Rebirth on the wedding night, being doted on by the scumbag elder brother

Shen Yuming's eyes flashed, "I have a way to make sure that the Seventh Prince will never be able to turn things around again."

The two of them looked at each other, and there was an invisible contest in the air. Then, Baili Ye raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.

Shen Yuming clenched his fists. He knew that it was not enough to gain the trust of the Fourth Prince; he had to become a member of his core circle to ensure his own safety and future.

"I'll leave this matter to you and see what you are capable of." Baili Ye said, taking a sip of tea.

"I will definitely live up to your trust!" Shen Yuming knelt down and saluted, promising firmly.

As night fell, Shen Yuming strolled along the streets where lights were just coming on. He finally stopped in front of a courtyard with red lanterns hanging and laughter ringing, which gave off an ambiguous and hazy atmosphere.

"Uncle, come in and play!" a woman called out in a tender voice.

"Master, I promise that I will make you happy tonight." She held Shen Yuming's arm tightly, wearing a light gauze dress, her skin was faintly visible under the thin shirt. However, Shen Yuming's expression was still cold, and there was no ripple in his eyes.

"Master, come in, I will serve you well." Seeing that he did not move, the woman persuaded him more attentively. Shen Yuming finally took a step and followed the woman into the building.

The woman thought she had successfully attracted a distinguished guest, so she smiled even more brightly and her voice became even softer. "Sir, do you want to listen to music or watch people dance?" she asked sweetly.

After Shen Yuming sat down, he simply said, "Bring two jugs of good wine."

"Okay, I'll go right away." The woman left the room with a smile on her face.

As soon as the woman left, Shen Yuming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he quickly stood up and left his seat. In this place full of laughter and joy, his figure seemed particularly indifferent, moving silently in the night.

Soon, he stopped in front of a room, and a man's anxious voice came from inside: "Hua'er, just promise me! I will treat you well!"

"Sir, please forgive me! I only sell my art and not my body." The woman pleaded in a crying voice.

With the sound of a bowl breaking, the man said angrily: "If you don't accept my toast, you will be punished. Today you must obey me."

"Ah, no, let me go!" the woman cried in horror.

This was followed by a sound of tearing and crying, and Shen Yuming nodded towards the darkness.

A man in black sneaked into the room silently, followed by a loud noise, and then everything returned to silence.

Inside the house, the man was trembling constantly. He looked at the woman falling in front of him with horror on his face, "I killed Hua'er? No... Impossible..." He backed away repeatedly and finally fled the scene in a panic.

After the man ran away, Shen Yuming walked out of the shadows. The next morning, a scream suddenly rang out in Baihua Tower: "Someone is dead, someone is dead."

Baili Yan was awakened by a loud noise. His head was heavy and the smell of alcohol had not yet dissipated. He mumbled incoherently: "Stop making noise, be quiet."

"Someone's dead, oh my god!"

"Catch this murderer, he is the one who did it."

Several sturdy guards rushed over and tied up Baili Yan, who was still in a daze, tightly with hemp rope.

Baili Yan tried to resist: "Who dares to touch me? Get out of my way."

"Go and call the authorities."

As the cold wind blew, Baili Yan gradually sobered up. What he saw shocked him: the room was in a mess. He vaguely remembered hearing about the death, but what happened?

"Do you know who I am? I am..."

His voice suddenly stopped because he found that he was covered in blood and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

"This……"

Baili Yan looked up and saw a dishevelled, pale woman lying on the bed. Blood was flowing from the back of her head, staining the entire bed sheet red.

He had no idea what was going on. He was alone and drunk last night, so how come a strange woman appeared now?

"You killed Hua'er. What on earth did my daughter do wrong?"

"I did not do that."

Baili Yan firmly denied that he did not know the woman at all.

At this time, a little maid said tremblingly: "Last night, I heard crying and shouting in the room, it sounded like Sister Hua'er's voice."

"Although Sister Hua'er performed for a living, she never sold herself. However, this young man forced her to do something and eventually killed her."

The little maid was in tears and could hardly stand.

Facing the accusation, Baili Yan was very confused and insisted that he did not kill anyone.

"I didn't kill anybody, this wasn't me."

The madam was furious and pointed at Baili Yan and said, "Hua'er was killed in your room. How dare you say it wasn't you?"

"It's really not me!"

"When the officials come, everything will be revealed." The madam was heartbroken and threw herself on Hua'er's body. "My child, I will seek justice for you."

Baili Yan felt a chill running down his spine and a dull pain in his temple. How did all this happen? He had no memory of it.

Not far away, a servant was extremely anxious and was circling in place: "Your Highness is in big trouble this time, what should we do?"

"If His Highness's drinking and pleasure-seeking were to be exposed, he would be charged with murder." The servant's face turned pale and he was extremely anxious.

Finally, he rushed forward and hugged Baili Yan, "Sir, I believe you are innocent. The government will definitely find out the truth and clear your name."

Baili Yan's companions shouted loudly and cast a warning look at him. If the identity of the Seventh Prince was exposed, the consequences would be disastrous, and this matter must be resolved quietly.

Although Baili Yan had a headache, he was not a fool and understood what his subordinates meant. He nodded slightly, indicating that he agreed to keep the matter low-key.

Not long after, the officials took Baili Yan away. Facing the officials' questioning, Baili Yan remained silent and firmly denied the crime of murder. "Confess! Did you kill the person? The woman refused to obey, and you killed her when you were drunk!"

"not me."

"Now, tell me your name."

Baili Yan chose to remain silent.

The official frowned and stared at Baili Yan with a sharp gaze, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. "If it wasn't you who did it, then who could it be? That night, there were only two of you in the room. The evidence is irrefutable, and you still want to deny it?"

"It really wasn't me." Baili Yan still said firmly.

Seeing this, the official sneered and said, "In that case, I'll let you have a taste of what it's like in a jail cell and see if you can still hold on." He believed that for a person who had never suffered, the dirty, dark and damp jail would soon make him speak.

After saying that, he waved his hand to signal two big men to take Baili Yan to prison.

With a sigh, the official felt a sense of relief. At this time, a mysterious person walked into the room. Seeing this person, the official immediately put on a flattering smile, "Sir, everything is done according to your instructions."

Shen Yuming glanced at Lord Ye coldly and said, "Make sure to find out the truth. He is a murderer."