I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 146 Rhythm

The questioning of Lin Chuqian failed to provide any effective clues, and the matter seemed to be at an impasse.

At this moment, Mother Zhang came in with a tray. She bowed respectfully and said, "I heard that the master wanted to thoroughly investigate Aunt Liu's miscarriage, so this old slave took Xiaoyu from Steward Liu without authorization. I hope I can find some clues from the blood book I wrote earlier, so that I can find the real murderer as soon as possible."

He Rencheng didn't blame Zhang's mother for making her own claims, but beckoned her to bring the handkerchief to him.

Zhang's mother took a few steps forward, and held up the handkerchief with a few lines of blood written on it in front of him.

He Rencheng frowned and stared at the handkerchief, but didn't reach out to touch it, and his face was full of disgust and disgust.

Aunt Liu covered her nose with a handkerchief, feeling a little disgusted.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this blood book." He Rencheng muttered.

Aunt Liu opened her mouth, she wanted to say something but felt it was inappropriate, so she naturally raised her eyes to look at Lin Chuqian.

Lin Chuqian twitched the corners of her mouth, and finally said resignedly. "Master, may I have a look at that handkerchief?"

He Rencheng nodded, no objection, he still thinks this handkerchief is unlucky, if she wants to see it, just let her see it.

Mother Zhang understood, and quickly brought the handkerchief in front of her again.

Lin Chuqian picked up the handkerchief, spread it out, and looked at it carefully.

The blood on it had dried up and turned slightly black.

What was written on it was: This servant is on duty in the mansion, and has always kept her duty, but Aunt Liu blamed and insulted me for no reason, so this servant felt resentful, bought the anti-pregnancy medicine on the spur of the moment and poured it into Aunt Liu. In the medicine soup, he originally wanted to frame this matter on Aunt Bai, but he didn't want to make a false accusation and expose his crime.Now that I think about it now, I feel ashamed, and I know that I have committed such a crime, the master will definitely not let me go, if so, I would rather settle it myself.

Lin Chuqian read the confession written in blood, and thought that Xiao Yu's level of education was not bad, the handwriting was beautiful, and the content of the expression was also clear.

She flipped through the handkerchief intently, lest she miss any details. Suddenly, she glanced and saw an autumn chrysanthemum embroidered on the lower right corner of the handkerchief.

She stared at the autumn chrysanthemum, and couldn't help frowning, Xiao Yu's purse flashed in her mind, if she remembered correctly, the magpie embroidered on Xiao Yu's purse.

How could she remember it? It was because when Qiu Shui burned paper money for Xiao Yu in the middle of the night, after she and Sheng'er pretended to scare her out, she saw the purse that Qiu Shui threw into the brazier and hadn't had time to burn it.

The lifelike magpie on it impressed her deeply.

She clicked her tongue and asked Mother Zhang with a handkerchief, "Are you sure this handkerchief belongs to Xiao Yu?"

Her question stunned everyone present.

They really didn't suspect that this handkerchief wasn't Xiao Yu's.

"Sister suspects that this handkerchief is not Xiao Yu's?" Aunt Liu asked.

Lin Chuqian nodded, not quite sure. "I'm just skeptical, and the specific facts are not clear."

Everyone's personal items in this house, such as purses, handkerchiefs and aprons, will have their usual or favorite embroidery patterns on them as identification marks.

Xiaoyu's purse was embroidered with magpies, so the chrysanthemum on the handkerchief looked suspicious.

If you can find out who the real owner of this handkerchief is?If it was not Xiao Yu, then it is very likely that the owner of the handkerchief is the murderer behind the scenes.

Xiao Yu was also killed by the owner of the handkerchief. This blood book is just an object to cover up the truth, and everything is an illusion fabricated by the murderer.

(End of this chapter)