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

Jiang Muxia hurried to the gate of the mansion. The strong wind and heavy snow made it difficult for her to see clearly. She hid under the eaves, a place sheltered from the wind, and looked up.

The ground was white, snowflakes were swirled by the wind, and spun on the ground. A few willow trees were shaking wantonly, baring their fangs and claws like a giant beast that had taken root.

There is a figure nowhere to be seen. Could it be that he couldn’t wait and left?

She looked at the ground and saw a pair of small footprints covered in the snow in front of the door. Behind the footprints was a pair of large footprints, moving away in the opposite direction.

If she had come a little later, the footprints would have been completely covered.

The light at the gate of the mansion was blown by the wind, and a light flashed on the ground. She squinted her eyes, walked to the place where the light came from, bent down and picked it up.

It was a small pearl hairpin. She turned it over and found a line of small words on the inside: "Linglong Pavilion".

She grasped the hairpin in her palm and turned to the gatehouse, "Uncle Lin, where is the person at the gate?"

"I asked her to come in and be gentle for a while, but the little girl refused to come in. If she's not here, then she must have left."

"Is she one or two?"

"Yes, only her. She was covered so tightly that I couldn't even see what she looked like."

A little girl, but the footprints she left were those of a man.

Something must have happened.

"Tang San, go to Linglong Pavilion and find out who the owner of this hairpin is?"

Tang San took the order and left the house. She hurried back to Yuzhao Courtyard to wake up Tang Zhongbai.

His chance is coming.

She lifted the veil and saw Tang Zhongbai sleeping soundly. She stretched out her hand and retracted it.

He is too tired these days, let him sleep and wait for Tang San to come back.

She let down the gauze curtain, sat back on the couch, lit a few more candles, and did needlework with Qinghong under the lamp.

Her fingers flew, and a vivid golden cicada appeared on the white silk cloth. This was the handkerchief she embroidered for Tang Zhongbai.

Her eyes felt a little sore, so she put down the embroidery frame and picked up a pair of scissors to cut the lamp flowers. There was a crisp sound of "crackling". She rubbed her eyes and threw the embroidery frame aside. She took out the whip that had not been used for a long time from the box and came under the lamp, asking Qinghong to help her find a steel nail that was as thick as her little finger and as long as her finger. She sharpened the steel nail and embedded it into the tip of the whip. She pulled it hard and found it was firm and secure, so she tied it around her waist with confidence.

The first watch sounded and Tang San appeared in the yard.

"Come in and talk."

"Second Madam, we have found out that it is Tang Jing from the Second House."

"is her."

Jiang Muxia put down her needlework and stood up. "Hurry to the second room. Something happened to Tang Jing."

"It's too late." Tang San said.

"What do you mean?"

"I just came from the front yard, and the second wife came to report the death. The Thirteenth Miss committed suicide."

"Suicide? Impossible."

"Tang San, is there any way for me to see her body?"

Tang San paused for a moment, and said nothing more, "If you want to see her, you'll have to hurry up, because she's going to be buried soon."

"Okay, go and make the arrangements. I'll leave now. Who's going to our house?"

"The eldest master and the eldest lady have already gone."

"Qinghong prepares the car."

When she arrived, the whole family of the second house was gathered in the yard. A shed had been set up in the yard, and Tang Jing's body had been put into a coffin, which was quietly placed in a corner of the yard. A woman in a gray cloth dress was hugging the coffin and crying bitterly, and a slightly plump nanny beside her was half hugging her and crying and trying to persuade her.

The men in the family stood together, their faces extremely unfriendly. In the crowd there was an elderly man with gray hair, who pounded his cane on the ground, cursing. Next to him, the clean-skinned old woman, wearing a silk dress and a big red velvet flower on her head, advised him in a gentle voice.

"Why are you here? Where's your second brother?" It was the eldest sister-in-law Zhang, who pulled her to a sheltered place. "We are here for our family. It's windy and snowy, what are you doing here?"

"Sister-in-law, what happened? Why did he suddenly disappear?"

