Chapter 112 What a madwoman! She actually killed Li Yanei!
Seeing this, the man beside her noticed the slight movement of her veil, wondering what she was about to do.
Lu Zhaoruo gripped the silver hairpin tightly, slowly straightened up, and staggered to Li Yanei's side. Looking down at his disheveled state, she slowly squatted down, a deep smile playing on her lips: "Since you're so determined to kill me..."
Her voice was frighteningly soft as she toyed with the silver hairpin in her hand: "Then I'll see you off first."
The candlelight flickered.
She plunged the silver hairpin in her hand fiercely into Li Yanei's neck!
The smile on her pale, delicate face grew wider and wider.
The man's gaze, hidden beneath his veil, froze abruptly, not out of fear or condemnation, but out of pure shock and bewilderment.
He never expected that she would be so ruthless.
However, the next second, a deeper emotion suddenly seized his heart...
It was a deep pity and an unbearable sense of guilt.
He watched helplessly as the silver hairpin sank into Li Yanei's neck, and saw the frenzied hatred in her eyes.
All of this seemed to be an echo of that night three years ago.
It was him.
He was the one who broke her pride, utterly crushed the gentle grace of a young lady, and buried the seeds of hatred and despair deep in her heart, which gave birth to the blood-soaked, fierce and intimidating flower of evil that blooms today.
Beneath the veil, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and a silent confession weighed heavily on his heart: "Sister Lu... it was me... who forced you into this state."
Lu Zhaoruo suddenly pulled out the silver hairpin, and warm blood instantly splattered onto her pale cheeks and clothes.
She neither wiped nor avoided it, but instead smiled even more deeply: "This hairpin..."
She spoke each word slowly and deliberately, her eyes filled with bone-chilling hatred, "It's what you owe my brother."
After saying that, the silver hairpin stabbed in again!
Li Yanei's eyes widened, and he made gurgling sounds in his throat, filled with fear and disbelief.
"This hairpin..."
Lu Zhaoruo smiled brightly, her voice soft and gentle: "It's to repay the humiliation I suffered at your hands!"
She showed no mercy, forcefully stabbing the silver hairpin even deeper, as if she wanted to unleash all her hatred.
The blood completely stained the silver hairpin, soaking through her fingers and dripping onto the ground.
Lu Zhaoru tilted her head, as if admiring a work of art, and asked, "Tsk tsk, so much blood. And look at your expression. It must have hurt more than being hit on my brother's legs with a stick or being slapped, right?"
After saying that, he used all his strength to insert the silver hairpin into Li Yanei's neck again, and he could clearly hear the dull sound of the hairpin tip scraping against his knuckles.
A naive yet cruel smile curved her lips as she softly said, "Young Master Li, I'm so sorry... I'm afraid I won't be able to be your mistress..."
Li Yanei's body convulsed violently one last time before he fell completely silent.
His eyes were wide open, filled with terror and disbelief; he died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.
Lu Zhaoruo slowly pulled out the silver hairpin, her blood-stained fingers loosening their grip, letting it fall to the ground with a clatter, as if throwing away trash.
She slowly raised her eyelids and looked at the silent man standing to the side. The blood on her face and her smile were strangely intertwined: "Keeping him alive would only leave me with future troubles."
She spoke lightly, as if chatting casually, "Why not... just take his life and end it all?"
She smiled, her eyes sparkling with a touch of innocent naivety as she sought validation: "Don't you think so?"
The man was clearly deeply shocked by this sudden and brutal counterattack, as well as her almost manic calm and laughter.
A long silence followed, thick with the stench of blood, before he finally uttered a single word in a low voice: "Yes."
Compared to the weeping, weak woman, he seemed to love this blood-stained, smiling woman more.
Lu Zhaoruo believed that since the man had already severed Li Yanei's hand, he was already involved in the murder case, so she was naturally not afraid that he would witness her killing Li Yanei.
"Did you really come here to save me?"
Her voice was low and hoarse, her gaze piercing the shadow behind his veil like needles.
The man tilted his veil slightly, and his voice came from behind the veil: "Yes. Now that I have made my move, I will never let you suffer any more harm."
In that instant, Lu Zhaoruo's heart felt as if it had been gently struck by something, causing an indescribable ripple.
The man, however, kept his eyes away from her, avoiding eye contact.
Lu Zhaoruo quickly suppressed the strange fluctuations in her heart.
The man spoke up at the opportune moment: "I'll take you home."
