Jiang Pengji placed her fingers together in a comfortable and happy posture.
"Remember to hide Huijun's identity so that no one finds out."
Liu She's confidant was stunned when he heard the name Huijun. He couldn't remember who she was for a moment.
Jiang Pengji saw his confusion and explained, "Huijun is the girl just now. Find someone to change her identity."
The confidant accepted the order and said firmly, "Don't worry, Langjun. I will clean up her identity."
"Be careful. Don't give yourself away."
After saying this, Jiang Pengji reminded him worriedly.
"Fabricating a household registration out of thin air is the easiest way to expose flaws. It's better to find someone who hasn't been canceled and let Huijun replace it …"
Jiang Pengji tapped her fingers on the table. The household registration system in this era was very backward. Unlike her era, there was almost no possibility of fraud. In ancient times, because of backward technology and inconvenient transportation, many people didn't have household registration. Many people on the household registration died or disappeared, and they didn't cancel it for more than a decade. This kind of identity was very difficult to verify, and it was easy to take advantage of loopholes.
Instead of taking the risk of creating a new identity for Huijun, it was better to let her replace the identity of someone who had similar experiences as her.
Liu She's confidant nodded and accepted the order.
Jiang Pengji said, "I have nothing else to do here. You can leave."
Since he was a confidant that Liu She valued, his ability to handle matters naturally could not be underestimated. Soon, the matter was settled.
"Acao's mother, your Acao is back. Quickly go back and see …"
The woman who was called "Acao's mother" wore heavy makeup. Her clothes were frivolous, revealing a large area of her fair chest. She waved a yellowish fan in her hand. Her face was smeared with low-quality rouge, and her lips were painted with thick lipstick. Her slender waist and plump buttocks swayed gently. The curve made many ruffians who passed by jealous. They only felt that their throats were a little hot.
"What are you shouting about? She's back. That wicked girl left with the nobles for two or three days. She's forgotten about me. What a traitor …" The woman's actual age was only in her early thirties, but she looked like a woman in her forties.
Despite the heavy makeup, some signs could still be seen in her eyes. She must have been a beauty when she was young.
However, because one's appearance came from one's heart, her eyes and brows always carried a bit of maliciousness and harshness, which made people's hearts beat fast and not dare to get close to her.
"No, Acao's mother … Acao, she …"
The one who came to report the news was also a poor woman who lived in the slums. Although she looked down on Acao's mother for selling herself, selling her daughter, and harming other women, she still felt a little pity for Acao, who was a girl who grew up under her watch.
"She's just a little girl. It's fine if she comes back, but she wants me, her mother, to kneel and welcome her?"
The woman had a bad premonition, but she was more annoyed with her neighbor.
"… Your Acao is gone!"
"What?"
Her money tree was dead?
The woman was so shocked that her expression changed. She hurriedly followed her neighbor back home. There were already many people watching the show in front of the broken door.
The woman rudely pushed the onlookers away and walked into the dark room. There was a girl in disheveled clothes in the room. She was her prostitute. She had just received a guest not long ago, and her face was still numb. She held the few pieces of rags that could not be wrapped around her body and shivered.
There was a roll of mat in the middle of the room, and the mat was wrapped into a spring roll. The woman went forward to take a closer look and almost fainted.
She lifted the mat with trembling hands and saw a female corpse with a festered face and a rough outline lying on the ground.
Not to mention the face, the body was covered with marks of whipping and sex.
The woman did not believe that it was Acao. She quickly tore the clothes on the female corpse and turned it over. There was a little red on the buttocks.
This was Acao's birthmark!
At this time, she had to accept the fact that Acao was taken out by her benefactor and was humiliated and tortured to death.
"Ahhhh —"
Most of the onlookers were residents near the slums. They knew how this woman usually treated Acao. Even an enemy would not humiliate others like this. Now that Acao was dead, it was exactly what this woman wanted. But the poor girl died too miserably.
To their surprise, the woman who should have spat on the corpse did not humiliate the corpse. Instead, she collapsed on the corpse and burst into tears. The blue veins on her forehead bulged, and her tears and snot smeared the heavy makeup on her face, which made the onlookers feel very strange.
"Acao's mother has already … Alas, I'm sorry for your loss. Tidy up this child so that she can die with dignity."
The woman who informed the woman could not bear it and came up to persuade her gently.
"Yes … Buy a better coffin for Acao. Those beasts sent her back and gave us ten taels of silver … "
According to the price of one or two copper coins for a prostitute, she did not know how many times she had to sell the coffin for ten taels of silver.
In the eyes of the onlookers, the price of this compensation was worth it.
The woman cried so hard that she almost could not breathe. She only survived after her neighbor pinched her philtrum.
"… Duckweed … Body … Like … Duckweed …" The woman only felt that the scenery before her eyes was spinning as if the world had turned upside down. She mumbled in a low voice, "Slut … Hui … Yun … You … Made … me … so miserable …"
After that, her head tilted, and she actually breathed her last.
With such a big thing happening in the slums, there were naturally many onlookers watching the show. No one knew that four dirty local ruffians had quietly disappeared. There were four more corpses in the mass grave outside the city. Each of them was stabbed with a dagger and died of blood loss.
"It's almost time. It's time to go, Hui Niangzi."
Acao, who should have died, stood near the mass grave and looked at the four corpses that could not be identified with their original appearance. Her gaze was complicated.
Her blood-stained hands were still trembling, and her two calves were trembling non-stop, but there was an unprecedented carefree feeling in her heart.
"Well, I'm coming."
She put on the wide hood of the cloak, covering most of her face, only revealing her slender chin.
She clenched both sides of the cloak tightly with both hands to block the cold wind outside. She stepped on the sedan chair and entered the inconspicuous carriage.
The carriage quietly left the mass grave. As Acao's past, she was also buried here. Only Huijun was alive.
"Are you sure … you heard Acao's mother mention the name Hui Yun?"
When Liu She heard the reply of his confidant, his expression was a little strange.
The confidant was originally worried that there would be changes, so he pretended to be a poor person and mixed in with the onlookers, but he did not expect to have an unexpected gain.
"Yes, I'm sure."
Hui Jun … Hui Yun …
Liu She silently said it twice. The pronunciation was the same, but the words were different.
The former was the new name that Lanting gave to Acao. It was impossible for Acao's mother to know.
In that case, the name that she muttered before she died could only be that woman.
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