Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Yes, it was Nan Xi who caused Madam Zhao’s “death”.

Have no idea.

No matter how happy her days of "cultivation" were, she still had to complete her tasks.

As the culprit who tortured Nan Xi in the previous life and the dead old woman who occupied Nan Xi's dowry in this life, Madam Zhao is on Nan Xi's "revenge list". She must die, and she must die first.

If it is said that Min Rouer and Zhao Wenxuan, mother and son, were in a "tacit" conspiracy to harm the original owner, then Old Lady Zhao and Zhao Wenxuan were "openly and brazenly" accomplices.

So last night, Nan Xi went to the Zhao Mansion.

While Madam Zhao was asleep, Min Rouer asked Dongmei to put the Aconitum in her food and stuffed it directly into Madam Zhao's mouthful.

Just as I was about to flash back to the temple, I suddenly heard a child crying next door.

Nan Xi paused for a moment, then walked to the next room.

She saw a luxurious rocking chair covered with soft brocade. A cute little baby girl blinked her big black eyes and looked at her, crying bitterly.

Yes, the little baby girl, who was only 2 or 3 months old, was not crying loudly with snot and tears all over her face, but was humming softly and crying pitifully.

She is worthy of being the heroine of Small World.

Nan Xi took a look and did nothing. She quickly returned to the meditation room in the temple.

She slept particularly soundly that night.

The news of Mrs. Zhao's death did not come until the afternoon of the next day.

Nan Xi was shocked.

He packed up immediately and borrowed mourning clothes and belts from the temple. After he was dressed up, he took Zhiqiao and Zhixiao back home slowly.

When I arrived at the mansion, I found it a mess.

When the head of the household, Madam Zhao, died, Yin and Zhang rushed to arrange the funeral, arguing endlessly but doing nothing practical.

The mourning tent had not been set up, the funeral procession had not been sent out, and at least half of the people in the mansion were still dressed in bright colors.

Even Min Rouer, who usually liked to show her presence in front of Nan Xi, was nowhere to be seen.

Nan Xi felt a little strange.

Instead, Zhao Wenxuan walked forward with a look of sadness and anger on his face:

"You still know how to come back!"

"Mother is in serious trouble, and you, the mistress of the house, are not at home. How can this be?!"

"Look at the mess in the house, hurry up..."

Zhao Wenxuan was about to order Nan Xi to do this or that, but Nan Xi covered her forehead with her hands, as if she were a willow.

"I'm so dizzy..."

"Mom, how could this happen... When I left home, Mom was clearly in good health. What happened?"

Seeing Zhao Wenxuan's expression change visibly, Nan Xi covered her eyes again and continued to act:

"I can't believe my mother is gone like this. I absolutely don't believe it, my poor mother!"

"Zhiqiao, Zhixiao, help me go see my mother... Woo, woo, woo..."

Then Zhiqiao and Zhixiao half-supported and half-hugged Nan Xi and took her away like a gust of wind.

Zhao Wenxuan: "..."

Old Madam Zhao's body had been carried out of the room and placed on a door panel in the yard, covered with a quilt.

Because he left in such a hurry, he didn't have any old clothes or other belongings to send him, including a coffin.

Normally, since the old grandfather and grandmother have passed away, these things should have been prepared long ago for Mrs. Zhao. Unfortunately, Mrs. Zhao was very afraid of death and did not allow these to be prepared.

These days were so good. She planned to live a long, long life, to be a hundred years old, and become an old lord.

In her previous life, Old Madam Zhao did live to be over seventy years old.

It’s a pity that I met Nan Xi in this life.

I saw that Madam Zhao's face was black and blue, and her death was horrible. Her eyes were open, and black blood kept flowing out of her mouth.

At this time, Zhao Wenxuan and Min Rouer also hurried over.

When Min Rouer saw Nan Xi looking at Madam Zhao's body, she immediately rushed forward and covered Madam Zhao's face with the quilt.

Nan Xi was extremely shocked. Her face turned pale and her fingers trembled as she looked at Zhao Wenxuan:

"Husband, mother, this, this is..."

"Let's report it to the police!"

"Don't report it to the police! You can't report it to the police!" Min Rouer screamed shrilly. Her eyes were filled with fear, her whole body was shaking, and she turned to Zhao Wenxuan, whose expression was complicated.

"Cousin, I'm very sad that my aunt is gone, but...but this is our family matter after all."

"If, if you report it to the authorities, there will be a scandal in our house, which will be bad for your official reputation, cousin!"

Nan Xi said in surprise:

"What did Aunt Min say?"

"Mother's death was unclear. It seems she was murdered. Of course we have to report it to the authorities and have them investigate thoroughly to give her justice..."

Zhao Wenxuan's face was filled with pain, and his gaze towards Min Rouer was filled with scrutiny and struggle. He knew Nan Xi was right. His mother had been murdered in the mansion for unknown reasons. If he didn't investigate, wouldn't he be unworthy of being a son?

but……

Tears glistened in Min Rouer's eyes. She looked at him earnestly, half pleading and half coquettishly.

"Cousin~~"