"This person deserves to die, so let him die."
"I'll handle the rest."
Lu Zhaoruo did not move. Her bloodied fingers clenched slightly as she looked directly at him and asked, "How do you plan to cook this?"
Before the man could answer, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she made her decision: "Wan Miaoniang and her personal maid Gui'er must still be in the courtyard. Go and bring them here."
Wan Miaoniang and her servant were both implicated in this matter.
Now that Li Yanei is dead, how can we not make good use of this readily available "evidence"?
The man's figure vanished outside the door in an instant.
Wan Miaoniang and Gui'er remained huddled in the room, terrified. The screams of Li Yanei they had heard earlier had made them even more frightened, and they pressed themselves tightly against the door, not daring to take a single step out.
Suddenly, the door was flung open!
Instead of Li Yanei, a strange man dressed entirely in black, exuding a cold aura, appeared.
Before the two could react, he had already led them to the door of the next room without saying a word.
From afar, the two saw that the four attendants whom Li Yanei usually relied on were all collapsed on the ground.
Their hearts tightened suddenly, and an ominous premonition poured over them like ice water.
Upon entering the room, a strong, suffocating smell of blood nearly made them vomit.
But when their eyes fell upon the horrific scene inside the house—
Li Yanei lay dead in a pool of blood, his face contorted in a grotesque expression, his eyes bulging as he stared intently at the roof. He was no longer breathing.
Even more horrifying, a severed hand lay alone beside him, dripping with blood.
Wan Miaoniang choked up suddenly, letting out a very short gasp, and then her legs went weak, and she collapsed completely at the threshold.
Gui'er knelt down on the ground, her hands covering her mouth tightly. Tears streamed down her face, but she was too terrified to make a sound, and could only tremble violently.
Wan Miaoniang averted her gaze from the bloodstains and suddenly looked at Lu Zhaoruo.
Lu Zhaoruo sat calmly in the chair. Although her face and clothes were splattered with horrifying bloodstains, her expression was chillingly calm. She even raised her hand to slowly smooth a stray strand of hair at her temple.
She was not humiliated at all?
Instead... he was rescued?
A bitter, intense jealousy suddenly gripped Wan Miaoniang's heart...
Why... why does Lu Zhaoruo always manage to escape from dire straits and always encounter such luck?
Lu Zhaoruo slowly raised her eyes, her cold gaze sweeping over Wan Miaoniang's pale face. Her tone was so calm it was chilling: "Madam Wan, I'm so sorry, I'm completely unharmed."
She paused briefly, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "It's just... I accidentally killed Li Yanei."
Upon hearing this, Gui'er suddenly kowtowed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, "Madam Lu! Madam Lu, spare me! I didn't mean to... I really didn't want to hurt you... but... but I'm just a nobody... I had no choice..."
Wan Miaoniang crawled to Li Yanei's side on her knees and burst into tears.
The cries were heart-wrenching, but not for the tragic death of Li Yanei; rather, for the thousand taels of silver that she had almost obtained but had now completely vanished!
Without Li Yanei, how would she settle her younger sister?
Lu Zhaoruo lowered her eyes and glanced at Gui'er, her voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "If you are willing to tell the truth, I may spare your life."
Gui'er grasped at a straw and hurriedly recounted how Li Yanei had coerced Wan Miaoniang into obeying his sister, and how Wan Niangzi had been forced to comply.
Finally, with tears welling in her eyes, she looked at Wan Miaoniang and added in a trembling voice, "My wife... she was also forced into a corner..."
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaoruo's lips curled into a cold, sarcastic smile: "If you don't want your sister to be humiliated, you can push me into the fire pit. What a convenient excuse."
Wan Miaoniang suddenly raised her head, tears streaming down her face, her eyes filled with resentment, and she shrieked, "Yes! I was selfish! That was my own sister, born of the same mother! What could I do? Besides... besides, weren't you rescued unharmed? Not only were you alright... but you also killed him!"
She had already made up her mind to take the thousand taels of silver that Li Yanei had given her, give it to her sister, and then end her own life.
But now, Li Yanei is dead!
He was killed by Lu Zhaoruo!
Lu Zhaoruo slowly stood up and walked step by step to Wan Miaoniang's side, her blood-stained skirt brushing the ground.
She looked down at him, a sinister smile creeping across her blood-stained face: "No, I didn't kill him..."
Then, she said, word by word, "It was you, Wan Miaoniang, who killed Li Yanei."
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