Red Mansion and Crimson Pearl

There was no time to investigate how Jia Zhen had entered this part of the inner house. Jia Zheng was horrified, and first jumped up and took two steps back, then stretched out his hand and leaned forward to stop him:

"Brother Zhen! Calm down!"

At this time, Baoyu had already thrown away the confession in his hand and almost rushed over: "Brother Zhen, let my mother go!"

Jia Zhen ignored the shouting of his father and son. He just stretched out his arm from behind and grabbed Mrs. Wang's neck, pressing the knife against the throbbing veins on her neck. He gritted his teeth and asked her in a trembling voice:

"Who was your accomplice? Who ordered the poisoning? Who released the nightmare paperweight? Who cleaned up the mess?"

Mrs. Wang was panicked and blurted out a string of names almost without thinking.

They were all inconspicuous maids and servants in Ningguo Mansion.

Almost everyone present was confused, only Jia Zhen knew it clearly and wrote it down one by one!

"Who ordered you to do that?"

"No, no one ordered me to do that!"

"No one hinted? Didn't your good brother hint at you to act quickly so that he could use this to get promoted?!

"I remember very clearly that he was taken away from the capital as the governor of the nine provinces, which was just a hard job of patrolling the border. He did it for two years.

"Two years later, Keqing passed away, and your daughter was promoted to the position of imperial concubine. But half a year later, when your son was bewitched, he returned to the capital! Half a year later, he was promoted to the inspector of nine provinces!

"No one in our family moved. But your Wang family, stepping on our flesh and blood, crawled forward step by step, very fast!"

As Jia Zhen spoke, he was filled with anger and could not help but exert more force on the knife in his hand.

Mrs. Wang felt a pain in her neck. She was so frightened that her soul left her and her legs went limp. She almost screamed, "No! No! No! No!

"My brother's letter only asked me to find a way to let her know her true life experience and force her to die. He didn't ask me to kill her!"

Lin Daiyu looked at Mrs. Wang coldly, with only four words in her mind: This idiot!

Jia Zhen's face was filled with despair.

Suddenly, he looked at Daiyu, and both his arms relaxed.

Mrs. Wang lost the support she was being held on and slid to the ground! Suddenly she realized that she had survived. She was so scared that she didn't even dare to cry. She quickly used her hands and feet to crawl to the side!

Baoyu hurried forward to help, trying to get Mrs. Wang to stand up.

But when he pulled her, Mrs. Wang was frightened again. She pushed him away without even looking at him! She rolled over and over, and even fell to the ground, crying loudly!

At this time, Daiyu didn't bother to look at her, but stared at Jia Zhen with her eyes straight: "Brother Zhen, now that you know the truth, what else do you do?"

"Thank you, dear sister. Even if you just wanted to avenge yourself, you still helped me a lot.

"I can never repay your kindness!" Jia Zhen did not let go of the knife. He directly covered his right hand holding the knife with his left hand and bowed to the ground.

Daiyu's eyes were fixed on the knife, and she didn't even notice to avoid the greeting: "Brother Zhen, since you have achieved your goal, you should put away the knife and go home peacefully as we said just now!"

Jia Zhen smiled bitterly: "I have been a walking corpse for three years. I have survived until now just to support this Ningguo Mansion and enjoy the glory day by day.

"But now, I have no obsession in my heart. Why should I continue to perform this disgusting drama in this world?!"

As he spoke, Jia Zhen raised his hand!

Lin Daiyu called out to him, "Brother Zhen! Do you think she's the only one who's been poisoned?

"Think about your own behavior. Don't you think your condition is not right? Have you ever doubted once that someone has plotted against you?!"

In the house and in the yard, the air seemed to freeze in an instant!

Jia Zhen was even stunned the moment the knife was placed to his throat.

Lin Daiyu covered her pounding chest, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Why did Uncle Jing go to the city to practice Taoism? You have many wives and concubines, why do you only have one son, Rong'er? Rong'er is healthy and pain-free, why is there no child after many years of marriage?

"Why did such a good Ningguo Mansion fall into such a state in just a dozen years? Was it all your own fault, Brother Zhen? Or was there someone who was secretly 'helping' you to ruin this family?!

"Brother Zhen, you are a smart man. That's all I have to say. The rest depends on you!"

As Jia Zhen listened, he unconsciously put away his knife. His expression became increasingly stern. He stared at Daiyu intently and asked in a deep voice, "Sister Lin, who taught you to say these words?"

"Do you think anyone would teach me this?" Daiyu asked back. "No one in the Jia family has ever thought about this. The only people around me are the palace physicians and the palace eunuchs who come and go occasionally. Who would have the leisure to figure out the situation and secrets of the two mansions and teach me?!"

Jia Zhen went down silently. After a while, he took two steps back, bowed to Lin Daiyu, and then staggered out by himself.

Xiaohong hurriedly followed her to the door, lifted the curtain and saw Qingwen outside. She felt relieved and lowered her head back.

Daiyu saw her like this and knew that someone was waiting outside, so she breathed a sigh of relief. She then raised her chin and pointed at Mrs. Wang: "Help her in and change into clean clothes."

Otherwise, if the little girls see me when I leave, I might be rumored to be some kind of monster!

Xiaohong agreed, walked over and kicked Zhou Ruijia, who was kneeling on the ground and looked dumbfounded, and gave him a look.

Zhou Ruijia reacted quickly, got up quickly, and together with Xiaohong, they carried Mrs. Wang on both sides and went to the room on the left to tidy up the things.

The curtain was opened and Mrs. Wang looked up. She saw Aunt Meng sitting upright inside, writing something.

Mrs. Wang's heart tightened, and she tried hard to control herself. She stood up straight, looked back at the curtain falling, lowered her voice, and asked angrily, "Why are you here?"

"Do you know what a record is?" Aunt Meng looked up at her with contempt, "Idiot?"

Veins popped out on Mrs. Wang's forehead. She was so angry and embarrassed that she wanted to curse!

Aunt Meng tilted her head, rolled her eyes, and impatiently scratched the pen in her hand, asking her to avoid her sight:

"Hurry up and change your clothes! This is all you have left! It's only because Miss Lin is kind that she's giving it back to you.

"If it were me, you would have been beaten to death by now! You loser old woman!

"When you die tomorrow, remember to thank God for letting you live until now. I wonder how much disgust he must have endured!

"Okay, okay, don't even think about saying such harsh words! With your current status, I can slap you in front of your son and no one will say a word for you!

"If your skin is too thick and it itches, just tell me! I'll call Jia Zhen back! His knife is just right for shaving you!

"Stop making any noise! ​​I still need to record other people's conversations!"

Mrs. Wang bit her lower lip tightly, tears welling up in her eyes, but she dared not utter another word!

Aunt Meng was right. At this moment, even if I was pinned to the ground and beaten by this vulgar woman, no one would care!

Maybe you'll even be gagged and beaten!

My life is over!