Xiao Cunyu did not have much sympathy for the people in this story. She had seen too many ghosts, and many things could no longer cause her to feel any ripples.
"What was the cause of Chun'er's death?" An Jinsong perked up a little more.
Xiao Cunyu finally understood. An Jinsong didn't really care about the cause of Mao Chun's death just now. He just said it nicely. Now he reacted so strongly because he felt that he had harmed Mao Chun too much and was too ashamed to face others.
But if there was something else behind Mao Chun's death, he might not be the worst person.
Find comfort for your own heart.
Moreover, when Xiao Cunyu said this, he was looking at Kang Hua.
Kang Hua felt uncomfortable being stared at by her: "I don't know where you heard that there was something fishy about Mao Chun's cause of death. She is my wife, and I know how she died better than anyone else."
"She was unhappy with her marriage and always locked herself in the house. I couldn't do anything about her. After a while, her health broke down. Over the years, I always feel regretful when I think about that time. If I had let her go at that time, maybe she wouldn't have driven herself to death." Kang Hua seemed to still feel a little regretful.
If Xiao Cunyu hadn't seen the murderous intent in him, he might have actually believed it.
Most scholars have good temperament, especially those who can pass the imperial examinations. They all have regular features and nothing major wrong with their looks.
Both Kang Hua and An Jinsong are considered handsome young men.
Such a person should not have blood on his hands.
"Don't worry." Xiao Cunyu sat down and said nonchalantly, "Let me guess."
"You didn't know that Mao Chun and An Jinsong were friends before, and you were nice to Mao Chun. But then his mother came to your house and said some unpleasant things, which made you feel uncomfortable. The next time you looked at Mao Chun, you became even more dissatisfied."
"They beat her, scolded her, and tortured her for months in ways that she feared and feared the most. In the end, they simply tortured her to death."
"Nonsense! No matter what, she is my wife! How could I do such a thing?!" Kang Hua certainly did not admit it.
If he hadn't seen the military badge on one of the men's waist, he would have kicked him out long ago!
"I haven't finished yet." Xiao Cunyu said slowly, "After she died, although you knew that this painting wasn't given by An Jinsong, it was still from his hand, so there wasn't much difference. So you still harbored resentment towards your wife and even mixed her blood and bones into the paint to complete the painting."
"What!?" Jiang Hanyi was furious. "Damn it! How dare you paint with human bones and blood!"
He also sold it to his father and finally gave it to his grandfather!
"I didn't." Kang Hua's hands, hidden in the dark, were clenched into a pale blue color.
"After all, this painting shows your wife, and you truly loved her, so you hid it away. Who knew your later wife would find out? Perhaps she didn't dare to ask any questions, so she would secretly observe the painting from time to time. After all, out of jealousy, she would want to compare herself with the person in the painting to see where she falls short..."
"But I didn't expect that this painting had some evil qualities. Your concubine was disturbed by the evil spirit in these words, and her body became weaker and weaker, and finally she died."
"And you... later discovered that there was something wrong with the painting, and were even troubled by it. It was only because you were the owner of the painting, the one who created it, that you were more aware than others. You realized it in time and wanted to dispose of it, but it was evil and disturbed your mind. You couldn't bring yourself to do it, and you didn't dare to keep it in your mansion. So, under some strange circumstances, you had no choice but to sell it. Is that right?"
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