I'm already dressed like a fool, what's wrong with taking the regent into the bridal chamb

"nothing."

Wen Qingzhi exhaled, "Maybe it's too hot, I always feel a little stuffy in my chest."

"It's okay, go to sleep."

The nausea and vomiting in her heart hadn't subsided, and instead she was getting more nervous. She had never felt this way before, so she didn't know what was going on.

Seeing her tossing and turning, Chunyu took out a round fan and gently fanned her.

A gentle breeze came, but the heat in my heart did not subside.

She waved her hands in annoyance, "No need to fan me, go to bed too. Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, don't be listless."

"Yes, young lady, go to bed early. I'll take my leave."

Chunyu retreated to the outer room, leaned on the soft couch, and looked at Wen Qingzhi inside from time to time in the dim candlelight.

Only after she was sure that Wen Qingzhi was asleep did she close her eyes and fall into a light sleep.

On New Year's Eve, everyone in the Marquis' Mansion got up early and was busy preparing the New Year's Eve dinner.

Chang Yan took the new clothes she had prepared for Chang Baicao and went to find him. She knocked on the door several times, but no one answered.

"master?"

Chang Yan shouted again, and wondered in her heart: Did he drink too much last night? That shouldn't be the case. It seems that the master only had two drinks last night.

Could it be that as I get older, my alcohol tolerance has become worse?

She smiled and pounded on the door, "Master—Fu…"

The door creaked open and the room became eerily quiet.

"Master, I'm coming in!"

Chang Yan pushed the door open and walked in, looking around. "Master, are you awake?"

Chang Baicao's room was simply furnished. Apart from a few cabinets, all of them were filled with medical books.

"master?"

Chang Yan turned her head and saw Chang Baicao lying on the table. There was still some unfinished food and wine on the table. It looked like he had a great time drinking last night, and the wine glass was overturned on the side.

"Master~"

Chang Yan smiled and reached out to push Chang Baicao, "Get up——"

When her fingertips touched Chang Baicao, the smile on her lips froze immediately. The stiff touch on her fingertips gradually replaced the joy in Chang Yan's eyes with fear.

"master……"

Chang Yan lowered her head and saw dried blood on the table.

Chang Baicao lay sprawled on the table, his entire body frozen. Chang Yan walked around to the other side and saw him with his eyes wide open in horror, a look of disbelief.

Chang Baicao was bleeding from all seven orifices and died in a tragic way. He lay on the table with one cheek pressed against it, soaked in blood.

"Master, master..."

"what--"

The terrifying and painful roar resounded throughout the mansion, and almost everyone in the mansion was woken up in an instant.

In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone gathered together.

Chang Yan's tears could not stop flowing, and she cried out "Master" heartbreakingly.

She stood there, with the clothes she had embroidered for Chang Baicao at her feet.

She had specially sewn several pockets inside the black pure cotton jacket so that Chang Baicao could store medicine.

A pocket for poison was specially sewn on his sleeve to prevent him from getting it mixed up and poisoning himself.

Chang Yan was not good at needlework, and she went through a lot of hardships to make this coat for Chang Baicao. She didn't know how many times her hands were pricked.

Originally, she was wondering what Chang Baicao's expression would be when he saw the coat she made. He would probably praise her, right?

But he never imagined that the master who was chatting with him the night before would be separated from him today.

"master!!"

When Wen Qingzhi arrived, dragging her sick body, she heard Chang Yan yelling. She saw that Chang Yan's eyes were red and he was standing there at a loss. He wanted to touch Chang Baicao several times, but he suppressed it every time.

"Chang Yan."

Wen Qingzhi looked at the people in the room, and her gaze fell on Chang Baicao.

A pair of bright black eyes gradually dimmed, and she said, "Everyone get out."

"Azhi——"

Mother Zheng opened her mouth and was about to step forward, but was interrupted by Chang Yan.

"Mrs. Zheng, Ah Zhi and I are going to find the real murderer who killed our master. Please all leave."

She choked with sobs, looking away from Chang Baicao's miserable face, "Please help me."

