the papers collected from Chef Su's room.
It's true for everyone.
"Chef Su, this handwriting is quite good."
Liang Weiyuan took a step forward, approaching from a high position, and the hem of her skirt swept across the man's trembling knees.
Chef Su's expression suddenly changed.
"Then take a look at this letter. The handwriting on it predicts that the eldest young master will fall into the water and instructs the maid to slander this lady. Does it look familiar? Is it the handwriting of your Chef Su?"
She said this with a half-smile, and the bamboo book opened to reveal the anonymous letter.
Just a glance and Chef Su fell to the ground with sweat all over his forehead, and there was a faint dark water stain on the waistband of his pants.
"Madam, the eldest young lady is very perceptive!"
He couldn't even finish his words, but he gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "I'm innocent! I didn't know! Someone must have framed me!"
Liang Weiyuan didn't say anything, she just raised her hand to adjust the crooked silver hairpin on her temples, and all the servants around her held their breath.
With a slight glance, Zhu Shu immediately stepped forward and drew the dagger from his waist. The cold light it emitted scared Chef Su so much that he pissed himself to death.
"what you up to?!"
Zhu Shu snorted coldly, and the sharp light of the dagger suddenly stabbed into his palm.
"ah--!"
Chef Su screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Two fingers on his right hand were cut off neatly and blood gushed out immediately.
hiss!
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