"It was you, it was you who harmed my Jing'er. Today I want you to bury her with Jing'er."
As soon as she saw Lin Jiayue, Aunt Zhou became even more crazy. She pushed away the old woman in the courtyard and rushed to him. She stretched out her hand and slapped her hard.
Lin Jiayue hadn't eaten or slept for several days. After the slap, her eyes blackened and she fell to the ground.
Although her cheek hurt, she felt much relieved.
She still can't figure out why Jiang Jing threw himself into a well and died. Was it really because of Nao Shizi's reputation as an unchaste person, or because the Chen family broke off the engagement. But no matter what the reason was, Lin Jiayue knew that it had something to do with herself.
Aunt Zhou beat Lin Jiayue hard, she was dazed and numb and allowed the other party to vent.
It was only when Aunt Zhou strangled her neck that she felt suffocated, and Lin Jiayue struggled hard.
She was afraid.
Near death, she was frightened.
But now Aunt Zhou's hand is as firm as an iron pincer, and no matter how hard she struggles, she can't shake it off.
Mrs. Jiang fainted, and Mrs. Jiang stood by in panic. Seeing that the old lady's face turned blue and she didn't take a breath, she quickly took off the golden hairpin on her head and pierced her body. Only then did Mrs. Jiang gasp for breath.
Aunt Zheng stepped forward and pulled Aunt Zhou. If she really killed someone in front of the old lady, Aunt Zhou would definitely die. Just thinking about it, she felt as sad as a rabbit dying and a fox dying.
The whole Fuhe Hall was in chaos. Song Wan stood behind Jiang's mother and watched Mrs. Jiang quietly without leaving.
Mrs. Jiang regained consciousness and Song Wan hurriedly stepped forward to help her.
The old lady pointed to Lin Jiayue lying on the ground and said: "Get rid of the source of this chaos..."
"Old madam, you have to make the decision for Jing'er!"
"enough."
Jiang Xingjian came in a hurry. He had just arrived on duty today and before he could enter the education office, he was retrieved by a servant from the mansion on horseback. When he saw the current situation, Jiang Xingjian felt a splitting headache.
"Go and pull Aunt Zhou away."
Lin Jiayue was rescued by several young men from the outer courtyard. The Hou Mansion was so chaotic that they could not even maintain the defense between men and women, so they could only call the young men from the outer courtyard into the inner courtyard to deal with her.
Aunt Zhou was restrained, her eyes were scarlet, and she looked at Jiang Xingjian with a ferocious face: "Master Hou, can you give me a word of truth today? Will you get rid of the source of the chaos that killed me, Jing'er?"
Lin Jiayue covered her neck, her eyes were blood red, and she couldn't stop breathing heavily.
Experiencing the feeling of near-death again made all the hairs on her body explode, and her heart was gnawed away by fear, which made her mind go blank.
Aunt Zhou's mood softened, she glared at the few boys who grabbed her and shook them off.
After all, they were the female relatives of the inner courtyard, and those men did not dare to take action easily. Seeing that Jiang Xingjian did not express his position, one or two of them let go of their hands.
"Master Hou, I just want to ask you whether you want to eliminate the root cause of the chaos in your family?"
Jiang Xingjian suddenly felt a little dazed, as if he was stunned by the question.
Only Song Wan glanced at him in surprise, then lowered his eyes.
At this moment, he actually had murderous intentions.
The moment of silence made Lin Jiayue, who was particularly sensitive to life and death, look up with red eyes. Jiang Xingjian seemed to have just reacted and said in a low voice: "Send Aunt Zhou back to Yu'an Courtyard."
"Hahaha, it's such a mess. This prince's mansion is in chaos."
Seeing that Jiang Xingjian had no intention of dealing with Lin Jiayue, Aunt Zhou was completely disappointed. She brushed her hair, smiled lightly with tears in her eyes, and the pear dimples on her cheeks were faintly visible, as gentle as usual.
"With this descendant in the Hou Mansion, the old Marquis may not be safe underground."
"Master Hou Jing'er, I'm here to accompany you..."
After Aunt Zhou finished speaking, she slammed into the pillars in the courtyard of Fuhe Hall. There was a muffled sound, bright red blood splattered to the west, and people fell head over heels without breathing.
