The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

Sang's mother's withered hands were like chicken claws, her fingertips almost digging into Sang Wan's flesh, her voice filled with fear:

"Why are you asking this? Did Madam Cheng tell you?"

Sang Wan saw her gray hair hanging messily over her face, and the half of her eye that was exposed was filled with tears. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Mom, at this point, please stop hiding things from me. Is my father a member of the Tianxuan Sect? Was he killed by Pei Jinzhi, the son of the Zhenguogong Mansion?"

Sang's mother held her hand tightly and burst into tears.

"Before he died, Ah Jun repeatedly told me to take good care of you and your sister and never get involved in the affairs of the Tianxuan Sect again. I never thought that Madam Cheng would be so ungrateful. Why would she drag you into this?!"

"Mom, are you telling me this? Is it true?"

"A few days ago, your eldest brother came back and told me that you had entered the Pei Mansion, and I became extremely uneasy. Could it be that the Pei Mansion you went to was the Zhenguo Mansion of Pei Jinzhi?"

Sang Wan nodded, her voice choked.

"Mother, it was all a mistake. I'm here safe and sound now. Please don't cry."

She helped Sang's mother sit up halfway, and wiped the tears from her eyes with a silk handkerchief:

"Did my father really die under Pei Jinzhi's sword?"

The past was too painful to recall. Mother Sang sighed:

"Ah Jun came back with only a breath left, and all he had time to do was ask me to take good care of you. I learned the rest from Madam Cheng."

Sang Wan frowned, his doubts growing.

"I know nothing about the underworld. When your father passed away, the sky fell. I cry every time I think of him. Qing'er is not doing well and has become addicted to gambling..."

Sang Wan shed tears silently, as the tragedy in her family happened overnight.

"Before he died, your father held my hand and told me not to let my two children avenge him. Jianghu affairs are Jianghu affairs. He has entered the Tianxuan Sect and there is no turning back. I don't want you and Qing'er to be involved in it again."

"But I didn't know that the Cheng couple took you into the shop and let you step into this vortex. Wan'er, we can't afford to offend the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion. Let's pack our bags and return to the countryside quickly. I can't let anything happen to you. I heard that Pei Jinzhi was only twelve years old when he killed your father. Such a terrifying person, you must never see him again."

Sang Wan patted the back of her mother's hand and comforted her softly:

"Mom, don't be afraid. Pei Jinzhi doesn't know that I am Sang Jun's daughter."

"Really?" Mother Sang was a little incredulous. "But how did you get to Pei's residence? And how did Pei Jinzhi end up in Fengshui?"

Sang Wan explained to her mother all the traps that Cheng Niang had set that day. Not wanting to worry her, she skipped many thrilling steps of survival.

Mother Sang thought about it and felt something was wrong. She pushed Sang Wan out forcefully and said, "Go, Wan'er. Even if he doesn't know your identity now, he will know it in the future. Run away!"

Sang Wan hugged her and said, "Mom, calm down. He's a sickly person now. I can push him down with just one finger."

"Ah Wan, don't talk nonsense. You're just a delicate girl, how could you possibly beat him? That damn imperial edict has nothing to do with us, so don't get involved in this mess. Think about your father, he was less than 40 when he died, a prime age. He was a good man, and he's gone just like that."

As she spoke, Sang's mother shed tears again.

Her health is getting worse day by day, and she only hopes that her two children are well, and she will die with peace of mind.

"Mother, look at me. I'm so smart. I was able to escape from the Pei Mansion in a few days. You have to believe in your daughter. Everything will be fine."

Sang Wan felt very distressed and hugged her mother and acted coquettishly.

"It's hard for you, kid."

Mother Sang touched her head lovingly:

"I have nothing else to do now, except to hope that your brother can turn back and become a new man. Go look for him tomorrow and persuade him to bring your sister-in-law and nephew back home as soon as possible. We will be reunited as a family, and we will find a way to repay any debts we have. Although mother can't walk, her eyesight is still good. I can take on some embroidery work at home and earn some money."

Sang Wan felt a pang of sadness in her heart, but fortunately her mother didn't know how much money Sang Daqing owed.

Five hundred taels, even if she embroidered her eyes blind, she still couldn't pay it back.

"Okay, Mom, you take a rest, I'll go look for him." Sang Wan responded.

There is no need to wait until tomorrow. Since he is in the charity cemetery, I will naturally go look for him under the cover of night.

*

After Sang's mother fell asleep, Sang Wan went back to the room and lay down in his clothes for a while.

She didn't know much, the only useful thing was this:

Sang Jun never said that the person who killed him was Pei Jinzhi.

This is all what Madam Cheng said.

Based on Sang Wan's understanding of her, there might be something fishy going on.

If it wasn't Pei Jinzhi who killed him, then who else could it be?

Thinking of this, Sang Wan suddenly sat up, shivering all over.

Oh no, why would she defend Pei Jinzhi?

Sang Wan scratched his hair like crazy.

Her heart felt like it was being weighed down by a huge rock, and she couldn't fall asleep. She changed into dark clothes and tiptoed out of the door.

Sang Daqing, you bastard.

Wait!

*

A charity cemetery is a place where corpses are stored.

Most of the bodies inside are those of people who died in foreign countries and were not claimed by anyone, or those of poor families in the city who could not afford to bury them; occasionally, the morgue of the county government is overcrowded, and the bodies that cannot be accommodated will be temporarily moved to the charity cemetery.

Sang Daqing is smart and knows to hide here.

It was still early summer and the weather was not yet hot, so people could still hide in the charity cemetery.

If you go there during the scorching sun, the smell will be enough to suffocate you before you even get close to that place.

Unlike other places, the charity cemetery in Fengshui Town is not outside the city, but inside the city near the foot of Yufeng Mountain.

This village is filled with gloomy atmosphere and few people come here on weekdays, let alone late at night.

Sang Wan covered her face with a black scarf and climbed over the low wall outside the charity cemetery.

She is good at Qinggong, and she is pretty good at it.

It was only when he noticed someone while climbing over the wall at Pei's house that night that he hid this ability.

Madam Cheng taught her the art of martial arts, and Cheng Buyu taught her how to use poison. However, the only thing she didn't learn was the medical skills that could save lives.

Looking back, they had spent the past eight years, seemingly unintentionally, but in fact they had been taking every step carefully to train her into a sharp knife.

Sang Wan laughed at herself, thinking how stupid she was;

The truth was not revealed until the knife was unsheathed.

Pei Jinzhi is a poisonous snake, and the Cheng couple are smiling tigers.

And she, Sang Wan, would never be a fish that could be slaughtered at will.

*

The charity cemetery was dark and gloomy. As soon as Bu Yi entered, he found that it was several degrees colder than outside, and Sang Wan's hair stood on end.

Scattered empty coffins were lined up in the huge courtyard, covered with a layer of cold blue light by the moonlight. The occasional cry of crows was even more creepy.

Sang Wan pushed open a door and looked inside in the moonlight. There were two rows of coffins neatly arranged inside.

The incense table in the middle was covered with spider webs, and the cold and desolate atmosphere wrapped in the stench of rotting corpses swept over, making people want to vomit.

That bastard Sang Daqing, why did he have to hide in this den of dead people when he could hide anywhere else?

Sang Wan couldn't help but pinch her nose and called out softly:

"Brother, are you there?"

"Sang Daqing..."

"It's me, I'm Ah Wan..."

She hunched over and walked slowly into the house, trying not to make too much noise so as not to alarm the wandering ghosts.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from a coffin in the corner that was not completely closed.

Sang Wan screamed:

Oh my god, he’s pretending to be dead!