Wang murmured "husband" softly, secretly hoping that Zhou Yuan would notice something was wrong and rescue her.
Wang stared motionlessly at the tall vase in the corner of the room, lost in thought.
Suddenly, a light footstep came from outside the door. Wang was startled back to her senses, hurriedly got up, and followed the sound of footsteps to the door.
The sound of a lock being opened came from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open.
Wang seized the opportunity and ran out without looking up.
Unexpectedly, the man was unusually alert. As soon as she brushed past the hem of his clothes, he grabbed her arm and dragged her mercilessly into the inner room.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" Wang struggled repeatedly.
Jiang Yunhuai put down the food box and said coldly, "If you're smart, stay here obediently, and you'll still be alive."
Wang glared at him angrily and said, "I am a daughter of the Shi family. Aren't you afraid my father will come after you?"
Jiang Yunhuai's lips curled up slightly as he bent down, staring at her with a mocking gaze, and said, "You don't know yet, do you? You took the jewelry from the makeup box. Your mother discovered that you had sneaked out of the mansion in just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. To avoid damaging the century-old reputation of the Shi family, she has already discussed with your father about reporting his sudden death. I received the obituary from the Shi family before I came to deliver the food, and I have to go over to pay my respects tomorrow."
Wang's face turned deathly pale, and she murmured in a low voice, "You're talking nonsense, they would never do that."
"Believe it or not," Jiang Yunhuai snorted, opened the food box, and set out the food. "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, I also searched that dilapidated little courtyard for you. I found the jewelry that was missing from the Shi family there, and I arrested the suspect who was involved in the murder for money. The prison has a hundred or so instruments of torture waiting to greet him."
Wang stared at him in alarm, "What, what are you going to do?"
Jiang Yunhuai ignored her and turned to leave the house.
Wang hugged her shoulders, trembling and curling up into a ball.
It's over, everything is over. The life she longed for, her hopes for the rest of her life, the wealth and glory she unexpectedly gained, were all destroyed by that devil.
The door slammed shut, and Wang Shi trembled like a startled quail.
In prison, Jiang Yunhuai poured his unspeakable pain into the iron whip wrapped in thin leather in his hand.
Suspended on the shelf, Zhou Yuan wailed and begged for mercy, spilling all the secrets he knew about the Ministry of Revenue.
Jiang Yunhuai wiped away his sweat, tossed the leather whip to his waiting subordinates, and said, "You may all step back."
The four guards, each holding a different kind of torture instrument, retreated outside.
Jiang Yunhuai placed the confession in front of him, wiped some of his blood on his body, pressed his fingerprint on it, and whispered, "Don't worry, I will definitely take good care of your devilish wife."
Zhou Yuan's eyes widened suddenly. Jiang Yunhuai gently pressed on his neck and channeled his internal energy into him.
Zhou Yuan died without uttering a sound.
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