The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

"Oh no, something happened." Tang Zhongbai told Jiang Muxia to stay in the carriage and wait for him. He got out of the carriage and ran towards Qinghuanju.

How could Jiang Muxia feel at ease? She followed him out of the car, and ran to the third floor with Qinghong and Caiyun following the screams.

When they ran to the corner of the third floor, they smelled a faint smell of blood. The door of a room near the middle staircase was crowded with people, and several people pushed through the crowd and entered the room.

Jiang Muxia suddenly stopped and seemed to see a few familiar figures in the crowd. She wanted to take a closer look, but the people behind her pushed her into the house. When she pushed through the crowd to look for them, she saw three people walking down the stairs and leaving.

She wanted to follow them and ask them why they were here, but was called back by Tang Zhongbai.

Tang Si stood in the middle of the room, staring at everything in front of him like a wooden chicken, at a loss, and saw Tang Zhongbai coming. He grabbed Tang Zhongbai's sleeve and kept saying, "Sir, I didn't kill anyone. You have to believe me, I really didn't kill anyone."

This room was divided into two spaces by a bead curtain, which was now separated by a hook. On the couch in the inner room, a pretty woman lay with a pale face, a dagger stuck in her chest, and bloodstains around her clothes. Cao Junfa and Yin Yusheng stood in front of the couch, reached under her neck, and shook her head at them.

The person has no breath, is dead.

"Tang Si, what's going on?"

Tang Zhongbai really regretted letting him go alone. From the eyes of the maid who collapsed on the ground at the door but was fixed on Tang Si's eyes, he guessed that the maid must have screamed because she saw Tang Si in the house and the woman dead on the couch.

But the woman on the couch had fair skin and tender flesh, and did not look at all weathered. She was not the Ji Di they had seen before.

How did he get into this room?

"Sir, I was originally looking for someone according to the instructions of the servant. He told me that the person was in Tingfeng Pavilion. I found Tingfeng Pavilion, opened the door, and someone sprinkled a handful of medicine powder on my face. After that, I knew nothing. When I woke up again, I was sitting in front of the door of Tingfeng Pavilion. I was angry for a moment, kicked the door open, and wanted to rush in to question him, but I didn't expect to see this scene."

Tang Si came to his senses at this time, feeling extremely angry, and realized that he had been tricked by someone else.

He pointed at the maid at the door and said, "Just when I was about to go out and call for help, she came in and refused to listen to my explanation. She screamed and insisted that I had killed the person."

Tang Si was not afraid of being framed and thrown into jail, but he was afraid that others would identify him as the murderer, and that the young master would be scolded for trusting him.

So he took the initiative and said, "Sir, please put me in jail. I believe you can give me justice."

"Nonsense, the matter has not been concluded yet, why go to jail? Stay still, I will go to see the body."

Jiang Muxia patted his shoulder, signaling him not to worry, and followed Tang Zhongbai into the inner room.

"She is Xueling." Cao Junan said.

"Oh..." Jiang Muxia suddenly realized. She looked at the blood on the body and saw that it had turned black. It looked like she had been dead for a while. It turned out that she did not participate in the competition. She had been killed and could not go at all.

She suddenly thought of a key question and asked, "From her wounds, she had been dead for at least half an hour. That means she was already dead or controlled by someone before she was about to go on stage. Then why did the host say that she was ill and would be the last to go on stage? Who passed this news to the host?"

Cao Jun'an shouted outside the door, "Come here, call the person in charge. Find someone to go to the yamen to report to the authorities."

"Yes."

The house smelled very good. Jiang Muxia smelled it carefully and found that there was a strong scent of crape myrtle. She looked at the back window and saw that it was open. The scent of crape myrtle blooming in the backyard was blowing in through the window.

In addition to the scent of crape myrtle, she also smelled a faint scent of osmanthus.

She frowned. She came from the backyard, but as far as she could see, there was no osmanthus tree in the yard. Even the trees planted on the street did not have any trace of osmanthus.

She looked around the room but didn't see any trace of osmanthus.

This is strange. She walked back and forth beside the bed, and suddenly she spotted a small yellowish flower in the corner of the bed. She bent down to pick it up, and it was a small osmanthus flower.

Tang Zhongbai looked at the osmanthus flowers in her hand and turned his gaze to Qinghong and Caiyun.

"The whole prefecture knew that mother liked osmanthus, so many osmanthus trees were planted at home. The people in the city knew that mother had some relationship with the royal family, so they would avoid osmanthus trees when planting trees. Therefore, only the mansion has osmanthus trees in the whole prefecture. Among the few of us today, only you two left halfway. Is that right?"

Tang Zhongbai's voice suddenly became cold and stern, and the two men were so scared that they fell to their knees, crying out that they were wronged.

After he reminded her, Jiang Muxia also remembered that Cao Jun'an had said that they were from the same hometown as Xueling and had a good relationship. The two of them had left the private room for a long time, and that period of time was when Xueling died.

They are the two most suspicious.

Qinghong had calmed down. She knelt with red eyes, her back straight, and a calm and firm face. She only said that she had not killed anyone and then stopped talking.

Caiyun looked at Jiang Muxia with tears in her eyes, timidly and aggrieved.

A murderer will not admit to murder unless there is solid evidence.

The person in charge hurried over and saw the dead Xue Ling. He screamed in fear, then immediately adjusted his expression and stood beside Cao Jun'an, waiting for his instructions.

"Who told you that Xueling was ill?"

"Reporting to the master, it was the maidservant beside Miss Xueling. She told me that Miss Xueling felt a little dizzy and needed to rest for a while, so she asked me to arrange for her to stay until the end. She still didn't show up until the end of the competition, and I thought her condition had worsened, so I took the initiative to..."

He fell to his knees and said, "Please punish me, Master."

"Get up. This has nothing to do with you. Go down."

"Yes."

The person in charge was about to leave the room, but Jiang Muxia stopped him in time.

She asked him a question, "Miss Ji Di, have you stayed in the first floor room from beginning to end and never gone out?"

The person in charge quickly replied, "No. Because Miss Xueling couldn't make her debut, I asked the servant to go to the back room to inform her to go on stage in advance. Because her way of appearance was unique, she needed to go to the top floor and come down from the dome in the middle of the hall. However, when she went upstairs, two servants accompanied her."

"Okay, thank you. Please help me call the servant who will accompany her."

The person in charge glanced at Cao Jun'an, and when he saw him nod, he responded and called someone away.

She walked up to Qinghong and Caiyun and reached out to help them up.

"Get up first, I have something to ask you."

"Madam, please ask, I will tell you everything I know." Caiyun's voice was choked with sobs.

She looked at Qinghong and asked directly, "You said you were going to the toilet, why did you take so long?"

Qinghong bent her knees and bowed, saying, "My lady, I came out of the private room and went straight to Xueling's room. Today is her big day, and I came to persuade her to relax and focus on the competition. Then I went to the backyard, and when I came out of the bathroom, I happened to meet Caiyun, so we went back to the private room together."

Her tone was calm and her description was concise.

Jiang Muxia stared into her eyes and said with a smile: "Qinghong, you are not telling the truth, are you?"