Chapter 439: Previous Life: The Whole Family Learned of Luoluo's Death!

Hui, Madam Hui, Second Miss, she—she has already left!

That night, the servant boy who had wrapped Li Qingluo's body stumbled out running and fell to his knees on the ground.

Qu Shi had not yet reacted.

"Left? Where did she go?"

But soon she raised her eyebrows angrily: "What nerve! She actually ran off without even saying a word!"

"Where did she go? Hurry up and bring her back!"

Afterwards, she gave Zhuang Wei an apologetic look.

"Zhuang Sanlang, Luoluo has always been a bit unmannered, after all she grew up in the mountains since childhood, so her behavior is crude and she doesn't know etiquette."

"Compared to Zhuzhu, she is indeed lacking in many ways."

"But we will certainly discipline her well before her marriage, so she can at least be presentable and not bring shame to your Zhongyi Hou Fu."

Zhuang Wei felt an indescribable vexation in his chest.

Last time, under the pretext of teaching Li Qingluo manners, he had already sent the etiquette granny to come daily to the Jiangjun Fu to torment her.

However, the etiquette granny returned saying that Li Qingluo was actually a girl who learns anything quickly and does so earnestly.

Even when she was exhausted to the point of biting her lips until they bled and her swollen feet could barely stand, she never complained of fatigue.

She never gave up.

That granny had originally come full of vigor, intending to make Li Qingluo suffer a bit.

But in the end, she too was somewhat genuinely moved by Li Qingluo's perseverance.

She also said that in Jinling City, one could no longer find a girl with such resolute character.

It's just a pity that she met her end in this manor…

At that time, even Zhuang Wei felt somewhat surprised upon hearing it.

That was the person who ranked among the strictest etiquette instructors in Jinling City; if someone earned such praise from her, how could their character be bad?

At that moment, Zhuang Wei's heart first wavered a little.

Is she really the murderer who killed Zhuzhu?

Is everything merely a coincidence?

Now that Zhuzhu has returned alive, Zhuang Wei's resentment toward Li Qingluo has already mostly dissipated.

He also clearly understands that she is indeed innocent, caught up and wronged.

But, having grown up as childhood sweethearts with Zhuzhu, he simply cannot tolerate anyone else.

However, upon hearing the Jiangjun Fu's lady insult his own daughter just now, Zhuang Sanlang also felt a sense of discomfort.

"Since she is not at home, I, the junior, will rather come another day…"

Before his words even finished, the servant boy kowtowed hard and said, "Madam!"

"You, you have misheard."

"Second Miss, Second Miss is not the one who left."

"She, she has already been dead."

"On the very day the Eldest Daughter returned to the manor, we slaves went to report it to the front courtyard."

"But back then, you all… you all didn't believe…"

"And you said it was her trick… this…"

"This, this has already been several days. Today is still the girl's seventh day after death."

The servant boy's heart kept beating nervously.

After all, the deceased was, after all, this household's Second Miss; even if she died without a white mourning banner, it seems the manor has forgotten this matter altogether.

These past days, the manor has been filled with laughter and joy, bustling with merriment.

Especially today, because the Eldest Daughter has been betrothed by the Prince Yun's Mansion, red decorations have been hung everywhere.

But today is actually that Second Miss's seventh day after death!

Only now does the servant boy feel a chill down his spine, daring not to deceive further about this matter.

For fear that the Second Miss might become a vengeful ghost and come to settle scores with him.

Upon hearing this, Qu Shi's face turned deathly pale as she stumbled backward.

"What, what are you saying?"

"You wretched slave, what exactly are you saying?"

"Say it again!"

Qu Shi's attendant Granny Chang stepped forward and slapped the servant boy.

"Is it the Miss who had you help deceive the lady, so as to hurt her feelings?"

"Why won't you tell the truth?"

Qu Shi also instantly concluded this to be true.

"Exactly, it must be Luoluo deliberately colluding with you to trick me!"

"How wonderful, truly lawless—actually fabricating such nonsense!"

"Come, someone, drag this dog of a slave away and give him twenty heavy blows as a warning to others!"

The other servants in charge of the stables, seeing this, all rushed out crying, "Madam, this is all true——"

"The Miss has really departed."

"We servants dare not lie about this matter."

"The Miss was frozen to death."

"She, she just wanted a blanket. But, but the servants had received the Eldest Son's order, saying to let the Miss endure some hardship and not attend to her…"

This, this is what happened.

When the servants went to the front courtyard to report, you all heard it, didn't you?

The servants thought, thought...

Several servants secretly glanced at each other, all feeling guilty and not daring to look up.

This matter can't be kept hidden.

If the master had come to ask a few days earlier, they wouldn't have grown more fearful over these days.

But no matter what, they were not wrong.

Because from the beginning, they had already reported it; it was the master who was too heartless...

Zhuang Wei, who hadn't left yet, was also startled.

He felt no expected joy, only a surge of nameless anger.

"What do you think?"

"You thought no one in this household cared about her anymore, so after no one believed it once, you stopped mentioning this matter!!"

Servants:...

Isn't it that this household never cared about that second young lady?

Their daily life was even worse than that of these servants.

If it weren't for the mistress herself running to the stables today, they wouldn't know how long it would take before they believed this death notice.

