Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

"Aunt San, why aren't you talking?" Feng Jia pressed.

"I..." Jiang stammered, but couldn't say a word. What should she say? If she admitted it, Rong'er's reputation would be ruined. If she didn't, the Nancheng County Princess's nanny would know the truth after a physical examination, and then she would be unable to defend herself!

What should I do? What should I do!

At this time, the old lady spoke up: "As the saying goes, family disgrace should not be made public, but now that things have come to this, there is nothing to hide. I will not hide it from you. Rong'er is indeed no longer a perfect girl."

A single word is like throwing a stone into a lake, causing a thousand waves.

Everyone looked at Xie Changrong with shock and contempt in their eyes.

"Third wife, this is also your fault. Rong'er was originally promised to her maternal cousin, Chang'er, at the beginning of this spring, but you made excuses, saying that Rong'er was still young and asked her to stay with you for a few years before getting married! Now such a big misunderstanding has been caused! You almost ruined the reputation of the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

When these words were spoken, everyone was surprised again.

"What the old lady means is that the tenth lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion has been betrothed to someone else?" said Princess Nancheng.

"My lord, that's right." The old lady's face was expressionless. "The one she is betrothed to is Jiang's younger sister's son, Rong'er's cousin, Xu Yunchang. The two of them have already performed the Zhougong ceremony, but it has not been made public yet."

A woman said, "So that's how it is. I was wondering, the Prime Minister's Mansion is a family of scholars, how could the girl in the mansion do such a shameful thing?"

He turned his gaze to Feng Jia again, with a strange look in his eyes: "It's such a big thing, it's fine if we don't know about it, but how come the ninth lady in the mansion doesn't know about it, and she wants to embarrass her sister in public?"

"The ninth lady just came to the mansion two months ago, so naturally she doesn't know about her sister's marriage." Jiang looked at the old lady gratefully and followed her words.

But some people didn't believe it: "If that's the case, just say it out loud. Why does the Third Madam have to kneel down and beg for mercy? It's like she's trying to hide something."

Jiang lowered her head and said, "Rong'er has been promised to someone else, but they are together before the wedding... Although it makes sense, it is not in accordance with etiquette. Rong'er is shy, and I am afraid that she will do something stupid."

Jiang's eyes shot towards Feng Jia, "Unlike some people, who shamelessly talk about such things in public!"

Feng Jia blinked: "Aunt San, Sister Rong has been having an affair with someone before getting married. Who is so shameless?"

"You!" Jiang pointed at her with hatred, but she was a little afraid when she saw Feng Jia's eyes, and she withdrew her hand awkwardly. In her eyes, this Ninth Miss was too evil, and anyone who got involved with her would have a bad ending.

"That's enough," the old lady smiled and said to Feng Jia and Xie Changrong, "You two are already grown up, but you still think you are children? It's just that the two sisters had some unpleasantness over a set of headgear a few days ago. It would have been fine if they just quarreled in private, but you brought it up in public and made the Princess of Nancheng laugh at you!"

It turned out to be just a bicker between sisters. Everyone understood what she meant and thought, indeed, the two were only thirteen years old, how could there be any deep hatred between them?

"Okay, Zhao'er, you must be tired after escaping from danger. Tomorrow, people from Jingzhao Prefecture will come to interrogate you. Songhuai, help your daughter go down to rest!"

After the old lady had made her final judgment, everyone saw that there was nothing more to see and so they all said goodbye.

Feng Jia was supported by Song Huai to go to the guest room in the inner hall to rest. The room was very simple, with only a bed and a few stools.

"Close the door, I have something to tell you." Feng Jia took off the sword in his hand and hung it on the bed, then turned and said to Song Huai.

Song Huai did not dare to disobey and bolted the door from the inside.

"Girl, I'm so glad that you're okay!" Song Huai knelt down at Feng Jia's feet, crying.

Feng Jia smiled and said, "May God bless you. By the way, how did you escape?"

Song Huai wiped away her tears and said, "That day, those thieves all went after the young lady. The fourth lady and I immediately went to the official road to ask for help. We searched in the forest all night but couldn't find any trace of the young lady. Young lady! I was scared to death! Fortunately, you are okay!"

Feng Jia nodded and said, "I'm a little thirsty. Can you get me a cup of tea?" After that, she pinched her eyebrows, looking very sleepy.

Song Huai immediately stood up, poured a cup of tea from the table and handed it to her: "Miss, the tea is here."

Feng Jia reached out to take it, and when her fingers touched the edge of the teacup, a trace of pain suddenly appeared on her face. Her hand twisted, and the teacup in her hand fell straight down.

Song Huai's eyes jumped, and her instinct made her reach out her hand. She caught the fallen teacup steadily in her hand, and not even much of the tea inside spilled out.

In a flash, Song Huai's pair of obsidian eyes sank.

Fell into a trap!

But it was too late.

With a "ding" sound, Feng Jia's sword was unsheathed and placed firmly on her neck.

"When did you start to suspect me?" Song Huai tried to get up, but if she moved the slightest, the sword on her shoulder would be an inch closer to her neck. She could already smell the faint smell of blood in the air.

"I suspected you that day at the Tianhe Restaurant." Feng Jia narrowed her eyes.

"That night, I was awakened by thunder. As my personal maid, you should have been guarding outside the door. I called you a few times but there was no response. I became suspicious and pushed the door open, but I couldn't see you outside. Then I turned around and found you hurriedly coming in from downstairs."

"So what? Does this make you doubt me?"

Feng Jia smiled and said, "Do you remember what you said that night?"

Song Huai really thought about it, but didn't find anything special.

Feng Jia said slowly: "I asked you where you went, and you said you went to the toilet downstairs."

"Isn't that normal?"

"If it was a normal day, it would have been normal. But it was a rainy day. Although the rain had stopped, the ground was wet. The footprints you left on the ground were also wet. There was even a little green mud on the uppers of your shoes. This means that you went out, not just downstairs. You lied to me, so I naturally suspected why you lied to me, and I paid more attention to you."

Song Huai pulled the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "Since you know, why do you still keep me by your side?"

"Because I realized that your target was not me. Otherwise, you would not have put away the short blade in your sleeve yesterday, but would have stabbed it into my heart."

Song Huai was stunned for a moment, then he smiled: "You are unexpectedly smart, but I regret it."

"I regret yesterday. I should have killed you then!"

A cold light flashed by, and Feng Jia's face changed. With a "ding" sound, the sword in his hand was forced to separate two inches from Song Huai's neck.

Song Huai stood up, murderous intent in his eyes.

Feng Jia took a step back, keeping some distance from her, but her eyes fell on Song Huai's hand.

It was an extremely thin hanging thread, flashing with cold light.

Instantly, Feng Jia understood everything and frowned fiercely: "So you were the one who committed the murder at that time?"

"I have killed countless people, and I have committed countless murders," Song Huai laughed easily, "I wonder which one Miss Nine is talking about?"

Feng Jia asked, "Old Ma from Yangliu Lane had his head cut off by a thread. Why did you kill him?"

After a pause, he recalled the rumors and asked tentatively, "You killed him just because he talked about Jiao Yuanlu's old case in Lin County ten years ago. What is your relationship with Mr. Li who was killed that year?"

"You know too much!" Song Huai frowned deeply when he heard this, and pounced towards Feng Jia with agility.

The hanging wire went around the back of her neck and tightened it hard!

However, the expected blood did not spray out. Song Huai's hanging silk was blocked by the sword in Feng Jia's hand. The two clashed and sparks flew.

"You actually know martial arts!"