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Chapter 779

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Karma!

Thump!

Cailan knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

Ji Muqing took a step back and looked at her coldly. "What are you doing?"

Cailan raised her head and sobbed, "If Miss hadn't picked me up and brought me back to the residence, this servant would have starved to death long ago. But this servant was heartless and didn't know how to repay your kindness. I really deserve to die. Miss, this servant knows I was wrong."

"Ha!"

"Please forgive this servant."

"Karma in the past is karma in the present. It has nothing to do with you that I ended up like this. Go, I don't want to see you."

"Miss …"

"Go!"

Cailan didn't give up. She clutched tightly onto Ji Muqing's thin clothes as tears streamed down her cheeks. "This servant really knows I was wrong. Miss, please forgive me. I know I can't turn back now, but I only hope that Miss can forgive me before I die."

"Die?"

Cailan slumped to the ground, her tear-filled eyes drooping as she muttered, "The side consort … had a miscarriage."

"What does it have to do with you?"

"It was this servant … who added musk into the wax gourd bowl."

Huh? Ji Muqing was stunned when she heard this.

Cailan continued, "The side consort caused Miss to end up like this. This servant couldn't just stand by and do nothing, so I …"

Ji Muqing gazed at the leaves fluttering outside the window, a smile on her pale lips.

It was a desolate sight.

She looked down at the dying person at her feet and placed the branch in her hand on the windowsill. She bent down and cupped Cailan's face.

She asked, "Why?"

Cailan choked. "As long as I can help Miss, this servant is willing to do anything."

"Help?" Ji Muqing laughed self-deprecatingly. "What can you help me with? Even if Chen Xiang's child is gone, Prince Yi won't even look at me. I'm just a puppet now, a walking corpse. Tell me, what can you help me with? "

"Miss …"

"Silly girl, why do you have to use your own life to beg for my forgiveness?" Her eyes were filled with an unfathomable strangeness and eeriness.

Cailan trembled all over. She could feel the hands cupping her face becoming more and more forceful. Those ten slender fingernails seemed to sink into her skin, trying to peel it off.

Ah!

Her eyes widened and she instinctively leaned back.

But Ji Muqing refused to let go.

Suddenly —

The guards of the mansion rushed in.

He pointed at Cailan. "Capture her."

The guards stepped forward and grabbed him.

Cailan clutched at Ji Muqing's clothes with all her might, her eyes filled with fear as she shouted, "Miss, Miss …"

However, she turned a deaf ear to him. Her expression was indifferent, and her eyes were unfocused as she allowed the girl to be dragged away.

After a while, he picked up the branch on the windowsill and continued to pull the leaves off.

"One, two, one, two …"

He could almost hear Cailan's miserable cries in his ears.

Not long after, it was said that the girl who poisoned the Little Heir was beaten to death and dismembered by five horses. Her remains were thrown into the wilderness and fed to the dogs and wolves.

It was said that Chen Xiang only had half her life left.

Rumor has it that Jing Yi killed all the maids who were serving him.

I heard …

Ji Muqing heard a lot and smiled. She finally finished picking the leaves in her hand and was in a good mood. She asked someone to go to the kitchen and make a bowl of piping hot bird's nest porridge.

He ate with relish!

Outside the city.

The sky darkened quickly. Wen Shisan wore a bamboo hat and was dressed like a fisherman. He even had a mustache and a lantern in his hand, illuminating the muddy path ahead.

It had been four hours since he left the capital. He would be safe after a while.

Under the locust tree, there was a tea stall for people to rest at.

He looked around and found that it was safe, so he stopped and asked for a bowl of water.

The tea stall owner asked, "Are you not going to order something to eat? It looks like you still have a long way to go. "

"No need, just give me a bowl of water."

"Alright."

The tea stall owner brought him the water and said, "Be careful on your way at night."

"Thank you for the reminder."

He was extremely thirsty and was about to drink the water when he suddenly became alert. He took out a silver needle and probed the water.

The needle had turned black!

He sneaked a glance at the tea stall owner and poured the water out when he wasn't paying attention. He took out a few copper coins and left with the lantern.

However, he only took a few steps before his head felt heavy and his legs gave out.

He opened his hands and saw that his palms had turned black.

He then realized that he had been poisoned.

It turned out that the poison was not only in the bowl but also around the bowl.

"Ugh! Pfft! "

Wen Shisan spat out a mouthful of black blood. The lantern in his hand fell to the ground and burned to ashes.

He desperately squeezed his neck and struggled, but finally fell to the ground. He twitched for a long time before he finally stopped moving.

It was just that those eyes were glaring like gongs.

After a while, the tea stall owner walked over with a creepy smile on his face. He grabbed Wen Shisan's leg with one hand and pulled him into the tea stall. He then took out a bottle of wine and took a sip before sprinkling the rest on Wen Shisan's body.

"I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes. In the White Bones Case of Liusu County, in order to lure out the murderer, you caused the death of my wife and son. It's time to pay for your life."

The man gritted his teeth!

He took out a candle and threw it down.

The corpse and the tea stall were set ablaze.

The orange-red light of the fire almost illuminated the entire forest.

As the saying goes, karma is retribution. It's not that the time has not come …

Rong Estate.

Jing Rong had invited Vice-Chancellor Yu, Qin Shiyu, the Capital Governor, Mo Ruo and Tang Si to a banquet.

Everyone took their seats.

Only Jing Rong and Qin Shiyu were absent.

Ji Yunshu could only play host and raise her cup. "This humble one will use tea in place of wine to toast everyone."

Tang Si did not stand on ceremony. "Ah Ji, you should toast me this cup. If I did not dig out the secret of Zhang Family Village, this case would not have been solved so easily."

"Indeed, this cup should be toasted to you."

She drank her cup with tea in place of wine.

Mo Ruo said, "So what if we find more evidence? If not for Teacher Ji's connections, it would just be an ordinary thing. "

Look!

This person speaks in a proper manner.

However, the Capital Governor was puzzled. "There are young people dying in Zhang Family Village every year. This is a fact. Is there really such a strange thing?"

Vice-Chancellor Yu said, "The theory of ghosts and gods cannot be trusted!"

Opposite him, Mo Ruo smiled. "What strange? What ghosts and gods? It's all a joke. Today, I went to see a sick young man in Zhang Family Village. He is suffering from spleen disease, which is caused by breathing. The disease spreads from the nose to the throat, and from the throat to the heart and spleen. It's a cold wind disease caused by inhaling poisonous southern bamboo incense all year round. Only young people between the ages of fifteen to twenty-eight are susceptible to it. It's not a stubborn disease at all. It can be removed with a bowl of water and a spoonful of sugar. It's just that the disease is too rare and ordinary doctors do not know about it.

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