Chapter 1863: The Frail Young Master's Auspicious Bride 18

Ye Yuchi's face turned cold the instant Jin Chen left; her slender, upturned eyes were like a hook of a sharp saber, and she glanced down at Da Niu, who had failed to kill himself.

Tie him up and take him to the woodshed; I'll interrogate him slowly.

Yes, young mistress.

Duoyu immediately gestured for people to come help, not daring to be ambiguous.

In the woodshed.

Under Ye Yuchi's direction, a pot of boiling, bubbling water was lit where Da Niu knelt, and servants continually added firewood.

Even in winter, the narrow woodshed was scorching hot.

【8> Da Niu lowered his head, sweat dripping drop by drop onto the ground; beside him lay several short knives and daggers, which Ye Yuchi had people search out of his pockets.

Da Niu lowered his head, sweat dripping drop by drop onto the ground, and beside him lay scattered several short knives and daggers, which Ye Yuchi had people search out from his bosom.

His voice was hoarse, as if speaking were extremely difficult, and his protruding scarlet eyes glared fiercely at Ye Yuchi.

I just want to kill the young master! I've been looking for an opportunity!

Ye Yuchi lifted her cold eyes slightly, her voice icy like a winter ravine: 'Quite honest.'

Then, who ordered you?

Da Niu bent his thick neck, heated to a glowing red, panting heavily, yet said nothing.

Hey you! The young mistress is asking you! Duoyu wiped his sweat, annoyed, and scolded, 'Hasn't the Jin manor treated you well?'

Ye Yuchi rubbed her slender fingers against her cuff a few times, lowered her eyes, and said: 'If you won't talk, then go think about it in the pot; after all, distinguished guests are arriving today, and I have plenty of time to wear you down.'

Da Niu's pupils contracted as he glanced at the boiling water pot; the rope binding his body prevented him from even killing himself quickly.

Those working in the woodshed knew best that water at this temperature wouldn't scald someone to death instantly; it would slowly boil them alive, flesh and skin thoroughly cooked, before they died.

'If you speak now, I can let you die more easily.' Ye Yuchi narrowed her phoenix eyes, but their chill made Da Niu shudder inexplicably.

Yes, yes...

Da Niu bowed his back deeply, closed his eyes, and said: 'It's Master Sheng.'

Ye Yuchi neither knew nor had heard of any Master Sheng in Chuan Ze Cheng; she glanced lightly at Duoyu.

Watch him well.

Duoyu grunted, then asked: 'Young mistress, shouldn't we report to the madam?'

'The young marquis has arrived; the manor now has many more spies.'

Ye Yuchi left, idly turning the jade ring Jin Chen had given her on her finger, and said: 'Family disgrace should not be aired outside.'

He had just reached the woodshed door when he suddenly heard Da Niu's hoarse howl from behind, as if mocking: 'The young master won't live much longer!'

He's sick to the bone; this is just a temporary rally—he'll surely die soon!

'What nonsense are you spouting!' Duoyu kicked him in anger, 'You want to die cursing the young master!'

Ye Yuchi's steps halted; her heart felt as if suddenly clenched, losing all reason and composure.

'If Jin Chen dies, Master Sheng will avenge him… uh!'

Ye Yuchi turned expressionlessly, picked up the short knife from the ground, and stabbed it hard into Da Niu's eye socket; blood spurted.

The two servants and Duoyu in the woodshed were suddenly shocked, not daring to breathe.

Duoyu was quick-witted; he hurriedly re-locked the woodshed door.

Da Niu's agonized howl was piercing; Ye Yuchi ruthlessly pulled out the short knife, tossed it casually to the ground, and her phoenix eyes grew deep and dark.

'Jin Chen won't die; those who wish him dead deserve to die.'

Ye Yuchi whispered, in the fear Da Niu couldn't see, like a ghost demanding his life.

Having said that, he strode away; his phoenix eyes hid extreme anxiety, a faint panic only he knew.

Returning to the Springfall Courtyard, Jin Chen sat under the plum tree, studying the invitation on the stone table.

Hearing hurried footsteps, Jin Chen looked up, puzzled: 'Ah Chi, what's… huh.'

Before he could finish the question, a slightly trembling husband appeared in his embrace.

'What's wrong? Did that ox say something he shouldn't have, making Ah Chi angry?'

Jin Chen let Ye Yuchi sit on him, held and pinched her neck, then kissed her cheek.

After coaxing him for a while, Ye Yuchi lifted her eyes to look at him, her voice somewhat choked.

'Da Niu said he's Master Sheng's man, took orders and money to kill you, and also said you…'

The rest of the words, Ye Yuchi, who had lived two lives and truly believed in spirits and gods, dared not speak aloud.

He had suffered a lifetime of hardship before earning this hard-won redemption; if those wandering spirits heard it and truly took her husband's life, what could be done?

Even if Ye Yuchi didn't say it, Jin Chen could guess as much.

It was nothing more than his own frail body.

'He's talking nonsense, Ah Chi.' Jin Chen lowered his head to kiss the husband's ear, his eyes drooping, filled with gentle light and shadow.

'I won't die; with Ah Chi by my side, I will live a long life with you.'

Long life…

In his previous life, Jin Chen died on the wedding night, and he himself was hacked to death by random blades after years of painful wandering.

Long life is truly an overly tempting blessing.

Ye Yuchi lay on Jin Chen's shoulder, finally separating briefly from his embrace, sat up to look at him, and her eyes still held lingering fear.

'Didn't I say before? In the dream I met our fate with Ah Chi, my body would improve, as long as you don't leave me.'

'I won't.' Ye Yuchi hurriedly said.

Jin Chen chuckled lightly, stroking the red mark on Ye Yuchi's neck, and said: 'Then what is Ah Chi afraid of?'

Ye Yuchi took a deep breath, then saw the invitation on the stone table, and said: 'Is this… from Young Marquis Duan?'

Yes.

Jin Chen embraced him, picked up the invitation, and said: 'It says after New Year's Eve, they invite us to gather at his maternal grandfather's Liu family, or some sort of plum blossom gathering.'

Wax plum—there's plenty of it in Luochun Courtyard.

But they all know full well that Ye Zining is now quite close to Duan Linfeng, and this plum-viewing banquet has practically invited all the notable young masters and misses from Chuan Ze Cheng.

I'm afraid the drunkard's intention isn't the wine.

Ye Yuchi looked at the invitation with disgust, her phoenix eyes narrowing into a thin, cold, contemptuous arc.

But since Duan Linfeng wants to put on a show.

Then why not go with the flow and, in one fell swoop, make sure the Ye family can never rise again?

"All right, A Ci, we won't worry about those."

Jin Chen casually tucked away the invitation, hugged Ye Yuchi and kissed her again, his hand stroking back and forth over her slightly arched back, and said happily: "The day after tomorrow is New Year's Eve; I heard Mother has already prepared all the New Year goods that needed to be bought."

"But I still have many things I want to get; A Ci, come with me to take a look."

Ye Yuchi leaned into his embrace, of course not objecting, but "Right now many shops are shut; even ours are all closed."

"It's fine; what I need isn't on the street—it's in the storeroom."

Ye Yuchi widened her eyes. "Could it be… my father's storeroom?"

"A Ci is so smart."

Ye Yuchi hesitated a little.

Ye Yuchi timidly wrapped their arms around Jin Chen's neck, "Husband, if Father blames us, we'll both get scolded."

Ji Ji De's aura is too intimidating, really frightening.

That's what a strict father amounts to.

"Tomorrow my older and second older brothers will be back; they'll help me take the blame."

Jin Chen was resolute.

Ye Yuchi: "......"