He looked at the man in front of him who resembled Zhao Mingcheng by seven or eight points, and suddenly burst into a nervous laugh. His laughter was hoarse and unpleasant, like that of a night owl.
"Hahaha... Zhao Mingcheng... You really are a persistent ghost! You've been dead for decades, yet you still send your son to come and claim my life?"
He looked at Jiang Junrong with no remorse in his eyes, but rather with resentment and unwillingness.
"Why?"
He spat out a mouthful of blood: "I'd like to ask why! Why is he born a young master living a life of luxury, while I'm just a servant? Why can he marry the most beautiful young lady in the city, while I don't even have the right to like a maid? Why can he be hailed as a talented scholar just by drawing a few strokes, while I've worked hard for him my whole life, only to end up as a gardener?"
"He treated me like a brother? Bullshit! That was charity! That was pity! In his heart, he never treated me as an equal! He gave me things and taught me to read, just to show off his kindness and generosity! I, Feng Jingui, don't need that!"
His voice grew increasingly agitated, and his face contorted in a grimace.
Jiang Junrong trembled with rage: "You ingrate! Just because you're jealous, you think you can betray your promises and commit murder and arson?"
"Murder and arson?"
Feng Jingui laughed again, tears streaming down his face: "You think I killed him?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Junrong, Jiang Jinxiu, and Gu Xichen were all stunned.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Junrong asked sternly.
Feng Jingui looked at him, his eyes filled with mockery and pleasure, and said, word by word, "I admit that I set that fire. I hate him, I hate everyone in the Zhao family, I wanted to burn everything you have! But... I didn't kill Zhao Mingcheng."
He grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth, his smile sinister and terrifying.
“When I rushed into the fire, he was already dead. It was Wang Shi’an, the steward Wang whom he trusted like a brother, who strangled him with a rope by his own hands!”
"I originally wanted to save him. I wanted to drag him out of the fire, let him watch his home burn to ashes, and let him taste what it's like to have nothing! But when I went in, he was already dead! That hypocrite Wang Shi'an is much more ruthless than me!"
"He killed Zhao Mingcheng, took the most valuable treasures from the cellar, and then framed me, making me bear the reputation of a loyal servant who 'died to save his master'! Meanwhile, he has been at large for decades! Tell me, isn't that ridiculous! Isn't that ridiculous! Hahahaha!"
Feng Jingui's maniacal laughter echoed in the small house, each word like a heavy hammer, striking Jiang Junrong and Jiang Jinxiu's hearts hard.
The real murderer is Wang Shi'an!
That "A-Si" who was described as steady and meticulous by his grandmother and repeatedly mentioned in his grandfather's letters!
"Wang Shi'an...why did he do this?" Jiang Junrong's voice trembled.
"Why?"
The smile on Feng Jingui's face vanished, replaced by a chilling coldness: "Because, from the very beginning, he was just a dog of that little bastard!"
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