Zhang lowered her voice and said, "I heard that she jumped into a well and died. The old woman found a suicide note on her body, which said that her lover married someone else and she couldn't stand it, so she committed suicide."

Jiang Muxia sneered, how vicious, not only killing people but also destroying their reputation.

"Sister-in-law, it's not that simple. Tang Jing came to our house to look for me in the evening, but was taken away before she saw me. She must have been murdered."

"Ah..." Zhang was frightened. She felt that the matter was too serious, so she quickly asked a female servant to call Tang Bo'an over.

Zhang relayed to him what Jiang Muxia had told her.

The father and his two sons were worried about not being able to find out any information, so they were suddenly excited when they got such big news.

"Brother, she can't be buried now. We can't alert the enemy."

"I understand. You guys go back first, I'll find a solution."

Jiang Muxia asked Tang San to stay and help, and she drove the carriage home.

The two mansions were in the same district, only three miles apart. The thick snow made it difficult to move forward, and the strong wind blew large flakes of snow onto her. The sky was dark, and the light of the white snow helped her identify the route and slowly drove towards the mansion.

Halfway through the journey, they came to a wide flat area. The wind became stronger, so she reined in her horse, closed her eyes, held her breath, and listened carefully.

Someone in the wind was coming towards them with a murderous aura.

Someone in the car called out to her, "Is the road bad? Why did you stop?"

Jiang Muxia turned over and stood up, yelling, "Qinghong, protect my sister-in-law."

She did a backflip and landed steadily on the ground, her feet sinking into the snow.

Qinghong in the car whispered to Zhang to lie down and wrapped a thick quilt around her. She bent down and got out of the car.

A circle of men in black surrounded the carriage, making it impossible to get through. Qinghong turned pale and pulled the whip in her hand, "Madam, let me help you."

"You guard the carriage."

Jiang Muxia tapped the ground with her toes and leaped onto the top of the carriage, holding a whip in one hand and a dagger in the other, staring down at the man in black.

She secretly counted the number of people and found that there were nine people on the other side. She didn't know their abilities, so she didn't dare to act rashly.

She was alone against many people, so she had to wait for them to make a move before she could counter them. She was afraid that if she made a move first, these people would turn their attacks to the carriage. She was too busy to save them.

The other party seemed to see through her thoughts and stood there motionless, waiting for her to take action.

Jiang Muxia frowned, and had a plan in mind. She turned her eyes to the two men in black who were closest to Quanpi, and shouted loudly, "Qinghong, listen to my orders."

She narrowed her eyes, stared at the man in black at the rear of the car, and swung the whip in her hand in an instant, heading straight for the man's neck.

"Swoosh...Puff...", the sound of foreign objects breaking through the air and piercing into the flesh, and the white snow was covered with blood.

The man fell to the ground and died before he could even scream.

"Drive and run."

The carriage rushed out, and the man in black also reacted. He swung his knife at Jiang Muxia while running towards Qinghong and Zhang.

The snow was too thick, and the carriage couldn't move at all. Although Jiang Muxia had the upper hand, she couldn't handle the large number of people on the other side, who were all quite skilled, and it was quite difficult for her to deal with them.

Seeing the men in black chopping down the two people on the carriage, she did not dare to fight and ran towards the carriage.

The man in black chopped at the horse's head with a knife. The horse screamed, kicked its four hooves and fell to the ground.

Qinghong was stabbed in the left arm, and the man in black raised his knife to chop at her head. Jiang Muxia's dagger slipped out of her hand and hit the man's arm. She barely escaped.

The men in black had already destroyed the carriage, and Zhang was shivering under the quilt.

She was about to run over to protect the two men behind her, but two men in black jumped out to block her way, and the three of them started fighting.

She watched helplessly as the man in black raised his knife and slashed at Zhang, and let out a scream, "Ah..."

Jiang Muxia fought back, whipped one man's neck, and kicked another man away.

After she escaped, she saw Qinghong throwing herself on Zhang, protecting her tightly, and she herself was stabbed several times.

The steel knives raised by the men in black fell again.