He Also Transmigrated on the Wedding Night - Chapter 5
Chapter 5
The third time Lu Wenzhou woke up, he did not speak right away.
Neither did I.
One of us was pressing down on his wound.
The other was gripping the other’s wrist.
Outside the door, the same cry rang out again.
“The young madam has killed someone!”
All at once, I laughed.
Lu Wenzhou looked at me.
“What are you laughing at?”
“At how stupid we were the first two times.”
“How were we stupid?”
“We kept trying to prove our innocence.”
I looked at the knife on the floor.
“But this trap was never meant for us to explain our way out.”
“It was meant to make the killer believe we would follow the path he had written for us.”
Lu Wenzhou’s eyes shifted.
“You want to act.”
“Aren’t you the best at playing by the rules?”
“I exploit the rules.”
“Close enough.”
The door was smashed open.
Madam Pei stood there.
This time, I did not rush to ask for a physician.
I looked at Lu Wenzhou first.
Then, in a voice only he could hear, I said, “Play along.”
The next second, I lifted my head.
“Yes.”
Everyone in the room froze.
Even Lu Wenzhou went rigid for a moment.
I said, “I hate him.”
“I hate that he was still writing a divorce letter on our wedding night.”
“I hate that he treated me like a pawn of the Shen family.”
A flash of relief crossed the steward’s face.
It was gone quickly.
But I saw it.
The killer wanted us to confess.
Wanted us to follow his story to the end.
Lu Wenzhou closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his gaze was even colder than mine.
“Shen Lingyi.”
His voice was hoarse.
“You finally admit the truth.”
I pressed down on his wound and increased the pressure beneath my hand.
Pain drained another shade of color from his face.
But he kept speaking.
“You married me for the Shen family’s Red Deed, didn’t you?”
The moment the words “Red Deed” came out,
Madam Pei’s fingertips twitched.
The steward’s shoulders tightened as well.
Good.
They were afraid of that phrase.
Madam Pei said coldly, “Du’er, your injury has muddled your mind.”
Lu Wenzhou looked at her.
“If my mind were muddled, I wouldn’t know that the accounts room is going to catch fire tonight.”
The steward’s head snapped up.
This time, he failed to hide it.
Madam Pei glanced at him.
It was only a brief look.
Yet it was like a blade.
Suddenly, I understood.
The steward was not the mastermind.
He was only the hand.
The one truly capable of moving him was Madam Pei.
This woman, who had not shed a tear even when blood was spilled on her son’s wedding night.
The physician was summoned.
As before, I saved Lu Wenzhou.
But this time, we did not stop the steward from touching the knife.
He thought we were panicking.
While everyone was gathered around Lu Wenzhou, he crouched down and picked up the knife through a handkerchief.
I saw it.
Lu Wenzhou saw it too.
He suddenly coughed.
Blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
Everyone turned to look at him.
I lowered my head in that instant.
And got a clear look at the knife handle.
It had been clean before.
But after the steward wiped it with his handkerchief, a faint red wax mark appeared.
Not blood.
Wax.
The same as what had been under Ah Lu’s fingernails.
More precisely, within the wax mark was half an imprint.
Like the character “Pei,” damaged after being pried up with the tip of a blade.
The Pei Family’s Deed Seal.
This knife had not merely been used to stab someone.
It had also been used to pry something open.
I said, “Steward Qin.”
He stopped.
I raised my head and looked at him.
“That handkerchief you used to pick up the knife, may I have a look?”