Zhuang Wei himself felt a jolt in his heart.

This Jiangjun Fu probably really has no one who cares about Li Qingluo.

Even he himself...

More guilt welled up in his heart.

He even felt somewhat at a loss.

Could she really have died?

Qu Shi: "No!"

"This isn't true—"

"Luo'er!"

"Luo'er—Mother has come—don't joke anymore, Mother will be heartbroken."

"Luo'er?"

"Luo'er, come out quickly, don't play hide-and-seek with Mother. Are you deceiving Mother?"

"No!"

"Luo'er doesn't even have a corpse; you're clearly deceiving people!"

"This isn't true; she had you come to deceive me—"

Qu Shi suddenly became grief-stricken.

Unwilling to believe all of this.

However, that young servant's sentence once again firmly pinned her to the spot.

"Yes, it was the eldest son who said that that night..."

"Drag, drag the second young lady away to feed the dogs..."

"Madam, the second young lady's remains must have already been cleaned off by wild dogs..."

Qu Shi couldn't bear the blow, her eyes rolled back and she fainted on the spot.

The Li family, thus fell into a ridiculous state of war chaos.

Li Qingluo, watching all this from the side, gave a cold chuckle and really didn't want to stay any longer.

However, no matter how she walked, she actually couldn't get out.

She soon gave up.

It seems today really is her seventh day after death.

So she was trapped inside this Jiangjun Fu.

Li Chao Jing soon also learned of this.

"It's actually true?"

He held in one hand the long betrothal list from Prince Yun's Mansion, and with the other listened to the steward speak the truth.

"Sir, look... should we take down all the red cloth?"

Li Chao Jing frowned slightly: "What would taking it down be for?"

"Dead is dead; since this is already settled, there's no need to make a fuss, lest it reach Prince Yun's ears and make him displeased."

"In a few days, we'll say externally that she died of illness, which can be considered giving her dignity."

"Steward: 'But... the second young lady's remains can't be found anymore.'"

Li Chao Jing: "Then let's make a memorial tomb."

"Give her a place for her soul to return; this also fulfills our Li family's bloodline affection. Go on."

Li Qingluo floated to and fro in the vast Jiangjun Fu.

Suddenly, she arrived at Lan Cang Courtyard.

She heard Li Kechuan's angry roar coming from inside.

"She's dead; what more do you want from me?"

"She shouldn't have come back to this household in the first place!"

"As long as Zhu'er returns alive, whether she is dead or alive makes no difference."

Qu Shi choked with sobs: "Chuan'er, she is ultimately your blood sister!"

"How could you speak like that?"

Li Qingzhu stood in the shadow by the door, hearing this, she clenched the handkerchief in her hand tightly.

She seemed unable to bear the injustice any longer and rushed out.

"Mother, Brother, it's all Zhu'er's fault..."

"It was Zhu'er's willful behavior back then that caused Luo'er to suffer endless injustice."

"She will surely resent Zhu'er; if Zhu'er had returned earlier, she wouldn't have suffered those hardships."

"The death of Luo'er is a guilt Zhu'er cannot atone for even with ten thousand deaths—"

Li Qingzhu cried even more sorrowfully than Qu Shi.

This made Qu Shi and Li Kechuan feel even worse inside.

They stepped forward together to comfort Li Qingzhu.

"Zhu'er, this is her fate. Mother won't speak of it anymore, and you shouldn't bring it up either."

"Good child, Mother knows you would kindly take the blame yourself. But how could this be your fault?"

"You are Mother's heart and flesh!"

Li Kechuan also stood aside, coldly saying: "If she dares to resent you, I will make her die with her spirit unresting!"

Li Qingluo's originally dead heart once again surged with resentment.

She had indeed dreamed a beautiful dream.

In the dream, they all got what they deserved, meeting a miserable end.

But in reality, they have never faced retribution for their deeds—

Her eyes instantly turned blood-red.

In her fury, she waved a hand, and all the lights of the Jiangjun Fu swayed and then went out with a snap.

"Ah!"

Li Qingzhu let out a startled cry and dove into the embrace of Qu Shi and her son.

"Well, it's so dark."

The servants outside the courtyard muttered: "How did all the candles suddenly go out?"

"Yes, it's too strange."

"Huh? Why won't they light?"

"Come quick, this side won't light either."

"What's going on—could it be that the Second Miss has returned?"

"Today is her seventh day; could it really be her vengeful spirit returning?"

Upon hearing these words, Li Qingzhu and Li Kechuan both turned pale.

Especially Li Kechuan, thinking of what he had done to Li Qingluo, his heart fluttered with panic.

Li Qingzhu was no better; her fear kept her from leaving Qu Shi's side even a step.

Qu Shi silently shed tears: "Grudges, could it be that even in death she won't let us go?"

Li Qingluo revealed a strange smile in the darkness.

She looked satisfied at her own hand.

Who would have thought that, as a ghost, she still possessed such ability?

Then tonight, no one in the entire Jiangjun Fu will get any sleep!

However, she had barely finished thinking when a servant rushed in from outside to report.

"Master—Eldest Young Master—"

"Madam, the Eldest Miss is not well—"

"Outside, outside, it's all officials from the Ministry of Justice!"

"And, and also Prince Su—Prince Su has come as well—"