jdhmnovel Chapter 242 Born Bad
Chapter 242 Born Bad
In terms of using rhetoric to guide public opinion during domestic power struggles, Jiang Xinyu is indeed less professional than Jiang Wanqiu.
Unfortunately, given the unequal status and power, there wasn't much room for power struggles within the household.
She was just bored and willing to play along with Jiang Wanqiu.
If she is unwilling, a slight hint in the conversation will have plenty of people willing to fight for her.
However, if doing so would confirm that Jiang Wanqiu was right, she would be unhappy.
She doesn't really care if people talk about her behind her back; if you don't dare say it to her face, she'll just pretend she doesn't know.
But she knew that Jiang Wanqiu cared a lot about what others thought, and with the mindset that he would take revenge if the other party was unhappy, he was determined to persuade them with reason.
She truly didn't know who wanted to kill Jiang Song, but he could easily clear himself of suspicion.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyu gave Xiaodie a wink, and the girl immediately understood.
"What does Miss Jiang mean by saying that?"
"Are you saying my wife wants to kill my brother-in-law?"
As she spoke, Xiaodie slashed down at the mahogany chair next to her, and with a crack, the chair shattered into several pieces.
This sudden move startled everyone, causing them to retreat in unison, looking at Xiaodie as if she were a monster.
The girl clapped her hands and smiled mockingly, "This servant comes from the Shura Hall of the Eastern Depot. I dare not say I am an expert, but I do know a few martial arts skills."
Putting aside the fact that my wife had no motive to kill my brother-in-law, even if she did, she wouldn't have bothered to do it herself.
Although my skills are lacking, they might not be enough for a weak scholar like my uncle...
To put it modestly, killing thirty to fifty people in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea is no problem.
"Does the second young lady really think it's necessary for my mistress to leave readily available servants unused and go to the trouble of killing people herself?"
While Xiaodie's words may not be supported by evidence, they are highly logical and perfectly in line with normal human cognition.
Those who came to the backyard to watch the excitement were all the ladies of the household, and they all agreed with this view.
When they do things themselves, don't they also have the nannies and maids do it for them?
Wherever there are many servants and concubines in a household, the mistress of the house will have one or two lives on her hands.
But none of them did it themselves; that would be terrifying.
For someone like the Lady of Zhenguo, who has maids who know martial arts, there's even less need for that.
To put it bluntly, let alone Jiang Song, she could wipe out the entire family without anyone noticing.
The Eastern Depot is most famous for its intelligence gathering and assassinations. As the head of the Eastern Depot, Jiang Xinyu really didn't need to do it herself.
Xiao Die's move not only served as a deterrent but also completely extricated Jiang Xinyu from the situation.
The facts are there, and no matter how much slander Jiang Wanqiu makes, no one will believe it.
She also knew when to stop, so she gave Jiang Xinyu a perfunctory apology, saying that she was too heartbroken and had acted foolishly for a moment.
After all, Jiang Song had been studying away from home for many years and had no conflicts with anyone. It was inevitable that people would have the wrong idea since he was the last person to see Jiang Xinyu.
Jiang Xinyu gave a mocking smile.
Since Jiang Wanqiu enjoys acting, she'll play along for a while longer. She's quite eager to test her skills against this reborn female lead.
Treat it as learning a new skill; you have to learn something after traveling back to ancient times.
Well, this could be considered a local specialty, right?
Jiang Xinyu's suspicion was cleared, but the case was not yet solved. The officers carefully interrogated the servants who went between the front hall and the backyard.
This inquiry actually led to a clue: a maid casually mentioned that the young master seemed to be in the backyard as well.
Jiang Wanqiu immediately scolded, "Quan'er is only ten years old, how could it be him?"
Don't talk nonsense and interfere with the police's investigation.
The little maid was so frightened that she trembled and stammered, unable to utter a word.
Qin happened to be nearby and overheard everything. Thinking she could say something to refute Jiang Wanqiu and please Jiang Xinyu, she interjected.
"Why are you in such a hurry, Second Miss? It's not like the little girl said that Brother Quan is the murderer."
Let's call the child over and ask him. What if he saw the murderer?
