Taking the blame for the fake daughter: After being released from prison, she went on a killing spre

When Fu Wanshu rushed to his grandmother's bedroom, Old Lady Fu had already passed away.

The room was full of women and children crying. Although Fu Wanshu was heartbroken, he did not shed tears.

She was anxious to know what had happened?

Mrs. Qiu wiped her tears and talked about what happened before the old lady passed away.

In the morning, after breakfast, the old lady took a rest on the recliner under the window. When Qiu and the two sisters-in-law from the third room went to the market and came back, they saw the old lady lying under the jujube tree outside the gate.

Because the weather was cold, the children were all in the house and no one knew when the old lady went out or why she collapsed outside.

Fu Wanshu had no time to be sad. She became more and more certain that someone was behind all these incidents.

She still doesn’t know who the other party is, so she can only tell her family not to go out recently and to be extra cautious.

The old lady has passed away, so the funeral has to be held. My second brother has difficulty walking, and as a woman, it is not convenient for her to be present in some matters involving government affairs.

My grandmother's funeral arrangements were left to my third uncle.

A mourning banner was hung in the main hall of the courtyard, and Fu Wanshu assisted his mother and third aunt in wiping his grandmother's body and changing her clothes.

Thinking back on the fact that she had grown up under the protection of her grandmother for almost the entire first half of her life, Fu Wanshu finally burst into tears after having held back for so long.

"Hey, what is this?" Third Aunt's puzzled voice broke the sad atmosphere.

Fu Wanshu's vision was blurred, but he could still see clearly that the old lady was holding a handful of gray hair in her palm.

They have all seen the world, and at first glance, this thing is the raccoon fur from a raccoon fur coat.

As their thoughts raced, they all thought of Fu Laoer at the same time, because on the day they moved out, Fu Laoer was wearing a raccoon fur coat.

"It must be Fu Lao Er who killed my mother..."

Speak of the devil, and here he comes, Fu Laoer's family arrives at the funeral hall in a grand manner.

What's even more ironic is that he was wearing that raccoon fur coat.

For a moment, the women looked at Fu Laoer with eyes that showed they shared a common hatred for the enemy.

"My poor mother, how could you be gone in just a few days?"

"Sister-in-law, third brother...you didn't think mother was a burden so you deliberately harmed her, did you?" The couple started to turn the tables.

"You heartless beast, you are the one who killed my mother! How dare you come here?" Third Aunt was impatient. She rushed forward and scratched Fu Laoer's fat face without caring about anything.

When Second Aunt Fu saw that her man had suffered a loss, she immediately stepped forward to help tear Third Aunt apart.

Mrs. Qiu, who was always gentle, couldn't bear to see the third wife suffer, so she ran over and grabbed Aunt Fu's collar tightly.

"You are not allowed to bully my mother--" Fu Wanqing also joined the melee and pushed Qiu hard.

Fu Wanshu couldn't bear to see his mother being beaten, so he ran over and grabbed Fu Wanqing's hair and pulled it back.

Fu Wanqing was not to be outdone, and turned around to scratch her face, but his arms were too short to reach it.

Inside the mourning hall, a group of women were fighting with each other. Fu Laoer, who was pressed at the bottom, became the biggest victim. He was nearly trampled to death amid screams and wails.

But he couldn't get out because there were several fighting women on top of him...

"What are you doing? Stop it!!!" Fu Han, who had been hurt by love for many days, finally took the initiative to come out of the house.

Fu Wanshu hasn't seen his elder brother for half a month. His eyes are still handsome, but more melancholy and profound than before.

As the eldest son of the eldest house, he has some of the aura of Grand Tutor Fu, the ruler.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the chaotic mourning hall instantly became quiet.

Several women let go, each with varying degrees of injuries on their faces and their hair in a mess.

But the worst-off was Fu Lao Er, whose purple face was stained with several shoe prints.

