The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Many people rushed to the gate of Duke Qi's mansion and cursed, throwing rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves.

The Qi family went from being victims at the beginning to being the culprit hated by everyone.

And the murderer who should have been condemned by everyone has now become an unsung hero praised by the people.

The Qi family and Empress Dowager Qi had never expected such an earth-shaking change.

What they didn't expect was that the reputation of the Qi family, a century-old prestigious family, would be ruined because of a noble Qi.

Therefore, Qi Gui's body was kept in the government office and no one in the Qi family claimed it.

When Jiang Wantang heard this, she was sitting in the pavilion in her courtyard drinking tea.

She looked at the misty drizzle that began to fall from the sky, her expression somewhat gloomy and lonely.

Xiuzhu, who was standing by, saw this and asked in confusion, "Such a gratifying thing, isn't Miss happy to hear it?"

Jiang Wantang's fingertips were stroking the edge of the teacup. Upon hearing this, her fingertips paused slightly, and then she lowered her eyes thoughtfully.

"What's so happy?"

"Evil people deserve to die!"

"But those innocent victims who died in vain will never come back!"

"This should be the age of flowers, the best years of life..."

"How can their families accept such a cruel reality?"

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, with no sign of stopping.

Jiang Wantang recalled the heartbreaking scene he saw at the gate of Dali Temple that morning.

The Dali Temple transported back all the bodies or remains that could still be claimed.

The relatives who came to claim the bodies were all heartbroken, and some even fainted on the spot because they couldn't accept it.

In the crowd, Jiang Wantang saw Xingyun, who was dressed in white and covered in dirt.

Overnight, the top prostitute of Xunhuanlou, Mr. Xingyun, who was dressed in white clothes as white as snow and had a handsome appearance, seemed to have aged many years.

He was kneeling on the ground, holding a young girl whose face had been completely disfigured in his arms.

She was wearing a tattered yellow dress, her hair was tied up in a loose bun, and she had only half of her silk shoes on her feet, and her body was covered with a lot of dust.

It was obviously just dug out.

The girl's skin had festered and turned black, with pus and blood flowing everywhere. Her face could no longer be seen. No one could tell from such a corpse how beautiful and charming she once was.

Jiang Wantang stared at her silently, his mind seemingly flashing with a beautiful young girl with a charming smile. She wore a bright spring flower on her temples, as brilliant as spring flowers, and her face and the flower's beauty intertwined...

The best age, the most beautiful youth.

After a moment of trance, she pursed her lips and walked in front of Xingyun.

Xingyun kept his head down and his whole body was trembling.

He didn't look up until a pair of jade-like hands put a moon-white cloak on his sister.

A pair of red and bloodshot eyes looked at Jiang Wantang steadily, then lowered their eyes.

After a long while, he finally moved his lips and said sadly: "My real name is not Xingyun..."

"Xingyun is just my stage name in Xunhuanlou."

Jiang Wantang had guessed this a long time ago.

She said nothing and waited quietly for his next words.

He said: "My real name is Shen Chang'an, Chang means long-lasting and An means peace."

"My sister's name is Shen Changning, Chang means long-lasting and Ning means peaceful."

As he spoke, his eyes were filled with sorrow, and every word trembled: "My parents named me because they hoped my sister and I would live in peace and tranquility for years to come."

"I'm useless and have failed my parents' expectations..."

"If only I could find her sooner..."

His fingers trembled as he brushed the dust off the girl's hair, muttering to himself, "She was so young at the time. How painful and helpless she must have felt when she faced all this..."

"Has she also been hoping that her brother would show up soon and save her from the dire situation?"

"Ningning, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"It's my brother who is wrong! It's my brother who is useless!"

"..."

Xingyun was in tears and heartbroken. He held his sister's body and said "I'm sorry" over and over again.

Jiang Wantang lowered her eyes, the corners of her eyes turned red, and a deep sorrow and an indescribable feeling of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

She didn't know how to comfort this poor man who had lost his loved one.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

How cruel, how ridiculous...

Under the same sky, some people are struggling forward in the dark night, while others are drinking and singing in the brightly lit places.

Perhaps, this world is inherently unfair.

Jiang Wantang collected her thoughts and stood quietly in the pavilion, watching the rain outside getting heavier and heavier.

The drizzle is like tears, like tears.

It seems that God is crying for these innocent people.