Chapter 1 The Tenth Day of Death
Jiang Yueyao is dead.
Today is the tenth day since her death.
Her soul still remained and she came to the capital.
I floated into a room and saw Pei Yu sitting on a chair.
The man in black who killed her stood before him.
"The task that the young master instructed Liang to perform has been successfully completed. This is what was found on Miss Jiang."
He handed over the purse in his hand.
A light green purse with an orchid embroidered by Jiang Yueyao herself.
She does not like the noble orchid, but prefers the gorgeous and delicate peony.
But Pei Yu likes Mo Lan.
In order to please him, she embroidered orchids on her clothes, handkerchiefs, purses...
At this moment, Pei Yu lowered his eyes to look at the purse in his hand, his fingers carelessly stroking the Molan inside, and said lightly: "Are you sure she really died?"
"She's dead. I cut her throat with one knife and then stabbed her four or five times. She couldn't be deader."
"Where's the body?"
"It was thrown into a mass grave. I'm sure wild dogs would have eaten it all by now."
Pei Yu stopped talking.
He opened his purse and took out a yellowed marriage certificate.
She casually threw the purse aside, opened the marriage certificate, and looked at the three words "Jiang Yueyao" written side by side with "Pei Yu".
He placed his thumb on it, rubbing it for a long time, and sighed softly.
"After all, I am the one who wronged her. You can buy some paper money and burn it for her. It will be considered as repaying her for saving my life."
As he spoke, he took out a few silver bills and handed them to the man in black.
The man in black took it, flipped through it casually, and looked satisfied.
"Okay, next time there's murder or arson, you can always come find me."
Pei Yu's face darkened slightly.
"I don't want anyone else to know what happened today."
"The rules of the underworld are that you take money from others to eliminate their misfortunes. Boss Jiang's affairs naturally have nothing to do with you, young master!"
The man in black took the banknote and turned away.
Wait until the door closes.
Pei Yu raised his hand and threw the marriage certificate into the charcoal brazier beside him without hesitation.
As the red charcoal fire met the thin marriage certificate, it immediately ignited.
But in the blink of an eye, the marriage turned into ashes and disappeared from this world along with Jiang Yueyao.
Pei Yu squatted in front of the brazier. He picked up the purse and threw it into the brazier. He looked at the burning flames and talked to himself.
"Jiang Yueyao, please don't blame me. I am now the third son of the Duke of Yingguo's mansion, and you are just a lowly merchant girl. How can you be worthy of me? If you weren't so arrogant and unreasonable, I wouldn't have to take your life."
"Now I have a new engagement. The other party is the princess of the royal palace. She is of noble status and is a perfect match for me."
"Haven't you always wanted to please me? Just think of it as doing this for my own good and fulfilling my wish one last time."
After a long time, he sighed with great regret.
"It's a pity that you have those banknotes locked in the cabinet. When I left Sucheng, you only gave me two thousand taels. If you had given me all of them, I wouldn't be so tight on money now."
"Jiang Yueyao, after all, I am not as important as money in your heart."
Jiang Yueyao stood aside.
Every word he said made her cry and bleed, and every word was heartbreaking, making her hate and regret.
She hated him for not caring about their old friendship and killing her so cruelly.
He regretted even more that he had shown mercy and rescued him from a group of beggars, brought him home and raised him wholeheartedly for seven years, providing him with food, drink, education and the opportunity to take the imperial examinations in Beijing.
Now he has become the top scorer in the imperial examination and has been found by the Duke of Yingguo's mansion. He has transformed from an orphan without parents into the third son of the noble Lu family.
The kindness of the past became a sharp blade in his hand, stabbing her to death one by one.
Jiang Yueyao hated it to the extreme.
She wanted to turn into a ghost and strangle him to death, but suddenly a Buddhist chant came from a distance, and her soul floated out uncontrollably. The Buddhist chant was like a black hole, swallowing her bit by bit.
…
Jiang Yueyao woke up from her dream, soaked all over.
Her face was pale, and her peach blossom eyes, which usually smiled, were now filled with fear and helplessness.
She sat at the head of the bed for a long time before she gently raised her hand and touched her heart.
Warm, throbbing...
She's still alive!
She's still alive?!
She was stunned for a long time, as if she couldn't believe it.
Until a few roosters crowed outside.
She suddenly came to her senses, threw off the quilt and got out of bed. Without bothering to put on her shoes, she lit the night light and walked step by step to the dressing mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror.
A soft peach-pink nightgown made her fair skin look even whiter than snow; she had an oval face, with skin as smooth as snow and as delicate as a baby's; her willow-shaped eyebrows and plump lips were as pale as her face, and her charming peach blossom eyes were filled with surprise and doubt.
She checked herself over and over in the mirror.
The body is intact, without any holes, warm and soft, no longer freezing cold.
The heart is beating, again and again, healthy and strong.
She really came back to life.
Perhaps seeing the light on in the house, Sulan, who was sleeping next door, walked in with her clothes on.
Seeing her young lady standing in front of the mirror in the middle of the night, her face as pale as a ghost, she thought she was having a nightmare. She hurried forward and hugged her in her arms, saying distressedly, "Are you having a nightmare again?"
Jiang Yueyao looked up at her, her eyes reddened, and then tears fell.
She hugged him tightly, and then a sob escaped from her throat: "Sister Lan."
Sulan used to serve her mother.
He is eight years older than her and is now twenty-four.
She was unmarried, and after her mother passed away, she stayed with her, taking care of her and managing the Jixiang Inn with her.
In Jiang Yueyao's eyes, Sulan is her sister and her closest relative in this world.
In the previous life, Sulan also died.
She died on the same day.
But she was not killed by the men in black sent by Pei Yu, but drowned in the Baishui River outside the city while going out of the city on business.
That day, she waited for her but she still didn't come back, so she went out of the city to look for her. She was killed by men in black in the woods outside the city, and her body was thrown into a mass grave and eaten by wild dogs.
Everything seems to be a coincidence.
But if she were to live again, Jiang Yueyao would never believe that this was a coincidence, and that everything was Pei Yu's conspiracy.
If she and Su Lan died at home, it would definitely lead to a massive government investigation; but if they fell into the water accidentally, one of them would disappear without a trace...
Thinking of this, Jiang Yueyao was filled with hatred.
Pei Yu, this heartless bastard, really has good tricks.
Fortunately, God had mercy on her and allowed her to live again.
only……
She stared at the scar at the end of Sulan's eyebrow and her heart skipped a beat.
If she remembered correctly, Sulan got this injury a few days before her death. At that time, two guests in the inn were arguing, and Sulan went forward to mediate. She was pushed by one of them, and the end of her eyebrow hit the corner of the table, and she bled a lot.
"Sister Lan, what year is it today?"
Sulan didn't understand why she asked this.
I thought she was confused from sleep.
A helpless smile.
"Did you get a little sleepy? The Flower Festival just happened the day before yesterday, and you even bought a pot of Master Pei's favorite black orchid at the court fair, saying he had won the imperial examination and wanted to give him a gift."
Flower Festival?
Jiang Yueyao's eyes suddenly widened, and then her face turned pale.
In her previous life, she happened to die on the fourth day after the Flower Festival.
And tomorrow is the fourth day.
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