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

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A black cat stepped on the coffin lid and leaped into the darkness again.

Sang Wan was still in shock and patted his chest.

"Wan'er... Wan'er..."

A sinister voice rang out, and Sang Wan squatted on the ground: "Who?!"

She turned her head sharply and saw the lid of a coffin move slightly, and Sang Daqing's head popped out from inside:

"Awan, it's me."

Sang Wan's heart leaped out of her throat, but she swallowed it back quickly.

"Sang Daqing, you want to scare me to death."

Sang Daqing climbed out of the coffin and brushed off the dust on his clothes: "How did you know I was here?"

"Brother, are you crazy? How could you owe five hundred taels?!" Sang Wan wanted to strangle him to death.

"Awan, I was set up!" Sang Daqing held his head and squatted on the ground. "These bastards are deliberately tricking me!"

"Bullshit! You're a pauper, how could anyone cheat you?" Sang Wan was furious.

It's common for gambling dealers to set up scams, but who is Sang Daqing?

A poor guy who can't even get a drop of oil out of a frying pan.

He was well-known throughout Fengshui Town for his gambling addiction, and he had long since squandered all the family fortune left by Sang Jun.

The Sihai Gambling House was not stupid, so how could they let him lose so much as five hundred taels! Even if he sold his wife and son, they would not be worth five hundred taels.

Sang Daqing's hands slid from his head to his cheeks, revealing his two eyes as he looked at Sang Wan anxiously:

"If I tell you, don't be angry!"

Sang Wan had a bad feeling: "If you have to fart, let it out quickly."

"I've heard from someone that you're now the Crown Prince's mistress in Pei's mansion, living a life of luxury. Maybe, maybe they'll start to get interested in you!"

Sang Wan had a thousand dirty words that wanted to burst out of his chest.

"I'll beat you to death!" She stamped her feet and looked around for something handy. "Just beat you to death and that'll be it! You beast!"

"It's not enough that you sold me out once, you're trying to trick me now?!"

Sang Wan picked up a wooden stick from the ground and hit Sang Daqing with it.

“It hurts, it hurts…Awan…I’m a victim too!”

"Who told you I'm Pei Jinzhi's man! I can't kill you! You bastard! You killed me!"

If Shi Luochuan heard this, what would he think of her?

Ah, she is dead! Lasang Daqing was buried with her!

"You are his maid, so it's not wrong to say that you are his person!" Sang Daqing ran away with his head in his hands, still quibbling.

"That's right!" Sang Wan gritted her teeth and threw a wooden stick at him, hitting him directly in the back. "I won't be wrong if I beat you to death!"

"You murdered your own brother! Mother will never forgive you!"

"Bah, I'm killing my own relatives for the sake of justice!"

Sang Wan flew over and knocked him to the ground.

She was about to raise her fist to hit Sang Daqing when she heard something move near her ear. She immediately lay down and covered his mouth: "Someone is there."

Sang Daqing was so frightened that he dared not say a word.

The two men lay on the ground and slowly crawled to the bottom of the coffin. As soon as they hid in, they heard a burst of hurried footsteps.

The dim light flickered, and someone came in holding lamp oil.

Sang Wan put her finger to her lips, signaling for silence.

What caught the eye were several pairs of long black shoes with white bases.

A soldier? Sang Wan's brow furrowed into a line.

"Brother, the bodies of the two brothers are here."

A man with a muffled voice called out to the others.

"Okay, take them away." The elder brother's voice was low and filled with hidden anger. "How can A'Du and A'Song be left here as wandering ghosts?"

Another faint voice sounded:

"Brother, if the Lord knew that we stole the corpse and buried it privately, would he hold us accountable?"

"Yes, the county government has reported this matter to the imperial court. I'm afraid it will alarm the higher-ups."

"But, it's late at night, where can we find two replacement bodies?"

The eldest brother was silent for a moment, and said coldly:

"Open all these coffins, slash the faces of these corpses, chop off their hands and feet, and who will notice that two are missing?"

"Brother is wise!"

Footsteps were heard coming and going in the room, and coffin lids were opened one after another.

Sang Wan even heard the sound of a knife chopping meat.

Puff, puff.

The stench of decay is overwhelming.

So cruel, even the dead are spared.

Soon, the group of people hurried away again.

It was not until their figures disappeared for a long time that Sang Wan and Sang Daqing crawled out from under the coffin.

Sang Daqing was trembling with fear, unable to even stand up straight. "Ah Wan, this is too damn scary. Who are these people?"

"How would I know?" Sang Wan pinched her nose and said, "Let's go. This is unbearable."

Those boots…she seemed familiar with them.

During the street assassination that day, Li Jiu killed two assassins while wearing long cloud boots, which were this type of shoes.

The shoes were unmarked, but Sang Wan was deeply impressed by the upper. In the sunlight that day, the black surface had a subtle sheen of silk, its texture delicate.

Ordinary people use black cotton for shoe uppers, and rarely are they so extravagant as to use silk.

The group of people tonight are from the same group as the assassins.

Their conversation was quite arrogant, and I guess the master behind them was definitely not an ordinary person.

Pei Jinzhi has offended the powerful.

Tsk tsk, dog bites dog.

*

The two siblings returned home under the cover of night.

Sang Daqing was a heartless man. He immediately went back to his room, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

Sang Wan was so angry that he kept shaking his head, but he was afraid of alarming Sang's mother, so he simply ignored him.

She lay back down on the hardwood bed, tossing and turning.

Adu, Asong, are these real names or pseudonyms?

Who is the master they are talking about?

They act fiercely and are well-trained. Could it be that they are here for the imperial edict?

But on that day in the street, they shot arrows at Pei Jinzhi's carriage, which was fatal.

Sang Wan breathed a sigh of relief. Whether it was the imperial edict or her life, she was glad that she had left the Pei Mansion, this shithole, and no longer had to be implicated by him.

Otherwise, with her mediocre skills, she would have died more than a hundred times.

"I have to go to the pharmacy tomorrow and get some poison to protect myself."

Her skills are average, so she can only rely on poison.

After a lot of random thoughts, she fell into a deep sleep.

*

Zhaoyun Courtyard.

Pei Jinzhi was sitting in the study, the book in front of him had been stuck on page six for an hour.

He rarely had such absent-minded moments.

I have read a page of the book, but it seems like I have never read it; I keep going back and forth, and the words jump out of the paper, floating in the air, but they are completely unable to enter my brain.

His mind was blank and he sat there for a long time.

Finally, he put down the book in frustration and picked up the cold medicine.

Li Jiu pushed the door open and came in. When he saw the medicine, he immediately stopped her: "Master, the medicine is cold. Let me heat it up."

"No need." Pei Jinzhi drank the whole thing and smacked his tongue. "Where's the sugar?"

Li Jiu was stunned: "Master, there is no malt sugar."

Pei Jinzhi frowned unhappily, feeling bitter in his mouth.

"Miss Sang is gone, and no one knows how to make this kind of malt candy." Li Jiu's voice was a little low.

Pei Jinzhi was startled for a moment, then lowered his eyes and extended his hand to Li Jiu: "Bring me some tea."

Li Jiu respectfully placed the teacup on the table:

"Master, tomorrow I'll ask Miss Sang how to make this fruit-flavored malt sugar. I'll have the maid teach her later."

Pei Jinzhi rinsed his mouth and said with a cold face: "No need."

A real man does not need sweet things.