It's strange, I haven't seen your Quan-ge'er since earlier.
After Qin finished speaking, she looked at the Jiang family's servants.
Has anyone seen your young master?
"Why aren't we searching? What if we run into the murderer?"
Jiang Wanqiu frowned, but since Qin Shi's words made sense, she couldn't refute them.
The Jiang family was busy today, and all the servants they could use were employed. The old women and maids who took care of Jiang Quan were also helping in the front hall, so no one paid any attention to him.
Now they say to go to the bedroom first.
A moment later, the old woman returned and said that the young master had a headache and had gone to sleep.
Jiang Xinyu raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you tell him that Song-ge'er was injured?"
"I already said it, this old servant also said that the officer wanted to ask the young master if he had seen any outsiders."
The young master said he had been sleeping in his room the whole time and didn't know anything about anything.
Jiang Wanqiu had a bad feeling and quickly tried to change the subject and send the old woman away.
Qin scoffed, "This Quan'er is too outrageous. His elder brother was almost killed and he wanted to come and see."
Even asking just one more question would be helpful!
How could he be so indifferent to his own brother, who shares the same mother's blood?
Jiang Wanqiu didn't want to continue the topic and made an excuse.
"Quan'er is young and weak."
His father's passing was a huge blow to him; he was probably so heartbroken that he had a headache and couldn't get out of bed.
Let's ignore him for now; catching the murderer is the most important thing.
Jiang Xinyu smiled.
Outsiders might not know Jiang Quan's background, but how could she not know it?
The evil of a malicious person cannot be measured by age; Jiang Quan was born evil.
When he was only five or six years old, he dared to poke the eyes of a maid with chopsticks, simply because the maid had given him food he didn't like.
They treated the servant like a horse, and it wasn't enough for him to just crawl around inside the house; he had to crawl around in the yard.
The servant's knees and palms were bleeding from being rubbed raw by the gravel and sand on the ground, yet he still smiled and whipped them.
They are at an age of innocence and naivety, yet they are doing the most wicked things.
Unfortunately, Liu doted on him and always covered for him, so not only outsiders, but even Jiang Huai knew very little about his youngest son's true nature.
That brat fawned over the Liu family of Jianghuai because he knew they were his backers and the source of his evil deeds.
But to say there's much family affection involved is utter nonsense.
On the day she returned to her parents' home, Liu knelt down and kowtowed, crying so pitifully, but Jiang Quan didn't even utter a single word of pleading for his own mother.
How could such a heartless and poisonous person fall ill from excessive grief over Jiang Huai's death?
Stop being funny!
As long as it doesn't interfere with his eating, drinking, and having fun, he probably wouldn't even lift an eyelid even if the entire Jiang family were to die.
Thinking of this, Jiang Xinyu pretended to be worried and asked the old woman, "How exactly is Quan'er sick?"
Have you had a fever?
Should we see a doctor?
The old woman shook her head blankly, "When I told the young master at the door, he didn't let me in."
Jiang Xinyu exclaimed softly, "Oh dear, could it be that the thief is hiding in Quan'er's room and kidnapping him?"
The concubine is far too lax in managing the household. Her own young master is sick and she doesn't even go in to check on him. What kind of person is she?
"If you were in our Marquis's manor, someone like you would have been sold off long ago."
Upon hearing this, the old woman turned pale with fright. "Young lady, it's not that this old servant hasn't been diligent."
The young master has always had a bad temper; if anyone enters his room without his permission, this old servant will be beaten to death.
Jiang Wanqiu tried to stop her, but it was too late. The relatives who had been watching the commotion all looked on with gossipy eyes after hearing what the old woman said.
Didn't Mrs. Liu always praise her youngest son for being well-behaved, sensible, and the most considerate?
To scare an old woman like this at such a young age, she must be quite a brat.
Jiang Xinyu didn't care much about Jiang Quan's reputation, mainly because Jiang Quan didn't care.
That guy was neither good at academics nor martial arts; his reputation, good or bad, didn't affect him at all.
Jiang Xinyu always relied on physical attacks against heartless, pure-blooded villains like Jiang Quan.