Marry another wife, the mistress of the marquisate will not serve you anymore

Several officers brought in a stretcher covered with a white cloth. The air was filled with a foul smell.

Upon seeing this, the servants present were so frightened that they took a step back, covered their mouths and noses, and whispered to each other.

"Madame Zhuang is in and out of the mansion almost every day.

How could this body be that of Madam Zhuang?"

"If this person in front of me is a fake Madam Zhuang, then how come she looks exactly like Madam Zhuang?

I am confused as to who is real and who is fake."

"If this person is really an assassin, then doesn't it mean that Madam Zhuang, whom we see every day, has frequent contact with the assassin?

Thinking about it now, I get goose bumps all over my body. I don’t even know how I died.”

"Madam has always been a person who never leaves the house, and I have never heard of her having any grudges with anyone.

Why did this assassin want to kill my lady?"

"Now that I think about it, it's really terrifying. It seems that this person is quite skilled in Taoism and actually deceived us."

"The truth has not yet surfaced, and it is difficult to jump to conclusions about many things. Let's wait and see what happens."

Tiancheng couldn't help but frown, covering his mouth and nose with his sleeves, and looking at his master with a look of panic.

"Girl, this body must look horrible, you'd better not examine the body."

Song Wanyin had died once before, so she thought the dead were the greatest and did not feel any fear at all.

"Brother Wen, you can remove the white cloth and conduct an autopsy now."

Wen Yusheng ordered the servant to uncover the white cloth with a serious expression and said slowly:

“Madam, although the deceased is only a pile of bones, we can still find the clothes on her body and the pair of shoes on her feet.

The fabric was not something that ordinary people could afford, which shows that this outfit was a reward from the master to the servants.

After my investigation, I determined that the deceased was a servant of the Marquis's Mansion. "

The lady's face turned pale, and she ordered Aunt Gui to check the body:

"Madame Gui, you have always been close to Madam Zhuang, and they are all the old maids around me.

I gave you and Madam Zhuang a set of clothes each, and you should be able to recognize them."

Just the smell of the rotten odor made Nanny Gui's stomach churn, let alone performing an autopsy.

"Madam, Madam, I am old and my heart can't bear it..."

Before she could finish her words, she was glared at by the lady-in-waiting, which frightened her so much that she went forward to examine the body tremblingly.

When the white cloth was removed, Nanny Gui's pupils suddenly trembled, and she let out a "wow" and vomited continuously.

The lady's hand, which was leaning on the wooden cane, was shaking. She suppressed her inner discomfort and asked:

"Madame Gui, what did you see?"

Nanny Gui vomited for a long time, glancing at the corpse from time to time. Suddenly she screamed and fell to the ground in fright.

"Madam, Madam, this, this, this body is really Madam Zhuang!

I recognize the dress she is wearing. Although it is tattered, the pattern on it is the same as the one given by the Madam.

The lady felt as if struck by lightning, her head was buzzing and about to explode.

"How is this possible? Why is this happening?"

Song Wanyin lowered her eyes, looked at the assassin carefully, and said coldly:

“There is a long-lost disguise technique circulating in the martial arts world. It seems that you have great martial arts skills and profound attainments.

It’s a pity that you are too eager for quick success, which makes you full of flaws.

I have never had much dealings with Madam Zhuang, and she would never come to me again and again under the guise of being the Madam and show me her courtesy for no reason.

Judging from your daily behavior towards me, I can be absolutely sure that you are not Madam Zhuang at all.

In other words, although you can disguise yourself as Madam Zhuang, you cannot change the characteristics of a man at all."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was an uproar at the scene. Everyone's face was filled with shock. They could never have imagined that the assassin was actually a man.

Gu Qingchen turned the wheel with great effort and rushed to Qingzhu Garden, just in time to witness this shocking scene.

I never dreamed that Song Wanyin was a woman in the inner house who was so weak that she couldn't even tie a chicken.

He actually knows the destiny, human affairs and geography. He is really a hidden talent.

It seems that he really underestimated her before.

When the lady heard that the assassin was a man, her face was full of disbelief and she stepped back in fear.

"Male? It's actually a man?

Who are you?

Could it be that you were the assassin who attacked us in the temple last time?"

When the assassin saw that the truth had been revealed, he said with a fierce and murderous look in his eyes and a grim smile on his face:

“Hahaha, I didn’t expect that the mistress of a noble family is not stupid.

I think my disguise skills have reached the level of perfection.

There was really a loophole, and you saw through it."

In front of everyone, the assassin slowly raised his hand and tore off the human skin mask, revealing his true face.

This action scared everyone on the spot, and they screamed one after another. Some of the timid ones even wet their pants.

After seeing the assassin's true face, Tiancheng and Nanny Wei were also horrified and hid behind Song Wanyin.

Song Wanyin couldn't help but gasp. This face was like a honeycomb, bumpy and uneven. It must be caused by burns.

"Who sent you to murder me?"

The assassin avoided answering and asked unwillingly:

"Tell me first, how did you see through my disguise?"

Gu Qingchen also cast a puzzled look at her. This matter was indeed very sad.

The highest level of disguise is to make the fake look real and difficult for people to detect.

How did Song Wanyin, a little girl, do it?

The lady quickly pricked up her ears, eager to understand the whole story.

Until now, she was like a headless fly, with no clue what to do.

Song Wanyin said calmly:

“From the first time I saw your eyes, I felt a chill down my spine, a familiar feeling.

Later, when you were showing your courtesy, I noticed that your hands were bigger than those of an average woman.

I already had my suspicions about you."

The assassin asked viciously:

"Since you are already suspicious of me, why don't you just kill me?"

Song Wanyin snorted coldly:

“It’s easy to kill you, but I want the truth.

If you still refuse to confess, you will be neither able to live nor to die."

The assassin suddenly laughed out loud towards the sky. As he laughed, he slowly reached into his arms, wanting to release the poison powder.

At worst, we'll all die together.

The two officers who had swords on the assassin's neck saw that the situation was not good, and struck him in the throat with a sword before he could make a move.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere like flowers scattered from heaven, burning everyone's eyes.

The assassin died with his eyes open, lying in a pool of blood, blood still oozing from his neck, with deep resentment in his eyes.

As the servants screamed in fear, the lady was so frightened that her eyes turned black and she fainted on the spot.

Gu Qingchen desperately turned the wheel and moved forward, facing his unconscious mother, he was extremely anxious.

"Someone, go find a doctor!"

Wen Yusheng looked at Song Wanyin with an apologetic look and said:

"Junior sister, it's a pity that we were just a little bit away from finding out who the mastermind behind this was."

Song Wanyin remained calm and said:

"It doesn't matter. I've solved this big worry, and it can be regarded as revenge for the knife I stabbed.

As for the mastermind behind the scenes, he will never let it go.

I am always at your service, if he comes to kill me."