Chapter 220 An Uncoverable Lie
Hearing Xu Lin's words, Jin Shu's doubts deepened. She glanced back at Li Jin and Yang Defa, and pulled Xu Lin a few steps further away.
"What reason did she give for stopping you?" she asked.
Xu Lin sighed, looking dejected: "She said that even though that bastard has a bad temper, he has never shortchanged the three of them in terms of food, clothing, and daily necessities."
He snorted coldly, then turned his face away, choked for a moment, and tears fell.
It was as if a wound had been opened in Xu Lin's heart. At this moment, he was filled with guilt, regret, and self-blame for his older sister who was lying in the coffin and would never come back.
"I trusted her too much." After a moment, Xu Lin pursed his lips, swallowing his pain and discomfort.
His weeping ended before it even began.
"Firstly, I trusted her too much. My sister has always treated me very well since I was a child and has never lied to me. My parents and I never imagined that she was like this in the capital."
"Secondly, after calming down and thinking about it, she has been married for so many years and raised two girls..." Xu Lin lowered his eyes, "and hasn't been able to give birth to a son. But, this bastard..."
"Sigh!" he sighed deeply. "That bastard didn't say he was making things difficult for her, and he treated the two children quite well. We felt even more that this was our sister's family matter. If she didn't invite us, it would seem inappropriate for us to come and criticize her rashly."
A woman should follow her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog.
This is a phrase that the Xu family often says and always adheres to.
This is also a situation that countless women of marriageable age in the Great Wei Dynasty inevitably face when they get married.
However, even if it was an arranged marriage by parents and matchmakers, the Xu family seemed to be far too careless about such a major event as marriage.
"Haven't you seen Yang Defa before?"
Xu Lin remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, "I've met you."
He turned around and glanced at the arrogant man under the eaves: "But he's definitely not like this now."
His voice deepened considerably: "When the matchmaker brought him here, he was dressed in a blue robe, a handsome young man, and very learned."
Jin Shu was taken aback: "Knowledge?"
"Yes." Xu Lin nodded. "Knowledge."
Seeing Jin Shu's great confusion, he frowned and said helplessly, "I'm not afraid to tell you, sir, although my family is not ranked in the capital and none of my ancestors were high-ranking officials, there were quite a few of my ancestors who were minor officials of the eighth or ninth rank."
"So our family has always been strict with the education of our children, and we can be considered a scholarly family." He paused, then chuckled self-deprecatingly. "But back then, this rascal, to say the least, was incredibly handsome and dashing. He could recite poems and songs off the top of his head and talk to my father about anything and everything. He had a broad perspective and a great vision."
He frowned, looking at Jin Shu: "Sir, could you imagine that this kind of person is... he is..."
"Sigh!" Xu Lin raised his hand to his forehead. "No one could have imagined that he would be this kind of person, in this situation, and in this state."
Looking at Xu Lin's profile, Jin Shu nodded slightly.
She shared the same feeling as Li Jin: this case seemed particularly bizarre on the surface.
Yang Defa, who was poor and worked odd jobs, earning 80 coins a day, was still able to give the deceased more than ten taels of silver to visit his relatives.
The room was so clean that there was no trace of the female owner.
Two coffin nails that could not withstand the struggle of hanging, and the priceless jade mentioned by the deceased.
as well as……
Jin Shu walked to the thin coffin once again, looking at the deceased's peaceful sleeping eyes and staring at her swollen upper eyelids.
He turned around and looked at Yang Defa sitting by the wall from a distance.
While calculating the child's age, she casually asked a question, which led her to discover the third man hiding behind the Yang couple.
Both parents have single eyelids, and both have daughters with double eyelids. The probability of this happening in genetics is almost zero.
It's not that it's impossible, but the probability is so low that it can be ignored.
In ancient China, where there was insufficient scientific technology and no exploration of heredity and DNA, no one would have noticed this special point.
It can be considered a special gift from Guanyin, the Goddess of Mercy, who grants children; it can be considered that everyone is different and each person is unique.
However, Jin Shu, who possesses most of her past life memories, has the most basic genetic knowledge of recessive and dominant genes deeply etched in her mind.
She believed that someone would be lucky enough to be that special one, but she didn't believe that such special treatment would happen twice in the same family.
Li Jin didn't believe it either.
The more he asked, the more he realized that the man in front of him seemed to know nothing even the most basic information about his wife, with whom he lived day and night.
Although he chose to avoid the topic, he still couldn't escape Li Jin's sharp eyes.
"You've been married for six years, and you don't even know where your wife keeps her hairpins?" Li Jin narrowed his eyes slightly. "You won't answer any questions about her preferences in food, clothing, or anything else..."
Li Jin crossed his arms and snorted coldly, "Yang Defa, do you think this will make me helpless against you?"
One person sat in the corner, lazily gazing at the scenery in the courtyard.
One stood under the eaves, his gaze piercingly fixed on the soul encased in armor.
The Mid-Autumn Festival breeze was slightly cool, ruffling Yang Defa's messy long hair. He raised his hand to brush a few strands aside, glanced disdainfully at the Prince Jing of Great Wei before him, and let out a cold laugh: "Prince Jing of Great Wei, Master of the Six Doors, God of War Li Jin..."
He slowly stood up, patted his dusty trouser legs, raised his chin slightly, looked at Li Jin with a disdainful expression, and said with a cool smile, "You're nothing special."
After saying that, he raised his hand to scratch his head and turned to leave.
The moment Yang Defa turned to the side, he saw Zhou Zheng draw his long sword from his waist, the tip of the blade gleaming coldly, pointing straight at Yang Defa's brow.
The sharp edge of the blade was less than an inch from his cheek.
Yang De stood there stunned, frowning as he looked at Zhou Zheng, whose expressionless face was so serious it seemed to freeze the air.
After a long pause, he laughed: "Ha! You want to arrest me?!"
He raised his hand, pointing at Li Jin beside him: "On what grounds?" His arrogance intensified: "On what grounds do you arrest me? What evidence do you have to prove that I killed her?"
The small, dilapidated courtyard seemed to freeze time as Yang Defa raised his voice in question.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, and all eyes were on Yang Defa.
The brief silence was stifling and suffocating.
"Yang Defa." Li Jin's tone was extremely cold, and his voice was much louder. He called out Yang Defa's name word by word. He held a fan in one hand and the other hand behind his back, as if holding a sword, pointing the fan at Yang Defa's self-righteous face.
Those words, sharp and distinct, like flying knives, were hurled at him in the most arrogant tone: "I'm showing you respect as a scholar, but you've gone too far!"
Li Jin squinted, his body feeling as if it were covered in frost.
His murderous aura was palpable, his imposing presence overwhelming. In front of everyone, he demanded, "Who is the child's biological father! And where were you the night before last?!"
Seeing Yang Defa standing there in a daze, gradually losing his color, Li Jin suddenly raised his fan, swung it left and right in front of him, and opened it with a whoosh, waving it in front of him.
"You came back?" Li Jin sneered. "Keep making things up!"
The bluestone pavement was so clean it reflected light, and there was a straw sandal that wasn't even covered in mud from the field.
Yang Defa, who keeps claiming he's come back, can't keep up the lie.
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