The people in the courtyard were so frightened that they were stunned on the spot, but Heng Wu realized that something was wrong and protected Song Wan behind him early, while Heng Zhi pulled a handkerchief to cover her eyes.
Jiang Xingjian's face was as white as snow, and Lin Jiayue felt her scalp explode instantly, and her whole body was shaking and trembling coldly.
Seeing this, Mrs. Jiang was frightened and completely fainted.
Only Aunt Zheng cried and took off her ruffles, stepped forward and gently covered Aunt Zhou's face, sobbing softly: "I told you not to make trouble, but what will happen if you make trouble? ? Who can we take with our humble life?"
"Send grandma back to her room."
Jiang Xingjian shouted sternly, and Heng Zhi Heng Wu was busy guarding Song Wan Hui Lan's courtyard.
Jiang's mother sent someone to find the doctor. The maids from Fuhe Hall were busy carrying the old lady back to her bedroom. Jiang Xingjian directed the housewife to deal with Aunt Zhou's body. Aunt Zheng was pulled away by the maids while crying...
Only Lin Jiayue looked blankly at the pale arms faintly exposed under the goose-yellow bra.
Two people died at home within seven days. The people in the Hou family were in panic, and no one was left to take care of Lin Jiayue.
People were walking in front of and behind her, but no one came up to ask a question.
When Qianbi Qinghong came to find her first, the two of them dragged Lin Jiayue who had lost her soul and left quickly.
There was no wailing in the mansion, not half a piece of white cloth and half a piece of yellow paper. The blood stains on the pillars and white jade floor tiles were wiped away by servants. No one mentioned the death of Aunt Zhou, as if such a tragic incident had never happened in the Hou's mansion.
On the second day, the large kitchen prepared eighteen meat dishes, including crispy pork elbow, steamed goose, and salted black bean skin lamb tripe dish, and sent them to each room.
Aunt Zheng was chewing her elbow and crying and laughing at the same time. Mrs. Jiang fell into a deep sleep and Mother Jiang's temples turned white overnight.
Jiang Xingjian sat in the courtyard and poured himself a drink, staying up all night.
Song Wan, under the care of Nanny Zhao and Heng Zhihengwu, slept lightly for several hours, but her sleep was restless after tossing and turning all night.
The one who reacted the most was Lin Jiayue. She had not eaten or slept for several days, her body was showing morbid fatigue, and now she had an unusual problem.
She could no longer look at the girl's white arms, nor hear the crisp sound of the drum.
There was silence in the Hou Mansion. When Song Lanan and his wife came to the door, Jiang Xingjian was even in a trance. For a moment, he didn't know why his father-in-law came to the door in person.
"There is something going on at home, so it would be rude to fail to greet my father respectfully."
Song Lan'an said: "I heard that there has been a lot of trouble in the Hou Mansion recently, so I came over to take a look. I miss Wan'er so much that I wanted to let her mother and daughter meet today."
Jiang Xingjian hurriedly asked the wife of the house to take Mrs. Song to Lan Courtyard, while he stayed to accompany the guests and exchange greetings with Song Lan'an.
The two of them exchanged a few innocuous words, and Song Lanan suddenly said: "I heard rumors going to Beijing that the Marquis of Chengyang is very dissatisfied with his legitimate wife?"
"In the final analysis, I was not strict in educating my daughter, and failed to teach the daughter of the family to become a role model for the world."
Jiang Xingjian's jaw clenched and he said hurriedly: "My father's words are embarrassing to Xingjian. There is nothing wrong with Wan'er. It's because my son-in-law is so obsessed that he neglected Wan'er."
Clenching his fists tightly, Jiang Xingjian tensed up: "It's Xingjian who made the mistake first, and I will never let him down again in the future."
Song Lanan sneered coldly: "Master Hou, you are serious. Who in the capital doesn't know that the girl from Pingzhang Government Office has no virtue, no talent, and is incompetent in managing a family?"
Song Lan'an took out two plain stickers from his arms and pushed them in front of Jiang Xingjian: "The Marquis's Geng Tie and Wan'er's marriage certificate. The Song family in Chengyang Marquis Mansion cannot afford this marriage. I hope the Marquis can find two." Clan elder, please choose a day.”
