Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Lingering Ghost of Willow
For half a month, I stayed in Hongyang Village, never leaving my home, yet trouble still found me on its own. It's truly a miracle.
Hao's mother's eyes lit up: "You said it yourself, don't say I was just kidding later."
Today, Jiang Mi is determined to accompany Jian'er in her funeral.
Jiang Mi nodded in agreement, "Of course, most of the people in Hongyang Village are here. Would I lie to you?"
If we don't resolve this issue today, things will likely remain unsettled for some time to come.
Having received a fair assessment, Madam Hao took out a brocade pouch from her bosom, placed it in front of everyone, and said with conviction, "This is your personal item, which was found on my son. Do you dare admit that it's not yours?"
A rose-red brocade pouch, embroidered with delicate azaleas and complemented by small green leaves, exudes a faint minty fragrance; it's especially effective at repelling mosquitoes in the summer.
In rural areas, very few people carry a pouch with them, since no one is that delicate.
"This is Jiang Mi's bag from Qingyun Village. We saw her carrying it with her every day and never letting it leave her side," a villager from Qingyun Village who came with Hao's mother pointed out.
The remaining people chimed in, all convinced that the brocade pouch belonged to Jiang Mi.
Furthermore, some people suspect that Jiang Mi left behind the brocade pouch in a panic when she was in a hurry to leave after killing Hao Jian.
The Jiang family members remained silent, staring intently at the brocade pouch.
Although the appearance was made to look extremely similar, Jiang's mother, who was standing next to Jiang Mi, recognized at a glance that it was not Mitang.
Because she loves her daughter dearly, she does many things herself, and this brocade pouch was sewn by her stitch by stitch.
Although she knows some handicrafts, she is not proficient, and the patterns on it would never be as delicate as those in front of her.
"Pah!" Su Yindi said viciously from the side, "What can a brocade pouch prove! We can also prove that Jiang Mi has been with us for half a month and has never left Hongyang Village. Maybe someone stole the brocade pouch and deliberately framed her!"
Although she dislikes Jiang Mi, it doesn't mean she can bully the Jiang family at will.
Hao's mother was no pushover either, and immediately retorted, "We're family, so of course we'll protect each other and we certainly won't push each other into a fire pit."
Turning to look at the silent Jiang Mi, Hao's mother was furious. She tried to drag Jiang Mi away, saying, "Come with me to the yamen today and confess all your crimes! Then, become my daughter-in-law. Jian'er is my only son. Since you killed him, you have to take care of me in my old age!"
Although Jiang Mi is fat and unattractive, she comes from a well-off family.
It's not necessary to be buried with her son; it's also acceptable to care for her in her old age and see her off in death. Jian'er's spirit in heaven will understand her.
Seeing that Honey was being bullied, Mother Ginger immediately became anxious: "Who do you think you are? A dead person, how dare you take advantage of my Honey?"
"The evidence is conclusive. You have no choice but to admit to this crime!" Hao's mother's eyes were sharp, showing no intention of backing down.
“This is not my brocade pouch.” Jiang Mi, who had remained silent until now, said calmly, snatching the brocade pouch from Hao’s mother’s hand and pulling out an identical one from her bosom. She said sarcastically, “This is mine. My name is embroidered in the lower right corner.”
As he spoke, he revealed the lower right corner of the brocade pouch he had taken out. The characters on it were somewhat distorted and haphazard, but it was not difficult to see that the character on it was "honey".
As for Hao's mother's, it was exquisitely crafted, just like the one used by a young lady from a wealthy family.
“Although my mother knows some handicrafts, she is not very skilled. The patterns are rough, and the fabric is coarse cloth that every household can afford.” Jiang Mi carefully analyzed for everyone: “As for yours, not only is the workmanship exquisite, but the fabric is also the best silk. Obviously, the embroiderer was very skilled. Although it is exactly the same as my brocade pouch, there are still some differences between the two.”
Touching the two brocade pouches in her hand, a glint of light flashed in Jiang Mi's eyes.
The person who could make such a similar brocade pouch must be someone close to her.
She mentally filtered through the people close to her; her family doted on her, so naturally they wouldn't do such a thing.
This matter is probably related to Yang Liu again.
Previously, she and Yang Liu had a good relationship and talked about everything. She also benefited a lot from Yang Liu because of her family's favor. She was the only outsider who had come into contact with this brocade pouch.
What grudge could Yang Liu possibly hold against her to frame her like this? In her memory, she had never offended this woman.
Jiang Mi completely overlooked how terrible a woman's jealousy can be.
When a woman becomes jealous, she is capable of anything, including destroying her family to achieve her own goals.
When Hao's mother was exposed like this, her face turned pale and then red. She subconsciously took a few steps back, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.
No, no.
Yang Liu said that with this brocade pouch, the task would be twice as effective.
This is completely different from what she imagined.
Meanwhile, in a secluded corner not far from the crowd, Yang Liu, watching the innocent Hao's mother, gritted her teeth and a hint of resentment flashed in her eyes.
A useless person who is good at nothing but causing trouble.
He can't even do this little thing right. Like mother, like son. Stupidity is hereditary.
He had planned to ruin Jiang Mi through this incident, but unexpectedly, this fatso managed to deflect it.
Just thinking about that day in the reeds, when Hao Jian's disgusting aura filled her entire body, sent chills down her spine.
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The crowd began to whisper amongst themselves, which made Hao's mother feel extremely ashamed. She instinctively tried to run away, but was pulled back by Jiang's mother.
"What do you mean by this? You've framed my daughter. If you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about leaving Hongyang Village." Mother Jiang said, hands on her hips, her expression fierce.
"It's just a misunderstanding. I was only trying to protect my son. Zhu Huali, why are you being so petty and aggressive?" Hao's mother retorted guiltily.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Mi was immediately amused. She looked at her mother with a smile and said, "Mother, my aunt has used foul language and tried to frame me. Surely the yamen won't ignore this. We're from the same village, so how about we take my aunt to the yamen?"
Falsely accusing others is also a crime, and the authorities will not ignore it.
Upon hearing this, Hao's mother panicked, not expecting things to escalate to such a degree.
If she were really handed over to the authorities, her life would be ruined.
"No, no, no! I was misled by others' slander. Yang Liu said that the brocade pouch was yours, which misled me and led to this situation. I am also a victim."
Now that things have come to this, we have no choice but to confess about Yang Liu.
Upon hearing those two words, Jiang's mother's face turned green: "It's her again!"
This girl has gone too far in framing Honey time and time again.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the villagers of Qingyun Village took advantage of the moment and fled.
"Yang Liu will definitely give us an explanation today! Such a young age and such a wicked mind, what will she be like in the future?"
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