Lei Mulan's face was too scary now. Even if she had some opinions about Lin Ruoqiu, it couldn't be seen from her face.
Moreover, she was sitting very close to Lin Ruoqiu today, and she heard clearly what Lin Ruoqiu heard at the banquet. Therefore, she also knew Xiao Qilangjun's "hobby" and could not help but hold the jade pendant in her hand tighter.
At this time, we were just waiting for two carriages to pick us up.
Xiao Cunyu also had the opportunity to come into close contact with the ghost.
The ghost also dared to respond to the danger. When Xiao Cunyu drew the talisman with blood, she was a little afraid, but the dejected ghost did not run away. She stayed beside Lin Ruoqiu, silently releasing bad luck.
"Miss Lin, these strange things started happening when she was ten years old?" Xiao Cunyu asked.
These two girls also have maids around them, so as long as she doesn't touch them, others won't think she is reckless.
"Yes." Lin Ruoqiu nodded.
"That year, was there a woman around you who died? Or was there any item around you that has been kept until now?" Xiao Cunyu's eyes swept across the ghost. It was not convenient for him to communicate with the ghost directly, so he asked Lin Ruoqiu patiently.
Lin Ruoqiu looked at her in surprise. "Yes... When I was young, my father went to the north for a post. He didn't want to leave my brother and me behind in the capital, so he took us with him. At that time, there was a family living next to the prefectural government office in the north. There was an older sister there, seven or eight years older than me. She loved me very much and always took me out to play. We were very close, but when I was ten, she was supposed to get married, but after the engagement... she hanged herself."
When talking about this, Lin Ruoqiu looked sad.
If Lin Ruoqiu hadn't said this, Xiao Cunyu would have found it difficult to discover that this ghost was actually a hanged puppet.
"Can you tell me more about that girl?" Xiao Cunyu asked again.
Lin Ruoqiu nodded immediately, then recalled, "Her surname was Weng, and her maiden name was Xiaohe. Sister Xiaohe was a girl who loved to laugh. I remember her as very talented. The flowers she embroidered looked alive, and the snacks she made were delicious. She was also very pretty. If there was one flaw... it was her stubborn temper."
"At that time, I often heard my mother say that her competitive temper would definitely lead to her suffering in the future. She always used her as a lesson to teach me to be tolerant. But I didn't quite understand it at the time. In my eyes, Sister Xiaohe was very kind and gentle."
"It wasn't until I grew up that I understood what my mother meant by that."
"Sister Xiao He has an older brother who's three years older than her. He's very sweet-talking and knows how to please his parents. Uncle Weng and Aunt Weng dote on their only son, devoting all their resources to supporting his education, helping him achieve his dreams, and giving him a bright future and everything he needs. The Weng family isn't poor, but they're a bit picky about Sister Xiao He, always complaining that she can't do anything right and blaming her for not being respectful enough to her brother."
"The more the Weng family's parents disliked Sister Xiaohe, the more she became aggressive. She was different from the other girls. She always argued with the elders, and every time she argued, it was very loud because she had a bad reputation in the local area."
Xiao Cunyu listened, then looked at the expressionless ghost...
It was almost hard to believe that this ghost was the stubborn and resisting Weng Xiaohe described by Lin Ruoqiu.
Lei Mulan was also stunned, "And then?"
"Sister Xiaohe told me she wasn't necessarily against her parents, nor was she disrespecting or loving them. It's just... every time she saw her brother getting all kinds of preferential treatment because he was a man, she felt resentful and wanted to prove she was better than him. But her parents never noticed, and she didn't know what else to do except make a scene."
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