He Also Transmigrated on the Wedding Night - Chapter 6
Chapter 6
The steward did not hand it over.
Of course he wouldn’t.
He immediately set the knife down on the floor.
“Young Madam, you jest. This servant was merely afraid the murder weapon might hurt someone.”
I nodded.
“That’s what you said the first time, too.”
The room fell silent.
Lu Wenzhou glanced at me.
I knew I had let something slip.
But it didn’t matter.
On this final round, we didn’t need to pretend we were flawless.
We needed to make the killer panic.
Madam Pei asked, “The first time?”
I smiled faintly.
“I mean, the servants in your household are so well trained. Every one of them sounds as though they knew what to say in advance.”
Madam Pei’s face turned cold.
Over in the side room, Ah Lu was dead as before.
We had not saved her.
Something seemed to stab into my heart.
But I knew we could not save someone the killer had already trapped in a dead end.
At least, not in the first two rounds.
This time, we had to make her death mean something.
When Ah Lu’s body was carried in, I did not look at the strangulation marks on her neck.
I looked at her hands.
The red wax was still there.
The steward saw it too.
For an instant, his expression changed.
Madam Pei, however, was steadier than he was.
“What is there to look at on a dead maid’s hand?”
I said, “Before she died, she touched the wedding candles.”
“What does that prove?”
“It proves she wasn’t going to deal with the bloodstained clothes.”
I raised my eyes.
“She went to the bridal chamber to retrieve something for someone.”
Whispers began to ripple through the room.
Madam Pei said coolly, “Shen Lingyi, if you continue spouting nonsense, I can only have the constables gag you first.”
I ignored her.
I looked at Lu Wenzhou.
He understood what I meant.
He closed his eyes as if the poison were flaring up, his voice coming in broken gasps.
“The accounts room.”
“The Red Deed.”
“It might as well be burned.”
Madam Pei’s gaze darkened.
She thought he was talking in his delirium.
I immediately followed up.
“Lu Wenzhou. No, Pei Du, what do you mean?”
He coughed up blood.
“The Red Deed isn’t in the accounts room.”
“It’s under the lamp.”
Madam Pei’s hand finally clenched tight.
She did not look at the red candles.
She looked at the steward.
That one glance was enough.
The steward slipped out amid the chaos.
We did not stop him.
The constables would arrive soon.
Madam Pei had to deal with the red candles before they came.
She could not let the steward do it.
Because the steward had already touched the knife.
If he touched the wedding candles too, the risk would be too great.
So she had to act herself.
I pretended to be provoked by the divorce letter and began arguing with Lu Wenzhou.
He pretended not to believe me either.
Our fight was ugly.
Like a truly embittered couple.
Madam Pei finally walked over to the table.
She reached out to steady the pair of red candles.
This was the moment I had been waiting for.
“Madam.”
I said, “Why are you touching the lamp?”
Her hand froze.
“The red candle is about to fall.”
I glanced at it.
The red candle stood perfectly steady.
Steadier than anyone else in the room.
Lu Wenzhou slowly opened his eyes.
“Mother,”
he said.
“I never said which lamp it was.”
Madam Pei’s fingers had stopped on the candlestick on the left.
Not the right.
Not the one closer to Lu Wenzhou.
It was the exact shade of red wax found beneath Ah Lu’s fingernails.
