She remarried a cold-faced, powerful man, and the scumbag regretted it and cried his heart out.

Xie Wanqing held her breath, gently pushed open the window, and climbed into the room. She took out a small medicine packet from her bosom, her face filled with barely suppressed excitement.

If this packet of medicine is sprinkled on Shen Jingshu's bed, she will die in her sleep without anyone knowing.

Thinking of this, Xie Wanqing's heart was pounding. She silently prayed, "Shen Jingshu, you forced me to do this. Don't blame me for being ruthless on the road to the underworld."

Xie Wanqing's lips curled up slightly, but her eyes remained wary. She tiptoed closer to the bed, her hands gripping the medicine packet tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, and her palms sweating.

The figure on the couch remained motionless, the even breathing sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

A hint of madness flashed in Xie Wanqing's eyes as she was about to sprinkle the powder. Shen Jingshu, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them, her eyes flashing with a cold light. She showed no signs of being poisoned at all.

"Xie Wanqing, you've really kept me waiting." Shen Jingshu's voice was icy cold, each word like an icicle in the dead of winter, piercing straight into Xie Wanqing's heart, making her tremble as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

Xie Wanqing was struck dumb, and the medicine packet in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud," scattering the powder all over the floor, which gleamed eerily in the candlelight.

At the same time, Yaoqin, Jinse, and Wuchen burst through the door, wielding sticks, and surrounded Xie Wanqing. Their movements were swift and decisive, clearly indicating that they had been prepared.

Wuchen darted forward, swiftly grabbed Xie Wanqing's wrist, twisted it behind her back, and subdued her to the ground.

Xie Wanqing felt the pain, but dared not make a sound. She could only bite her lip tightly, letting the pain in her wrist spread throughout her body.

"You, you actually..."

Everything he had meticulously planned turned out to be a complete trap.

Shen Jingshu got up from the bed, tidied her slightly messy hair, and walked calmly to Xie Wanqing, looking down at her.

"Surprised? Do you really think you can get away with what you did?" Shen Jingshu sneered, her voice full of sarcasm. "You had people spread rumors in the Marquis's mansion that I was poisoned and would die soon, just to keep everyone from paying attention to you, so that you could take advantage of the situation, right?"

She took out the sachet and held it up to Xie Wanqing's eyes: "Do you think I don't know what's in this sachet? You think you've done something flawless, but you don't know that there are no secrets in this world."

Then she picked up an exquisite bamboo tube from the table and continued, "And this, the tool you use to pass messages. You think you've done it discreetly, but little do you know, every scratch on this bamboo tube has been memorized. Do you think you can hide your dealings with the person behind you from me?"

Shen Jingshu threw the bamboo tube next to Xie Wanqing. The bamboo tube made a crisp sound, which was particularly jarring in the quiet night.

Xie Wanqing's face was ashen; she knew she was finished, completely finished.

She tried to deny it, hurriedly saying, "I didn't, I really didn't! You fabricated all of this, you're framing me!"

"Enough! How long are you going to keep pretending now?"

She gestured with her chin toward Wuchen, who then pulled out a stack of letters from his pocket and threw them in front of Xie Wanqing.

“These are all the letters you exchanged with Wen Huaiqing. I have read every single one of them carefully. Xie Wanqing, for your own despicable thoughts, you are willing to betray the entire Pingyang Marquis's Mansion. What right do you have to pretend to be innocent here?”

Xie Wanqing looked at the letters scattered on the ground, her face turning pale. She never expected that her correspondence with Wen Huaiqing would be intercepted.

These letters are irrefutable evidence of her collusion with Wen Huaiqing; each one is enough to condemn her to eternal damnation.

She slumped to the ground, her eyes vacant and lifeless, muttering to herself, "Why, why did this happen..."

"Shen Jingshu, you can't treat me like this! I'm your cousin!"

Shen Jingshu sneered, "Cousin? Do you deserve that title? If you had behaved yourself, you would naturally have a place in the Pingyang Marquis's mansion. But you insisted on courting death, colluding with outsiders and murdering your own family! Does someone like you deserve to be called 'cousin'?"

The commotion alerted the entire Pingyang Marquis's residence. Song Wan and Shen Zizhong rushed over upon hearing the news, and were stunned by what they saw.

"How is this going?"

Song Wan asked in a trembling voice, she could hardly believe her eyes that her beloved niece would do such a thing.

Shen Jingshu recounted the whole story, including how Xie Wanqing used "Drunken Flower Shade" to frame her, and her dealings with Wen Huaiqing, but she did not mention Fu Zijin.

She wanted Fu Zijin to continue struggling in the darkness.

Upon hearing this, Song Wan felt dizzy and staggered a few steps, almost falling. Fortunately, Shen Zizhong caught her in time.

Xie Wanqing was so cruel that she wanted to kill her own daughter.

"Wanqing, why did you do this?" Song Wan asked, heartbroken. "What did Jingshu do to you that you had to treat her like this?"

Xie Wanqing suddenly raised her head, her eyes filled with resentment, "What did you do to wrong me?"

"You're better than me in every way, why?"

"Why are you born the legitimate daughter of the Marquis of Pingyang, while I am? What am I? A pitiful wretch who lives under someone else's roof and depends on them for everything!"

"Why is it that you can receive everyone's love without doing anything, while I have to go to great lengths to get even a little bit of attention?"

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in!"

Xie Wanqing looked at Shen Jingshu and shouted hoarsely. She hated Shen Jingshu and hated that she had everything she wanted.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zizhong flew into a rage.

"You wretched child!" He slapped Xie Wanqing across the face. "How dare you say such things?"

"Your parents are both dead. It was your kind-hearted aunt who couldn't bear to see you all alone and helpless, so she insisted on bringing you to the Marquis of Pingyang's residence. Over the years, we've treated you well, and this is how you repay us?"

"I must have been blind to have raised such an ungrateful wretch!"

Shen Zizhong was so angry that he trembled all over and his face turned ashen. He had actually raised a tiger that would cause him harm, and it almost killed his own daughter.

Song Wan was utterly heartbroken. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then said to the servants, "Take her out of here! From now on, she has nothing to do with the Pingyang Marquis's mansion!"

Xie Wanqing was dragged out by several rough old women. She struggled desperately, her fingernails scratching marks on the ground, but to no avail.

She shouted, "Shen Jingshu, you will surely suffer retribution for treating me like this today! You will die a horrible death! You will die a horrible death!"

The curses continued even after he was thrown out of the Marquis's mansion; the vicious voices echoed through the sky, and no household dared to come out and take a look.

As everyone knows, something big has happened at the Pingyang Marquis's residence.

Shen Jingshu watched Xie Wanqing being dragged away without feeling a ripple in her heart.

She secretly ordered someone to reveal Xie Wanqing's poisoning of people. Originally, such a secret should not be spread, but Shen Jingshu insisted on doing the opposite.

She wanted to show everyone Xie Wanqing's true colors.

This will ruin her reputation and prevent her from ever recovering.