Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

Meixiang cried miserably, but Song Nianru had no expression on her face.

Meixiang’s mother is pitiful, but the original owner was in his prime, and was killed by her. Doesn’t that mean he is not pitiful?

People can only see the blisters on their own feet, but not the pain in others' hearts. But now, what should I do with Meixiang?

After all, he is already dead. Looking at his pale and thin appearance, he must have starved to death.

"Where did you hide the evidence?" Song Nianru asked.

"They are under a big locust tree in my mother's yard. I was afraid they would be discovered, so I put them in a box and buried it at the roots of the tree."

Song Nianru nodded.

With lightning speed, he grabbed Meixiang's neck and said coldly, "Take me to find her."

"Ah~" Meixiang's soul screamed in pain:

"Yes, Madam..."

Soon, the corpse and the soul stood under the big locust tree where Meixiang's parents lived.

"Right, right down here."

Meixiang stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at the roots of the tree. Song Nianru pressed the spot where she pointed and used her spiritual sense to detect it.

Sure enough, they found a tattered box buried under the tree, and inside the box were objects in the shape of a wine jug and a wine glass.

"very good,"

Song Nianru pinched her fingers together, ready to absorb Meixiang's soul completely. Meixiang was terrified and struggled with all her remaining strength:

"Madam, I've told you everything. Please spare my life..."

Song Nianru was too lazy to pay attention to her.

Did you think that everything would be fine if you died? It would be Meixiang's bad luck to have offended her. The power flowed more and more fiercely, and at this moment, several violent coughs suddenly came from the room.

"Xiao Wen, tell me, your sister hasn't come back in so many days, where could she have gone?"

An old voice came through the dilapidated window, and Song Nianru paused slightly.

"How would I know,"

A young girl's voice said impatiently:

"She's been dreaming all day of being in love with one of the young masters in the mansion, or the other. She's been played around by others, and she even thinks she can fly up to the tree and become a phoenix..."

"Humph, why don't you look in the mirror? Even if the master wants to marry a concubine, does it matter to a servant like her?"

When Song Nianru heard this, her heart moved slightly.

I glanced at Meixiang and saw that tears and blood were streaming down her face again.

"Ahem, ahem~Xiao Wen, don't say that about your sister."

The old voice coughed a few more times:

"She's also unfortunate, having a useless mother like me. If your sister hadn't helped the family so often over the years, you wouldn't have been able to go to school..."

"Humph, I don't want a sister like that!"

The young girl named Xiaowen said in a very disdainful voice:

"If my classmates knew that I have a sister who works as a servant and is determined to become someone's concubine, they would definitely look down on me. Then even I wouldn't be able to find a good marriage!"

"You kid..."

Song Nianru didn't listen to the rest of the conversation. He absorbed the technique at an accelerated rate, and soon Meixiang's spirit completely dissipated.

But in the end, she stopped struggling, her hands and feet spread out, as if she had lost the will to live.

After finishing her work, Song Nianru felt a little tired. After all, she was now completely controlling this body with her spiritual power, and her current realm was still that of a novice in the Qi Refining Stage.

The spiritual energy accumulated in his body was not much. At that moment, his body teleported through space and returned to the Jiang family.

In the yard where she and Jiang Shangwen lived, a lone lamp was on. Jiang Shangwen was indeed still waiting for her.

"Where have you been? Why are you back so late?"

Jiang Shangwen's face looked a little bad.

He knew that Song Nianru was going to the Paramount tonight. But as a shareholder of the Paramount, he knew the closing time of the Paramount even better.

Even the Paramount was closed. It was the middle of the night, and he couldn't think of where else Song Nianru could go.

"Dealt with some trivial matters."

Song Nianru was in a good mood at the moment. She reached out and touched Jiang Shangwen's chin, which had a slight stubble, and chuckled:

"What are you imagining? I didn't even touch you, I wouldn't do anything bad."

After her intentional or unintentional care over the past few days, coupled with eating well and exercising, Jiang Shangwen now looks good and has at least regained some of his looks.

It's worth her teasing.

For no apparent reason, Jiang Shangwen's face suddenly turned red.

"I, I, I, I, I didn't say you were going to do anything bad... I'm just a little worried about you," Jiang Shangwen stuttered.

"Um,"

Song Nianru regained her serious expression in a second:

"I know, go to bed early, I'm tired!"

It was a perfectly normal thing to say, but Jiang Shangwen blushed again. The young couple washed up and went to bed.

When she woke up early the next day, Song Nianru felt refreshed.

It was as if his soul and this body had become more integrated. Could it be that he had figured out the cause of the original owner's death?

She thought to herself that she would have to go to the home of the chief of the Yuncheng Police Department tonight.

In her previous life, the original owner had died in an unclear manner, so she didn't blame the director for his incompetence. After all, this case was a case of some mishaps.

Hadn't she previously suspected this and that, but never linked it to the sickly Third Madam? She hadn't even considered that the person they were trying to harm was actually Jiang Wenbin.

In addition, the key figure Meixiang was also silenced by Chen Simei, making it even more difficult to find out the truth.

And since she traveled through time in this life, at least in people's eyes, the original owner is not dead - she can't tell others openly that I am actually a zombie. If you don't believe me, touch me and you will see that I have no heartbeat.

Then this case is equivalent to having no victim, so it is impossible to use the death of the original owner to file a case in this life.

But now, Meixiang has really been harmed.

If we were to travel back to ancient times, servants' fortunes might not be read. But now it is the Republic of China, and although servants have a low status, they are still protected by the law under the "Three Principles of the People" program of the current president.

A life is at stake, and she wants to see how the director will handle this case.

But before that, she had another thing to do.

After breakfast, Song Nianru packed up and went to visit friends at home.

In Liuxiangyuan.

"Cough, cough~"

Zhao Yinshuang, the third wife of the Jiang family, was sitting alone on the kang, silently embroidering a handkerchief with a picture of a kitten chasing a butterfly.

He covered his mouth and coughed lightly from time to time.

"Madam San is in such a refined mood!"

Song Nianru's sudden shout startled Zhao Yinshuang so much that her hand trembled, and the needle pierced her finger. A drop of bright red blood immediately emerged.

Turning around and seeing the person coming, Zhao Yinshuang didn't bother to treat her wounds. She quickly put aside her needle and thread and embroidery frame, put on her shoes and went downstairs to greet the guest:

"The eldest young lady is here~"

Song Nianru nodded, stepped into the room, and took a look around the room.

The room was decorated in a very simple and elegant style, with dim lighting. There were not many pieces of furniture, and they were not luxurious either.

There was only a simple kang table and a kang screen; in the outer room stood a wardrobe, in the middle an eight-person table and two chairs. Facing the window was a simple dressing table.