The mistress just wanted to be bad, but she took off after being replaced

Having said this, his voice came to an abrupt halt, as if something was stuck in his throat, and he swallowed the unfinished words back into his stomach.

Mr. Peng and the others present couldn't help but think that he would blurt out, "How could I plan to take you away from here and elope far away?"

Sheng Junwei responded with extraordinary calmness: "If it weren't for the dire situation, 'how could I have the heart to kill your father'? Isn't that what you are thinking in your heart?"

Hu Guangfeng's face suddenly turned pale, like a fallen leaf drifting in the cold wind, revealing a trace of panic that was difficult to conceal.

When Wang Chunjiao heard this, it was as if she had been struck by a bolt from the blue. Her eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and fear: "What? You were the one who caused my father's death?"

Lord Peng was also at the scene and looked extremely shocked: "So, the real murderer has been right under our noses all along?"

Sheng Junwei asked calmly, "Who else could it be? If we didn't have solid evidence, why would we be hiding here late at night and waiting for the right opportunity?"

Upon hearing this, Lord Peng's train of thought seemed to be interrupted for a moment. He stood there in a daze, looking a little confused.

Lord Sun, who was standing by, said in a voice as cold as ice: "Where is the evidence? When we, the Dali Temple, adjudicate cases, we always base our decisions on facts and follow the law."

Sheng Junwei nodded slightly, with confidence between her brows: "As for the evidence, of course there is, it is hidden in the package he carried with him, that extremely sharp knife."

When everyone heard this, they were all stunned, even Fang Chunhua was no exception, her eyes were full of disbelief.

"There was a murder weapon hidden in his bag?"

Sheng Junwei nodded firmly, her eyes deep, as if she could see into people's hearts: "Although you usually say things that are not what you mean, your unintentional words just happened to touch upon the truth - he is indeed ready. If you don't show up tonight, he will force his way into your house with a knife, intending to take the lives of your family."

Fang Chunhua's face turned pale instantly, and her voice trembled: "This... How is this possible?"

Sheng Junwei raised the corners of her mouth slightly, with a hint of sarcasm: "Why is it impossible? Gambling can drive a person to become a thief, and desire is enough to induce a person to commit a crime. You bound him with emotions, but you never expected that for a penniless, barefoot man, you powerful people are not something to be afraid of. Even if it is a life-and-death fight, he is willing to do it, after all, for him, life has already reached a dead end."

"What's more, under your subtle hints, he has already killed your father and become a bloody executioner. If he cannot realize his desire, he would rather perish with his father and drag a few more innocent people as his companions. After all, he has nothing to lose in his life."

Fang Chunhua's face was distorted, and all sorts of complicated emotions intertwined, making her at a loss for a moment. She could only reluctantly refute: "You said that I ordered him to kill my father? You are simply slandering me! How could I do such a inhumane thing?"

Sheng Junwei said calmly, "You sisters and your mother grew up under your father's strict discipline, and witnessed his injustice to your mother. You already have too much resentment and dissatisfaction deep in your heart. Especially the affair between you and Hu Guangfeng back then, which made this hatred rise to the extreme."

"You lacked fatherly love since childhood, and longed for someone to take you away from that cage-like family and give you love and warmth. The appearance of Hu Guangfeng was like a ray of hope. He confided his heart to you and promised to treat you well for the rest of his life. Your heart began to waver."

"Unfortunately, your father looked down on Hu Guangfeng, thinking that he was an orphan who could only make a living by working hard and lived a hard-pressed life, and that he was totally unworthy of a family like yours. In particular, he was unable to pay a generous betrothal gift and could not bring any substantial benefits to your father."

"Later, your father chose your current husband through a matchmaker."

"At first, you scoffed at this marriage, thinking that how could the person chosen by your father be a good man?"

"That's why you hate your father even more."

"However, you never expected that your husband is the exact opposite of your father. He is gentle and considerate, knowledgeable and good at managing money. He can bring home two taels of silver every month. He uses half of this money to honor his parents and gives the other half to you, leaving only five copper coins for himself in case of an emergency."

"He dotes on you, and your parents-in-law are also rare and kind people. Even though your first child is a daughter, they not only did not despise you, but instead comforted you, saying that youth is an asset, and there will always be a chance to give birth to a son in the future. If you really have no children, it is also destined, and there is no need to worry too much."

"Their tolerance and understanding made you feel guilty, and you secretly vowed to give birth to a son for them."

"Fortunately, you got what you wanted for your second child. You gave birth to a boy, and your husband's family doted on you even more."

"Such a happy life is undoubtedly the best gift from God to you. You must not tolerate anything that destroys it."

"Not even your father."

Sheng Junwei's eyes were fixed on Fang Chunhua's, and she spoke sharply: "In this seemingly perfect life, your father has become the only obstacle. He is an alcoholic, but he has no ambition to make progress. He asks you for money every few days."

"Even though the one or two taels of silver your husband gave you every month was not a small amount, it was ultimately not enough to stop your father's growing greed. From the initial ten cents, to twenty cents, and then to thirty cents, your patience has reached its limit."

On that day that couldn't be more ordinary, your thoughts grew wildly like weeds, and finally converged into one thought, like a meteor that suddenly streaked across the night sky, bright and terrifying.

"If only he didn't exist."

This idea takes root silently in your heart, but it also makes you feel an indescribable fear and guilt.

After all, he is your father, and the bond of blood cannot be severed. Moreover, as a daughter, you are unable and unwilling to bear such a heavy sin yourself.

Just as the balance of morality and emotion was swinging violently in your heart, fate seemed to have heard the whispers in your heart, and the name Hu Guangfeng, accompanied by the dust of time, reappeared in your life.

During those years, he seemed like a character forgotten by time, his youth wasted and he had no chance of getting married.

Outstanding women were unwilling to commit themselves to him, and he was full of contempt for those with less favorable conditions. This attitude made his life increasingly miserable and he became increasingly destitute.

Deep down in your heart, you are secretly thankful that thanks to your father's firm opposition, you did not fall into that seemingly gentle but actually bottomless abyss.