Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

The maidservant, on the other hand, was more cautious and turned around consciously.

Seeing this, the young servant teased:

"Madam Liu, you're quite nice. I don't know if this guy is our young master, but the Fourth Madam didn't ask us to wait on him."

"It's not worth anything,"

The expressionless face of Liu Ma:

"This is the first time, and it's our job after all... But if it happens again, I'll stuff this thing into the Fourth Young Master's mouth, and I'm sure he'll learn his lesson."

Jiang Yingjie: “…”

His memories of last night were so chaotic that he couldn't actually remember when he lost control of his bladder. But didn't this indirectly indicate that what he experienced last night wasn't just a nightmare?

Jiang Yingjie felt a chill all over his body, and his face turned three inches paler.

The servant who heard this said: "..."

She didn't dare to say anything more and squeezed her buttocks tightly.

After the three people left, Jiang Yingjie hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he suddenly discovered that there was one more person in the room.

Song Nianru came here specifically to watch the fun.

At this moment, she covered her nose with a silk handkerchief and looked at Jiang Yingjie as if he were a dead dog, feeling like a complete villain.

"How about it, Fourth Young Master, do you still have the energy to hurt others now?"

"Also, how does it feel to be killed by a cat spirit?"

Jiang Yingjie suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness coming from deep within his soul. The long-term torture left him without the strength to refute. He could only stare at Song Nianru weakly, his eyes full of doubt, as if asking:

"why?"

In his mind, he really didn't do anything extremely evil, and he couldn't understand why Song Nianru was targeting him like this.

Yes, it was true that he had once instructed Meixiang to poison Song Nianru's bridal chamber, but wasn't Jiang Yingjie also fine? Song Nianru also became the eldest young lady of the Jiang family, respected by her husband and doted on by her in-laws, and she was in a very glorious position.

So whether she is a human or a ghost, what reason does she have to resent or even take revenge on him?

If it was for those lowly animals, that would be even more ridiculous. Animals are not human beings, they are dead, and they can't be made to pay for their lives.

Song Nianru sneered and was too lazy to answer his question.

There's no need to reason with things that are worse than animals, because they won't understand. Just use your fists to teach them a lesson...

Three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

This day is the wedding day of Jiang Xueruo, the second daughter of the Jiang family.

Jiang Xueruo married the third son of the He family, a merchant family in Yuncheng. They were considered a good match. During the past three years, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Tingting, and the third daughter, Jiang Meixian, had both married.

Jiang Tingting married a young man from a scholarly family, while Jiang Meixian married Zhong Wuqi, the son of the Zhong family, the richest family in Yuncheng. Jiang Xueruo was very upset about this.

I was still crying the day before the wedding.

"Mom, this is unfair. I don't want this marriage!"

Jiang Xueruo's tears had already soaked the handkerchief in her hand, and the carefully painted makeup on her face was also smudged:

"The daughters of the Jiang family are all illegitimate. Why can Jiang Meixian marry into the Zhong family, while I can only marry an unfavored illegitimate son?"

"Mom, please help me think of a solution..."

The Second Madam sighed:

"Xue Rou, it's not that I don't want to help you. You know, I've thought of all the solutions for you these days."

"Now that your father has spoken about this marriage, it's a done deal. If you continue to make a fuss, you'll only completely piss him off. Then you and mother will have a rough time."

"Besides, although Jiang Meixian married into the Zhong family, isn't Zhong Wuqi also a bastard? In fact, his status is almost the same as yours. Be obedient and go back to your courtyard to prepare for tomorrow's wedding."

Jiang Xueruo bit her lips tightly, tears welling up in her eyes.

She knew that it was impossible for the two sisters to marry similar men. Although Zhong Wuqi was a concubine's son, he was the only son of the Zhong family and would inherit all the family property in the future.

But the man she was going to marry was just a bastard from an ordinary merchant family, and an unfavored one at that.

She felt that even her half-sister Jiang Tingting had married better than her, simply because, although her family was poor, they were from a scholarly family and she was the legitimate son.

With the dowry that Jiang Tingting brought over, the future days will definitely not be difficult.

But as the Second Lady said, things had come to this point, the wedding was tomorrow, and she had no room for maneuver. In the end, she nodded helplessly.

The next day, the Jiang family's house was filled with red silk and guests.

Although the eldest lady did not care about these illegitimate sons and daughters, she always behaved decently on the surface, so naturally there was no need for people to criticize her for these matters of appearance.

But something happened in the end.

But just as the bride Jiang Xueruo was taken away by the groom's family, a servant came quietly to report:

"The one behind the ancestral hall is gone~"

The Second Madam's expression changed. Although the two families had been close when the Third Madam was around, things had cooled down since she left. After a few years, the Second Madam had figured out all the twists and turns that had happened.

Therefore, I never interfere in Jiang Yingjie's affairs.

She couldn't believe that even though the person was dead, they chose a day like today to annoy her. The Fourth Lady also spat in dissatisfaction: "What an unlucky thing!"

The eldest lady frowned and said coldly:

"Handle it quietly. It's a happy occasion, don't disturb the guests." The servant agreed and turned away.

Jiang Yingjie is actually not dead.

He was still breathing and even felt that he could be saved.

But in the morning, when the servant came in to check on him and kicked him around, he accidentally kicked him in the chest, and he fainted from the pain.

When he woke up again, he found himself thrown to the ground in the grove, and several servants were digging a hole beside him.

During these three years, Jiang Yingjie suffered a round of double torture of soul and body every night.

Regardless of whether he was asleep or not, the ghosts of the cats would appear on time every night and repeat on him the methods he had used to torture the cats in the past.

Jiang Yingjie's body was torn into pieces again and again, and his skin was peeled off alive...

Every night, he was tortured by fear and pain, wanting neither to live nor to die. However, the next morning, he would wake up on the ground in various strange postures, seemingly unharmed.

As time went on, the servants gradually felt that this "Fourth Young Master" was a little weird, so they became more distant and avoided him.

The three people who were originally serving had become just one, and the three meals a day had become just one meal a day.

This is nothing.

Most importantly, Jiang Yingjie's spirit was on the verge of collapse. No one from the Jiang family came to visit him. He was alive, but he was as dead as a cadaver...

But even so, he still wanted to live.

“Ahhh, ahh ...

Jiang Yingjie, lying on the ground, struggled desperately, letting out weak cries.

"Hey, did you hear any noise?"

A bearded man stopped digging and wiped the sweat off his face.

The servant who just reported the news paused for a moment:

"What sound is there? You must have drunk too much and are hallucinating!"