After becoming a widow, I raised my traitor brother

Chapter 227 Your Daughter Killed My Daughter
"It's you!" Xing screamed, rushing forward to beat her regardless, "You pay for my Dujuan, you pay for my daughter's life!"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Luyou quickly twisted Xing's arm: "Presumptuous!"

"Ouch!" Mrs. Xing wailed violently, "Wei Zi, you bastard killed someone and still refuse to admit it, and you dare to instigate your maidservant to deal with me! Is there any law in the world?! Mother-in-law, your daughter killed me Daughter, tell me what to do!"

"elder sister……"

Wei Feifan hid behind Xue Ziyu, covering half of her face with a round fan, as if frightened.

She said softly: "Mother, it looks like Sister Du Juan was pushed down from the Weiran Pavilion. There are only her and my sister here. Could it be that my sister really killed her? But my sister has always been gentle and kind, how could she do such a thing as murder?" This kind of thing... there must be some misunderstanding in the middle."

The scene was bloody and chaotic.

Xue Ziyu frowned.

As far as she knew, Wei Zi and Xiao Dujuan had always had a bad relationship.

Wei Zi might not be incapable of murdering Xiao Dujuan.

After all, she grew up in the countryside and didn't understand any rules. Killing someone is a serious crime. If she hurts the Duke of Zhen and Fan'er's reputation and makes her not a good family, she will never forgive Wei Zi!
This daughter shouldn't be coming home!
She restrained her impatience, and asked, "Xiao Zi, did you push Xiao Dujuan off the towering pavilion? You tell the truth and voluntarily surrender to the crime. Maybe the Yamen will give you a lighter sentence because of your repentance." Fall."

The bell of the Buddhist temple came from a distance, and the sound was long.

The gloomy shadow of pines and cypresses fell on Wei Zi's white and tender cheeks, and the long eyelashes like crow feathers danced with golden light, which made the girl's brows calm and gentle, as if she had Buddha nature, not causing dust.

She stared at Xue Ziyu: "Like I said, I'm not the murderer. Would mother rather believe an outsider's baseless accusation than her own daughter's confession?"

Xue Ziyu was silent.

"Why is there no proof?!" Xing yelled with tears streaming down her face, "When the accident happened, it was just you and Du Juan, and you and her had always been at odds. Who else could it be if it wasn't you?! Could it be that there are Can't it be a ghost?!"

"I don't know if there are ghosts in the mountains." Wei Zi glanced at Wei Feishan, "I only know that the human heart is more terrifying than ghosts."

If so.

Wei Feishan blinked unnaturally, and then said softly: "We are all girls, it's frightening that this kind of thing happened, why don't we invite people from Dali Temple to take a look? If we can solve the case and find the murderer , can not only comfort sister Du Juan's spirit in heaven, but also clear her innocence."

"Look," Sun Huangchan suddenly pointed to Xiao Dujuan's hand, "she seems to be holding something in her hand."

Xing hurriedly held Xiao Dujuan's hand, and quickly took out a crumpled handkerchief from his palm.

The handkerchief was as white as snow, and it was already stained with bright red blood.

When Wei Feishan saw the handkerchief, he subconsciously touched his sleeve, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

How could her handkerchief be in Xiao Dujuan's hand? !
Mrs. Xing was about to take a closer look, when Xue Ziyu suddenly ordered: "Don't move!"

With Xing's dazed effort, Xue Ziyu had already snatched the handkerchief.

She stuffed the handkerchief into her sleeve, and said in a deep voice: "These things are all evidence, how can they be moved casually? The corpses can't be touched again, and if those clues are destroyed, when the Dali Temple officials send over, they will search for nothing. I can't come out."

Xing wiped away her tears, opened her mouth and said, "But—"

"No, but!" Xue Ziyu interrupted her, "Du Juan is my unmarried daughter-in-law. She was pushed off the Weiran Pavilion, and I feel very distressed. I want to know who the real culprit is more than anyone else. Could it be that you suspect that I will Is it okay to favor the murderer?!"

"When...of course not..."

Shocked by Xue Ziyu, Xing immediately stuttered.

Xue Ziyu sent a servant to invite the officials of Dali Temple.

While everyone was waiting, Xing stared at Xiao Dujuan's body and fainted repeatedly from crying.

