Shen Qiyin shook her head slightly and smiled sweetly: "I have a better place."
Xu Laosan felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of foreboding washing over him.
Then--
He was thrown into the dark dungeon of the Eagle Pavilion.
Miss Shen thought to herself, "This place is wonderful. I'm not worried about him escaping, nor am I afraid that he'll live too comfortably."
Whenever you need his testimony, you can just bring it out; it's very convenient.
After leaving Qiying Pavilion, she went to the Marquis of Wu'an's residence as usual.
Wei Heng's condition has been getting better and better lately. Although he still suffers greatly every time he gets acupuncture, he has not gone crazy for no reason again. He has started to talk, start to read, and start to play the piano... although it still sounds terrible.
Then, when he realized that his playing was different from what he had imagined, he started to sulk again.
That day was.
He frowned and pushed the violin far away from him, as if he had a grudge against it.
Shen Qiyin smiled unkindly and comforted him, "Actually, it's alright."
"Really?" Wei Heng said slowly.
“Hmm.” Shen Qiyin nodded sincerely: “You see, I’m alive and well, which means it’s just moderately unpleasant to listen to, not terribly unpleasant.”
"..."
Seeing that his expression only worsened after she comforted him, Shen Qiyin tried to salvage the situation: "It's true, I have a younger sister, and the flute she plays sounds like a funeral procession, it's absolutely awful."
"If there's a chance next time, I'll bring her here and introduce you to her. Then you'll know that what I said is true."
Wei Heng blinked his clear eyes and held out his hand to her: "Pinky promise."
"Pinky promise—"
As expected, when Shen Qi came out of Wei Heng's room, she saw Han Cui waiting under the corridor.
Needless to say, it was probably Old Madam Wei who called her over again.
Old Madam Wei didn't have any important business with her; she mainly just wanted to feed her and say some trivial things before letting her go.
However, when she left that day, she ran into Jiang Jiyao.
The latter had a veil covering her face.
It seems the scratches from the cat haven't healed yet.
Unlike her previous reactions to Shen Xiyin, Jiang Jiyao's response this time was quite novel.
She looked at her with a "pity" in her eyes, shaking her head and sighing as she looked at her: "I must be crazy to think that the existence of someone like you is a threat."
"You're not crazy, you're just plain stupid."
“You…” Jiang Jiyao’s solemn expression crumbled instantly.
However, as if she had some trump card up her sleeve, she didn't completely break down like before. Instead, she quickly adjusted her emotions and said, "Shen Qiyin, you dare to disregard me like this? Isn't it just because your aunt values you?"
"But do you know why she cares about you so much?"
Shen Qiyin raised an eyebrow: "You know?"
"Of course I know!" Jiang Jiyao looked her up and down with a mocking gaze, and after a long while, he continued, "It took me a lot of effort to figure out the ins and outs of the matter."
"That shows how useless you are."
"You!" Anger filled Jiang Jiyao's eyes as she threatened, "Do you still want to know the secret about the red mole on your wrist?"
"Clearly you didn't think much of it, can't you even tell?"
After saying that, Shen Qiyin turned and left.
Jiang Jiyao chased after him without a second thought.
She rushed to Shen Qiyin's side and blocked her way with her arms outstretched: "Let me tell you the truth, she's just using you as a substitute to comfort herself."
"Because you, like her deceased daughter and granddaughter, have a red mole on your wrist."
“But I’ve investigated your background, and you are indeed a child of the Shen family.”
“What I can find out, my great-aunt must have found out as well. But even though she knows you are not her granddaughter, she still cares about you so much. It’s not because she likes you, but because she is remembering her granddaughter through you.”
"You are nothing but a pathetic substitute!"
Jiang Jiyao thought that after revealing such a cruel truth, Shen Qiyin would surely collapse completely. Only when she saw her lose her pretense and rationality would he feel a sense of satisfaction.
To everyone's surprise, after hearing this, Shen Qiyin simply asked her calmly, "Are you sure it's your granddaughter?"
"...Otherwise what?" The man was utterly baffled: "If it were a grandson, why would he treat you as a substitute!"
"How did the old lady's daughter and granddaughter pass away?"
“My aunt died in childbirth, and as for my cousin, well…” Jiang Jiyao stopped mid-sentence: “Why should I tell you?”
"Isn't this just showing off your abilities?"
"Hmph, you want to know? I'm not going to tell you!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qiyin ripped off her veil, revealing her scarred face.
Jiang Jiyao screamed in alarm and ran away, covering her face in anger. Because she wasn't watching where she was going, she tripped and fell hard.
Shen Qiyin expressionlessly tossed aside her veil, stepped on it, and turned to leave.
It doesn't matter if Jiang Jiyao doesn't tell. The information she was able to find out can't be some big secret. If she inquires carefully, she will surely get the results.
or--
She had a more convenient way to confirm her suspicions.
Perhaps it was because "what you think about during the day, you dream about at night," that night, Shen Qiyin had a dream.
The scene in the dream was Qin Li's mansion.
She saw her junior brother.
He was dressed in red, radiating beauty, which, combined with the rouge mark between his brows, made him so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether he was male or female.
He has grown much taller and thinner.
She saw him kneeling lifelessly beside Qin Li, like a puppet being manipulated, washing his feet. The latter grinned and stepped on his shoulders, wiping away the water.
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