She bent down in front of everyone, tears falling to the ground. She was sobbing uncontrollably and her whole body was shaking.

Seeing this, the Zheng couple immediately nodded and said, "Let's go."

After everyone left, Chang Yan gritted her teeth and wiped the tears from her face. With red eyes, she looked at Wen Qingzhi and began to recount everything that had happened since she arrived.

"This morning, I came to give Master a New Year's gift..."

As she spoke, she picked up the jacket she had made. At the same time, Wen Qingzhi took out gloves and an evidence bag.

"At first I thought the master had fallen asleep, so I called him many times but no one answered. I thought I'd knock on the door, but as soon as I knocked, the door opened."

"After I came in, I saw the master lying on the table. I thought he was drunk last night. But then, the result..."

She choked, the rest of the words stuck in her lips but she couldn't say them.

Tears fell one by one, she sobbed and gasped for breath, her legs became weak and she collapsed to the ground.

Wen Qingzhi was ready and started collecting samples at the scene.

Wen Qingzhi also found it hard to accept Chang Baicao's corpse.

It turns out that what I was referring to when I tossed and turned last night and always felt that something was going to happen was this.

After she got the certificate, she finally couldn't help it.

She turned her back instantly, her eyes reddened, hot tears rolled around for a few times, and finally fell.

Tears, so hot.

It turns out...she can be sad too.

It felt as if someone was holding her heart tightly, making her afraid to move. The excruciating pain made her face turn even paler.

'banging'

Wen Qingzhi fell backwards and hit the table without a word. Fortunately, she supported herself on the table with one hand to stabilize her body.

Hearing the sound, Chang Yan stopped crying and looked up at her.

"Azhi?"

The moment she looked up, she saw Chang Baicao's hands hanging down and hitting her legs, clenched tightly.

"Azhi!"

She rolled and crawled, wiped her tears and came to Chang Baicao's side, "Master seems to have something in his hand."

"what?"

Wen Qingzhi bit her lower lip hard, trying to numb herself with the pain.

"Everything valuable has been packed up. Go call someone in and put Xiao Chang on the couch. Let's see what he has in his hand first. What if it's related to the murderer?"

"it is good."

Chang Yan stumbled out, and Wen Qingzhi reminded her again, "Call the Regent to carry it."

Feng Yunxiao was recuperating at her residence, and both the inside and outside of the mansion were guarded. There were no signs of a struggle at the scene, which proved that the murderer knew Chang Baicao.

Therefore, he may still be in the mansion.

If the object in Chang Baicao's hand was related to the murderer, he would have to avoid others. Feng Yunxiao was different. He and Chang Baicao were close friends regardless of age, so he was the most suitable person to carry the body.

"it is good!"

After Chang Yan ran out, Wen Qingzhi's eyes fell on Chang Baicao again. His gray hair was stained with blood, which had dried and formed a filthy stain on it.

The old man loves cleanliness most...

Everything that happened yesterday is still vivid in his mind. Chang Baicao respectfully called him "Master", but today they are separated by heaven and earth.

How did that happen?

Who on earth wants to attack Chang Baicao?

What is the purpose of killing all the grass?

She stood there like a wooden stake.

Why...

Who is it again?!

When Feng Junxiao arrived, he saw Chang Baicao's body and Wen Qingzhi with bloodshot eyes.

The undisguised hostility in her eyes would scare anyone who saw it.

Behind him followed everyone in the Marquis's Mansion. After seeing Chang Baicao's body, they all shed tears quietly.

Zheng Lin felt heartbroken when he saw Wen Qingzhi's appearance. He was about to go forward to comfort her when he saw Feng Junxiao take the lead and walk over to Wen Qingzhi. When he reached Wen Qingzhi, he put his long arms around her and pressed her whole body into his arms.

The sharp scent of bamboo mixed with the aroma of medicine instantly filled Wen Qingzhi's nostrils. She could smell that it was the external injury medicine prepared by Chang Baicao.

She was trapped in a strong arm, the cold air disappeared, and it was Feng Junxiao's warm embrace.

"Cry it out."