Xue Ziyu sat on a clean blue stone in the mountains, watched Xing and Sun Huangchan's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law cry coldly, and calmly gave a look to the confidant maid who served behind her.

The maid was stunned, bit her lip and lowered her head.

I don't know how long it took before she tremblingly took out her handkerchief, and after crumpling her palm, pierced her palm silently with her nails, soaked the blood on the handkerchief, and then, avoiding everyone's sight, quietly stuffed the handkerchief into the handkerchief. Xue Ziyu.

Not far away, Luyou secretly glanced at Wei Zi: "Miss?"

Wei Zi always paid attention to Xue Ziyu from the corner of his eye. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help licking the corners of his lips.

The smile has no warmth.

After an unknown amount of time, officials from Dali Temple finally arrived.

Mrs. Xing grabbed the official robe of Dali Temple Chancellor, pointed at Wei Zi and cried, "My lord, she killed my daughter! I beg you to make the decision for me!"

The two officials quickly pushed her away: "Your Excellency is trying the case, don't talk too much!"

The Chancellor of Dali Temple learned about the situation, called Wei Zi over, and asked, "When Miss Wei came to the Weiran Pavilion, did she see the deceased already lying here?"

"Yes." Wei Zi nodded, telling the truth, "I was called by the maid of the second younger sister. As soon as I got here, I saw Xiao Dujuan fall from the towering pavilion. When I looked up at the pavilion, the murderer had already fled. I didn't see her face."

The Prime Minister of Dali Temple turned to Wei Feishan: "Miss Wei Er, you invited Miss Wei to come here?"

Wei Feishan whispered: "My lord, my maid invited everyone to watch Feihong, not just my sister. Perhaps my sister walked faster than us, so she arrived earlier. I am with my mother." They'll come over later."

The Chancellor of Dali Temple nodded, walked up to Xue Ziyu, bowed to her, and asked, "I heard that the deceased still held a handkerchief in his hand. May I ask Mrs. Duke, where is that handkerchief now?"

Xue Ziyu took out the handkerchief from his sleeve, and said calmly: "I don't know if this is considered as evidence. I was afraid that they would damage it if they held it in their hands, so I put it away in advance. Now that the adults are here, I can rest assured to put it away." Leave it to you for inspection."

It is an ordinary handkerchief.

It is probably used by maids, and the fabric is not high-quality.

The Chancellor of Dali Temple held it in his hand, and lowered his head to sniff the incense on the handkerchief. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that the maid behind Xue Ziyu lowered her head deeply, trembling all over, her face pale.

He immediately scolded: "You maidservant, why don't you raise your head quickly?!"

The maid suddenly fell to her knees: "My lord, have mercy! This handkerchief... this handkerchief belongs to a servant! It... has the name of the servant embroidered on it..."

The originally noisy pine forest suddenly fell into silence.

The Prime Minister of Dali Temple couldn't believe it, and said sharply: "This is yours?! Since it is your handkerchief, how could it be in the hands of the deceased?! Whether you killed the person or not, why don't you tell me quickly?!"

"My servant...my servant's name is Qinghe..." the maid cried, "my servant has long admired the eldest son, and the madam has also promised my servant that she will send my servant to serve the late son's room in the future. But Xiao Dujuan... Xiao Dujuan was the first to become a concubine for the son of the eldest son... the servant was jealous, so she took advantage of the opportunity to come to Yishan Temple to offer incense today, and pushed Xiao Dujuan down the Weiran Pavilion."

"No," Mrs. Xing wiped away her old tears, "You clearly came to the back mountain with us, how could you appear in the Weiran Pavilion alone?"

"Your servant is not lying!" Qing He choked up, "The servant deliberately left behind, took the path to climb up the Weiran Pavilion in advance, pushed Xiao Dujuan down, and then took the path back to look for you. You have been talking, and you have never noticed that the servant is gone. For a while..."

Before Dali Temple Chancellor and Mrs. Xing could ask carefully, she looked at Xue Ziyu with tears in her eyes: "This servant can only serve Madam and Young Lady here in this life."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly slammed into an ancient pine tree.

"Qing He!" Xue Ziyu's eyes were full of tears, and he hugged Qing He, who was bloody and breathless, as if he couldn't bear it, "You...you are confused!"

(End of this chapter)