Fu Wanshu would not sympathize with him and confront him in court:

"Before grandma got into trouble, she met you, second uncle, right?"

Fu Lao Er, however, showed no guilt at all and said arrogantly, "I don't know what you are talking about. You killed the old lady, so just wait for me to report you to the police and punish you for the crime of unfilial kinsmanship!"

Being unfilial was a serious crime in the Yin Dynasty. The lighter punishment was a fine and beating with a stick, while the more serious punishment was imprisonment.

But Mrs. Fu died suddenly, and they had no evidence to prove that it had nothing to do with them, so they were very likely to be convicted.

Because as Fu Laoer said, Mrs. Fu's life would be a burden to them, and this would also become their motive for killing their own parent.

Fu Laoer grasped this point, which is why he was so arrogant.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him without saying anything, he thought he had frightened them all, so he said smugly:

"But... considering that we are blood relatives, I can't go too far." He said, looking at Fu Wanshu, "As long as Wanshu agrees to enter the Du Mansion, not only will I not report to the authorities, but I will also pay for mother's funeral expenses."

Fu Lao Er was still talking, and when no one expressed their opinions, he felt that it was not enough, so he continued, "I think your family is struggling to make ends meet now, right? Ting'an injured his leg and needs money for treatment, and the funeral expenses for mother are not a small amount. Do you have any other way to get through this difficult time?"

Fu Wanshu looked coldly at Fu Laoer's determined face, and the fog that had originally covered his eyes completely dissipated at this moment.

"Call the police!" she suddenly said loudly.

"You...what did you say?" Fu Laoer thought he had heard it wrong.

Fu Wanshu's eyes were firm, "I said to report it to the police, because we also think there is something fishy about grandma's death."

Although she could conclude that her second brother's leg and her grandmother's death were related to Fu Laoer, she currently had no strong evidence.

But she just wanted to gamble, to see whether Fu Laoer would dare to really report to the police.

If she doesn't dare, she will have more time to collect evidence. If she really reports it to the police, the person who would be more afraid than her would be the murderer himself.

Sure enough, a hint of guilt flashed across Fu Laoer's eyes.

His original thought was that since they had been pushed to this point, Fu Wanshu should give in no matter what. He never expected her to be so stubborn.

This directly disrupted his plans.

Seeing that things were getting out of control, Aunt Fu didn't care about her bleeding ear and immediately pulled Fu Laoer's sleeve.

"Erlang, why do you say whether to report it to the police or not? We are all family. Mother is old, and she probably fell to her death herself."

Fu Laoer's face, which was covered in bruises and purple, gave two dry laughs and chose to back off.

Obviously, his purpose was not to kill the first and third wives, but to send Fu Wanshu to the Du Mansion.

If this plan fails, there is naturally a back-up plan. She has to turn the passive situation into the active one.

During the days of keeping vigil for Old Lady Fu, the second branch of the family was particularly attentive and rushed to kneel in front of the coffin to burn paper for the old lady.

Those who don’t know may think they are very filial, but in fact, in the eyes of the first and third wives, they have done too many bad things.

The Fu family is currently in the center of controversy, and only a few people dare to come to pay their respects. Even with nearly thirty people in their family, they only set up five tables.

At the banquet, Fu Laoer looked at the meal which was quite decent and felt very puzzled.

He had been observing this family carefully these days and found that their lives were far from as shabby as he had imagined.

Fu Ting'an used the best medicine for his legs, and he was not even asked for the old lady's funeral expenses. It seemed that they were not short of money at all.

But how is it possible?

"Sister, I was wrong before. I shouldn't have hit you. After you drink this cup of tea, can you forgive me?"

Fu Wanqing raised the teacup with both hands and handed it to Fu Wanshu, with a long-lost attitude of humility.

Fu Wanshu smiled faintly: "Okay, for the sake of grandma, I forgive you."

Fu Wanqing watched her finish a cup of tea, and a hint of pride appeared on the corner of his mouth...