He Also Transmigrated on the Wedding Night - Chapter 3
Chapter 3
On our second wedding night, we didn’t waste another second.
“The cup on the right is poisoned,” I said.
“The steward will touch the knife,” Lu Wenzhou added.
“The maid in the side room has red wax under her nails.”
“She wasn’t helping me deal with the murder weapon.”
“She touched the wedding candles.”
The sound of someone slamming into the door rang out again.
I still had my hand pressed to his wound.
His face had gone blue with pain, but he was far more lucid than the first time.
“Don’t let the steward touch the knife.”
“Don’t let him touch the cups either.”
“Do we save Ah Lu?”
Lu Wenzhou glanced at me.
“Yes.”
“But we may not make it in time.”
The door was broken open.
The same people.
The same words.
Madam Pei stood in the doorway, calm as a stone statue.
“Shen Lingyi, what else do you have to say for yourself?”
This time, I spoke first.
“Summon a physician.”
“Seal the room.”
“No one is to touch the knife or the wine cups.”
The steward’s expression shifted slightly.
Madam Pei looked at me.
“Are you giving me orders?”
I lowered my head and saw blood seeping from Lu Wenzhou’s chest again.
“He isn’t dead yet.”
“If you care only about assigning blame right now and not about saving a life, it won’t sound good when word gets out.”
Madam Pei’s gaze turned cold.
But she still called for a physician.
This time, the steward had no chance to touch the knife.
Lu Wenzhou told the physician to stop the bleeding with cloth strips first.
I took advantage of the chaos to look at the wine cups on the table.
The cup on the right had fallen over.
There was a dark red ring around its rim.
But the bottom of the cup was clean.
The cup on the left was still standing.
There was a very fine dust on the rim.
White.
Something that should not have been in red wine.
I committed it to memory.
I couldn’t pick it up.
The moment I did, I would become someone who had touched the evidence.
All we could do was remember.
In this loop, memory was the only thing we could take with us.
Ah Lu wasn’t dead yet.
At least, she shouldn’t be dead at this moment.
I said to Lu Wenzhou, “I’m going to the side room.”
He caught my sleeve.
“If you leave, you’ll confirm that you left the scene.”
“If she dies, we’ll still be convicted all the same.”
He looked at me.
“Send someone else.”
I understood.
I couldn’t leave in person.
I turned to Madam Pei.
“There’s a noise in the side room.”
Madam Pei frowned.
“What trick are you trying to play now?”
“If you don’t believe me, send someone to look.”
She hesitated for an instant.
In that very instant, the steward lifted his head first.
“Madam, this servant will go.”
“No.”
I spoke at once.
Everyone in the room looked at me.
I stared at the steward.
“He just tried to touch the knife.”
The steward’s face darkened.
Madam Pei asked, “Then who do you want to send?”
I looked outside the door.
“Any guest who has only just entered the manor.”
“Preferably someone who doesn’t know me.”
Madam Pei’s expression turned ugly.
On the bed, Lu Wenzhou let out a low laugh.
In a breathy voice, he said, “Clever.”
I ignored him.
In the end, the one who went to the side room was a young servant who had come with one of the guests.
But it was still too late.
The servant came running back, screaming.
“Someone’s dead!”
Ah Lu still died.
I closed my eyes.
We knew in advance.
Prepared in advance.
And still, we failed to save her.
Lu Wenzhou looked at me.
His gaze was heavy.
“She wasn’t waiting for us to save her,” I said.
“She was waiting for us to see.”
