Chapter 180: Wedding Rehearsal

Clues couldn't be destroyed, only transferred. She borrowed the grandfather's name to have Feng Liping keep vigil and burn incense, having moved these things to the mourning hall early on.

Therefore, no one guessed that the grandfather's funeral had been interrupted, and no one went to ask what had happened to the in-laws' grandfather.

And naturally, they wouldn't associate it with Feng Liping washing the old man's clothes while keeping vigil, and how she "accidentally" fell into the water while washing clothes.

Tiffany discovered it.

Just as they were about to leave, Tiffany really felt something was wrong. The ointment and soup matched the herbs under the murderer's bed, how could they have no effect?

She didn't go back with the twin sisters, but returned to the kang alone, observing the herbs, racking her brains to recall the few herbal knowledge she had learned in Vibens.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration, and she figured it out.

Careless, too careless.

These herbs weren't honeysuckle at all, but angel's trumpet.

These two herbs looked too much alike; once dried, you couldn't tell the difference at all.

Honeysuckle was for clearing heat and detoxifying, with no toxicity. Angel's trumpet was different; it had a terrifying name called Mandora.

Honeysuckle's corolla was relatively slender, a curved tube shape, like a small withered straw.

Even when withered, angel's trumpet could still show its wider and shorter trumpet-shaped outline, appearing more "fleshy".

The whole Mandora plant was poisonous, especially the seeds.

A small amount could relieve pain and suppress coughing, but if the dosage was even slightly over, it would make people hallucinate and have blurred consciousness. If they ate more, the respiratory center would be paralyzed.

Her pupils constricted.

So, there was a possibility: Feng Liping didn't die of suffocation from accidentally falling into the river, but of suffocation from poisoning.

Her heart pounded. She stood up quickly, intending to tell others this news.

But as soon as she returned to Ya Shan Village, she was pulled away by a group of guests. They were cheering and shouting, wanting to rehearse for the bride. Tiffany was dumbfounded.

"Rehearsal??? I'm not the bride."

An old woman shook her head. "What are you saying? You are all brides, you all have to rehearse."

Tiffany was pulled away just like that, completely unaware that Sun Er and Sun Jiu had already been pulled away to rehearse before this.

This was the last task from each residence. She was surrounded, the gongs and drums making her ears buzz.

In the gloomy old house, she saw Qiao Yinuo, who had been waiting here with a nervous expression.

"The formation is too big..."

She muttered, watching this group of people decorating, hanging lanterns on the house, pasting "Double Happiness" symbols on the windows, laying red carpets in the middle of the road, placing fire basins, and even hanging a peace charm on the cow's nose.

"The last task."

Tiffany swallowed. "Although our residence's danger coefficient is only three stars, this time, we must deal with it cautiously."

Qiao Yinuo nodded nervously.

On the other side, the main residence was still in a festive appearance, gongs and drums deafening, the emcee organizing the manuscript, preparing to start the rehearsal.

Mao Fu sat on the side, watching silently. A shadow pressed down. He looked up; in front of him was an expressionless girl.

"Wedding rehearsal, why isn't the groom here?"

Mao Fu snorted coldly. "My son has many things to be busy with, unlike those idlers."

He didn't show it on the surface, but cold sweat broke out in his heart.

He didn't know how it happened, but this time when Mao Rongjun came home, he was more opinionated and colder than before.

He didn't ask about him, his father, and was busy all day, not knowing what he was doing. Instead, those leaders from the city came here to wander around every day. He wanted to recommend his son, but he couldn't, as the person couldn't be found at all.

"If he isn't here, I won't rehearse."

Once this was said, Mao Fu's eyes widened. He slapped his thigh and stood up, glaring fiercely at Su Mian.

"What did you say?!"

"You aren't rehearsing?"

Other people who were busy heard this and turned their heads instantly, all looking here, their smiles all retracted, revealing eerie and dull expressions.

"Rehearsal... rehearsal..."

They repeated, as if they had suddenly turned into a group of puppets without consciousness, pressing forward. Just as the system said, the main residence's danger coefficient was five stars.

But Su Mian didn't even give that group a look. She looked at Mao Fu, who was determined, sure that the girl would continue to rehearse because of fear.

A small knife suddenly slid out of Su Mian's sleeve, instantly pressing against Mao Fu's neck. In an instant, the wind direction changed.

"Don't move."

She said coldly. Mao Fu's breathing stalled. Realizing something was held against his neck, his face instantly lost its blood color.

He hadn't expected this bride to be so bold. He raised his hands tremblingly. Other guests also regained their sanity following Mao Fu's consciousness and panicked.

"Oh my, girl, what are you doing!"

"Sin, sin, what are you doing!"

"Are we still getting married or not?"

Su Mian ignored the others' rebukes. She looked into the distance indifferently, as if talking to the air, or perhaps talking to herself.

"I want to see the groom."

"Where are we going to find the groom for you? This child is truly stubborn!"

"Put the knife down quickly, or I'll call the police!"

She lowered her eyes and repeated again.

"I. Want. To. See. The. Groom."

This time, no one spoke anymore. The courtyard was silent, because a tall man was standing at the door.

Su Mian looked at him and put down the knife in her hand.

Seeing the situation wasn't right, the relatives quickly packed their bags and tidied up, fleeing this place of right and wrong. Mao Fu knocked over his stool and crawled into the main residence with trembling legs.

There were several tables between the two, covered with wedding candy, paper flowers, and various beautiful red envelopes—some with kittens on the cover, others with lavender, little snakes, little doves, roses, and so on and so forth.

"You are avoiding me."

A Si, or rather Mao Rongjun, walked forward a few steps and stood still in front of Su Mian.

"What should I call you?"

Su Mian raised her eyes, her eyelashes trembling. "Chen Xihuai, Mao Rongjun, or... Mountain God?"

A Si's eyes were deep, looking down at her. "Mian Mian is so smart."

He tucked a stray lock of the girl's hair behind her ear, his tone light and slow.

"This is where I was born."

"At that time, I was just a little snake, raised by Li Meili's grandfather."

"... Why bring those things here, and also, why are you unwilling to tell me you replaced Mao Rongjun's identity?"

It would be fine if she didn't know A Si was Mao Rongjun, but now that she knew, those places that were not right before seemed to have an answer that made Su Mian feel uneasy.

"Marry me, you don't need to do anything, wife."

"No need to tidy the wardrobe, no need to wash clothes, no need to cook. You are here, and I am very happy. If you could stay and accompany me forever..."

"I think how happy I would be."

"You are right. At that time, he said I was like a kitten, and also like a butterfly, needing to fly to the sky, needing to pick all kinds of flowers, needing to see the beautiful world."

"So he knew you wouldn't stay."

... ===== CHAPTER 181 =====