Tragic death and rebirth, the daughter of a general poisoned the government and the country

Widow Jia's pale face was illuminated by the dim candlelight, her eyes were wide open like a dead person, and she told Li Erma in a hoarse voice what Chen had learned from Lin Yushu.

After Widow Jia finished her exaggerated story, Li Erma was first frightened and then became angry.

Although the Li family doesn't have many people, they are connected by blood after all. If all of them are implicated because of him, wouldn't he be the sinner of the Li family!

It would be fine if he just became a criminal, but Li Erma was used to bullying men and women and swindling people, but he cared most about his reputation.

Being dragged into this situation by Wang Po and Zhaodi, he could no longer hold his head up in front of the gangster brothers he usually hung out with.

If his family members are implicated as well, he will never be able to hold his head up straight in his next life.

Li Erma was so frightened that his voice trembled.

"Okay! Then I won't hesitate any more!"

After that, he took out something that Lin Yushu had given him before leaving prison - a packet of medicine powder - from a broken wooden box.

Thinking of the vague words she whispered in my ear at that time, it seemed to sink into my ears like a venomous snake.

"Wang Pozi and her daughter will keep chasing you, unless... you make Zhaodi yours without any doubt."

After Lin Yushu said this, Li Erma had a packet of medicine powder in his hand.

With his years of experience in brothels, Li Erma knew the power of the drug just by sniffing it through the paper bag.

It's irrefutable... Li Erma seemed to have thought of a good idea. He smiled and revealed a few crooked yellow teeth.

That night, in an exquisite boudoir that looked like that of an official lady, Mrs. Wang brought a bowl of bird's nest mixed with honey and milk, and fed it to the haggard Zhaodi mouthful by mouthful, speaking gently.

"This is the bird's nest sent by the General's Mansion as per the rules. You will get better soon after eating it."

Zhaodi was beaten with a board many times by the government. Although her legs were not hurt, the strong beatings almost took away her life. It took her many days to recover some energy.

Zhaodi likes to snatch Lin Yushu's things the most. She wears Lin Yushu's dresses and embroidered shoes, and wears Lin Yushu's hairpins and jade bracelets, making her feel like she is the daughter of an official family.

The bird's nest that should have belonged to Lin Yushu was eaten by Zhaodi with great satisfaction.

Mrs. Wang looked at her daughter's delicate face. Although she was plain in appearance, she was young. If she was taken good care of, she would be no worse than a young lady from an official family.

Wang Po felt relieved. She had messed up everything her master had asked her to do. His rage had inevitably punished her and Lao Yang, but at least Zhaodi was saved.

The biggest regret in her life was that she didn't have a son, so all her hopes were on Zhaodi.

Zhaodi must be allowed to marry into a wealthy family so that she can enjoy wealth and glory for the rest of her life!

Fortunately, her master has already arranged Zhaodi's marriage. Now she just needs to wait patiently for the wealth and comfort that will be within her grasp.

She just half-sat and ate a few mouthfuls of bird's nest, but the pain in her hips, legs, waist and back gripped her heart, and Zhaodi lay down again with a pale face.

The hatred towards Li Erma and Lin Yushu was like a poisonous snake wrapped around his throat, and his voice was sharp and vicious.

"Mom, you must kill Li Erma and Lin Yushu to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

Mrs. Wang nodded and then shook her head.

"Don't worry, mother has a way to make sure that Li Erma will die. But Lin Yushu is the daughter of the general after all, so she can't be easily touched. Besides, whether you can marry into a wealthy family depends entirely on her."

Mrs. Wang patted Zhaodi's hand meaningfully, and Zhaodi understood immediately.

Their master, Lin Yushu's second aunt, found an ill-matched marriage for Lin Yushu, but the other party was indeed from a high-class family.

Although the master did not tell them which wealthy family it was, it was definitely a family background that they could never dream of in their lifetime.

The master once said that as long as Lin Yushu lost her innocent reputation, the marriage would be possible.

When the time comes, let Zhaodi be a dowry maid. As long as Zhaodi is smart, she will have the chance to climb onto the bed of Lin Yushu’s husband!

Zhaodi knew that Lin Yushu was just a wooden beauty with only beautiful looks and was extremely boring. She was young and smart, and as long as she could step on Lin Yushu to enter a wealthy family, she would definitely be able to become a concubine.

Thinking of this, a smile slowly appeared on Zhaodi's plain face, and her hatred for Lin Yushu dissipated a lot. After she became an aunt, it would still be in time to deal with the stupid Lin Yushu.

Like Zhaodi, Wang Po, who was sitting beside the bed, was caught in a false dream. She fantasized that after Zhaodi married into a wealthy family, she, as the mother of the concubine, would enjoy the wealth and glory of wearing gold and silver.

Outside the house, under the small red sandalwood hollow window with auspicious cloud patterns, Li Erma, dressed in black, blended into the night.

A pair of rat eyes stared at Wang Pozi and her daughter through a small hole in the window paper, his gaze fixed on their satisfied smiling faces, and the words "There is a way to make sure Li Erma dies" were still echoing in his ears.

Waiting patiently for Wang Po to walk out of the room with the bowl, the lights in Zhaodi's room went out.

Lurking in the darkness, Li Erma quietly opened the window a crack, pinched his nose and blew hard towards the open paper bag in his hand, blowing all the pink powder in the direction of Zhaodi.

A gust of fragrant wind wrapped in fine pink powder blew towards Zhaodi's sleeping face.

In the blink of an eye, a blush appeared on Zhaodi's fair face, and her breathing became more and more rapid, as if she was running in a dream, and even beads of sweat oozed out of her forehead.

The breathing sounds in the room gradually became clearer and clearer, and then more and more disordered. To Li Erma, it sounded like a battle horn blowing into his ears.

He walked towards the bed while unbuttoning his outer robe. The pockmarks on his face were pushed to the corners of his eyes by the corners of his mouth that could not stop rising.

Li Erma looked at Zhaodi, who was as red as a cooked shrimp and sweating, and couldn't help licking his yellow teeth.

He swallowed his saliva with a "gulp" sound, then suddenly raised his hand and tore Zhaodi's close-fitting cotton pajamas into pieces.

The ripping sound of cloth being torn woke up the sleepy Zhaodi. Seeing the current situation, Zhaodi was covered her mouth tightly before she could even scream.

Zhaodi's waving hands and feet were so limp that she had no strength, which only made Li Erma more excited.

Li Erma didn't care about the terrifying look in Zhaodi's eyes. His hands kept moving. Li Erma couldn't help but sigh.

"I didn't expect that she looks ordinary, but her body is so fair and tender."

Upon hearing this, Zhaodi's shocked and angry gaze almost became physical and pierced through Li Erma's head. She couldn't stop howling in her heart.

"No! No! I still want to marry into a wealthy family! I can't lose my innocence!"

Seeing that she was about to lose the chance to become an official's concubine, Zhaodi resisted the inexplicable impulse in her body, raised her hand and slapped Li Erma hard in the face.

Li Erma was beaten so hard that he saw stars and his mouth was bleeding. He grabbed Zhaodi's neck angrily.

"It's not that easy to kill me. Wait until you become mine, and see how Old Lady Wang will let you marry into a wealthy family!"

After saying this, Li Erma increased his strength.

As the drug took effect, Zhaodi's behavior was no longer under her control and she was very cooperative.

In the cold wind, dead branches lashed against the eaves, one wave after another, becoming more and more frequent, and gradually disappeared in the rustling of falling snowflakes.

The first snow of early winter has arrived.