The Late Emperor's Imperial Decree
How could Zhou Wen believe it?
Marquis Kang said, "Since I knew that the child was not mine, and if I was really heartless, I would have let the child die in the womb. I would not have kept him alive for two years."
"Impossible …"
The notebook in Zhou Wen's hand fell to the ground. His eyes were bright, but he was in a trance.
The sudden truth caught him off guard. To be more precise, he did not expect that the person who killed his own son would be his Wen 'er.
Naturally, he could not accept it.
"I only need to find the doctor who treated Madam and ask him. At this moment, you are already a prisoner. There is no need for me to lie to you."
"Why? Why did it turn out like this? Why … "
He asked again and again. Tears fell from his eyes, and his vision blurred.
"My son … was killed by Wen 'er?"
He laughed like a madman again. That laughter was very desolate.
However …
In the next moment, before the crowd could react, Zhou Wen suddenly snatched a sword from a nearby soldier and held it against his own neck.
"Zhou Wen!" Marquis Kang shouted in shock, wanting to stop him.
"Don't come over."
"Put the sword down!"
Zhou Wen smiled. Now, he had completely broken down.
"Regardless of whether what you said is true or false, I will definitely die today. Back then, you saved me and gave me a life. Today, I will return it to you. I have lived for more than twenty years. It is time for me to see Wen 'er and my child."
"No …"
There was no time to stop him!
Zhou Wen was very fast. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands and slashed sideways, leaving a bloody gash on his neck.
"Clang!"
The sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.
Blood flowed out of Zhou Wen's neck and almost covered his entire body.
His body drooped and his knees touched the ground. His eyes were blank. He knelt on the ground and trembled a few times before his body fell forward heavily.
He lay flat on the ground.
Dead!
Everyone stared at the corpse lying in the blood amber and sighed.
Some looked away, not daring to look at it directly.
Others sighed speechlessly.
…
Marquis Kang stared blankly at Zhou Wen's bloody corpse for a long time …
He did not say a word!
But his eyes were filled with tears ….
Mo Ruo stepped forward and said, "Marquis, let me take your pulse and see what poison you've been poisoned with."
Marquis Kang shook his head.
"I didn't drink that cup of water."
After that, he squatted down and picked up the bloodstained diary.
Gone!
That night, although the Marquis's mansion was not peaceful, it also seemed to be peaceful.
When Ji Yunshu returned to her room, she felt depressed. She should be happy that she had solved the case, but when she thought of the people who sacrificed their lives for money, as well as Zhou Wen's motive, she couldn't feel happy.
Jing Rong noticed her expression and grasped her ice-cold hand.
"Don't think too much."
He always seemed to read her mind.
"I didn't think too much about it, it's just …"
He didn't say it out loud.
Jing Rong understood and comforted her. "You should think in a positive direction. At least the case has been solved, and the estate is at peace. No matter what Zhou Wen's motive was for causing so much trouble, he killed someone. In the end, a life must be paid for a life. As the saying goes, a pitiful person must have a hateful side."
With his consolation, Ji Yunshu felt a little better.
Mo Ruo, who was in the room, interrupted, "That Zhou Wen really deserves to die. He killed so many people. When he goes to the netherworld, he should be the one never to reincarnate."
Upon hearing this, Tang Si lost her composure. She leaned towards Mo Ruo and said, "You can't say that. He did deserve to die for killing someone, but at the end of the day, he did it for his Wen 'er and his child. If that Wen' er was you, I would have done the same."
Mo Ruo rolled his eyes. "No one will think you're mute if you don't speak."
"I …"
"Shut up."
Hmph!
Tang Si sulked.
Ji Yunshu suddenly lowered her voice and looked out the door. "We should be able to return to the capital tomorrow."
"Are you worried about Wei Yi?" Jing Rong asked.
"I don't know how he is now. If Jing Yi really kidnapped him, I hope he'll be fine. "She asked again," Is there any news from the capital? "
"Not yet, but don't worry. Wei Yi will be fine."
That was the only way!
That night, everyone related to the incident at the Marquis's residence was imprisoned in the Jingzhou prison.
Many people were implicated in the mansion. Other than the dozen or so people who were burned alive, there were more than twenty people.
There were manservants, maids, guards, and a portion of the mansion soldiers.
As a result, the entire Jing Province began to discuss the matter of the Marquis's residence.
Some people said that it had something to do with the big fire in the Marquis fu!
Some said it was because of ghosts and gods!
There were also people who said that the fire was set by the mad Marquis Kang!
…
There were many different opinions, and the rumors spread wildly.
Meanwhile, Marquis Kang had locked himself in his room for the entire night.
The sky had just brightened when the old butler brought in the dishes.
He saw Marquis Kang sitting inside, looking very dispirited, holding the bloodstained diary in his hands.
"Marquis, the matters of the residence have been settled. You should eat something."
He did not speak.
"Marquis, you should first …
”
"Get out."
The old butler was worried and could only go out.
However, she bumped into Jing Rong the moment she stepped out of the room.
"Prince."
"Where is the Marquis?"
"Inside."
Jing Rong nodded and went in.
The Marquis was still sitting there, flipping through the diary in his hands.
When he saw Jing Rong come in …
He said, "Years ago, I met Zhou Wen, who was about to starve to death at the foot of Mount Kun. He was only ten years old then. I brought him back to the estate and named him Zhou Wen. He has been by my side for the past few decades, and I have always treated him like family. If he had told me that he and my wife were in love with each other, I would have definitely fulfilled his wishes, and all these things would not have happened today."
He sighed, filled with regret.
Jing Rong stood silently in the middle of the room, listening intently.
Marquis Kang sighed heavily.
He put down the bloodstained diary in his hands and slowly raised his head. He propped himself up with difficulty and walked to Jing Rong.
"Since the matter of my residence has been investigated, I should fulfill my promise and help Your Highness return to the capital."
Jing Rong quietly waited for him to continue.
"Before Your Highness came to Jing Province, you should have known about those people in the forest, right?"
"I did. Didn't the Marquis's men also go to the forest for those people?" Jing Rong pondered, "Could it be that this prince's return to the capital has something to do with those people?"
Marquis Kang nodded and silently took out a yellow scroll from his sleeve, handing it to Jing Rong. "This is an imperial edict left behind by the late Emperor."
"An imperial edict from the late Emperor?"
"That's right. An imperial edict from when the late Emperor was still alive."
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