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Chapter 65 "Miss, you've finally arrived."

When Marquis Anyang learned that Gu Junze had ordered the entire mansion sealed off because of the death of a servant, he was extremely displeased.

He was just a servant; he died, so what? What household doesn't lose a few servants?

The stepmother's poisoning of her stepson made the Marquis of Anyang's mansion a laughing stock in the streets and alleys.

They're sealing off the government offices now. If word gets out, what will people think?

Aren't there enough crazy rumors circulating in the capital?

"You unfilial son! To make such a fuss over a mere servant!"

Gu Junze sat in his wheelchair, looking at Marquis Anyang with a determined gaze. "Father, the wet nurse is not an ordinary servant. She has taken care of Han'er since he was a child and they are like family."

"Now that she has died under mysterious circumstances, how can we let it go so easily? Your son is pursuing the truth and restoring peace to the Marquis's mansion."

Marquis Anyang narrowed his eyes slightly, a complex expression in his gaze. His behavior was becoming more and more like "her".

"Enough, enough. Investigate this matter as soon as possible and don't cause any more trouble, or I will hold you responsible!" With that, he turned and left.

Chu Ruohan knew that there were only a few people in this mansion who wanted to kill her.

She found out that Chu Nanxin had gone to Zizhu Pavilion two days ago and stayed there for a long time before coming out.

Hasn't Baoling always kept her doors closed to visitors?

She absolutely refused to believe that the wet nurse's death had nothing to do with the two of them.

Even tigers have their moments of weakness; she made a careless move, and the two of them took advantage of the situation.

That night, dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

Chu Ruohan's face was cold and stern, her eyes flashing with a chilling light. She had Song Ruyan tie up Chu Nanxin.

When Chu Nanxin saw her, she was terrified and struggled incessantly, making "mmmmm" sounds, her eyes filled with pleading.

But Song Ruyan ignored her and roughly dragged her along the stone path.

Chu Ruohan gave Chu Nanxin a cold glance, her gaze like an ice blade that seemed to pierce her soul, before walking straight toward the Purple Bamboo Pavilion.

The Purple Bamboo Pavilion was quiet and pitch black. Chu Ruohan went directly into the inner room where Bao Ling was staying.

As soon as she stepped inside, Song Ruyan noticed a strange smell, a somewhat pungent odor that made her frown.

The walls were plastered with pepper paste, which naturally gave off a faint fragrance, so Song Ruyan couldn't detect the strangeness in them.

She glanced around, then threw Chu Nanxin hard to the ground. Chu Nanxin groaned as she fell, her eyes filled with tears and fear.

"No need to look anymore. I've sent all the servants away. We're the only ones left in the entire Purple Bamboo Pavilion."

In the darkness, Bao Ling sat stiffly on the bed, motionless, with only her eyes gleaming in the darkness, as if she had been waiting for them all along.

“Miss, you’ve finally arrived.” Bao Ling’s voice was unusually calm, revealing no trace of joy or anger.

Suppressing her anger, Chu Ruohan asked in a cold voice, "Why did you kill the wet nurse?"

Bao Ling was silent for a moment, then let out a sinister laugh that sounded particularly terrifying in the darkness.

"She tricked me into taking abortion pills, killed my child, and now it's just a matter of one life paying for another." At this point, her voice suddenly became shrill, filled with resentment, "Miss, Miss, I've served you since I was a child, why did you have to harm me?"

This question sounded familiar; she had asked Baoling the same question in her past life.

But how did she answer?

You are only high and mighty because you were born into the Chu family, while I was born into the wrong family and was sold into slavery, so I can only be a maidservant.

Now that you're down on your luck, do you still want me to suffer with you?

Now I am the master of this Marquis of Anyang's mansion, and you are nothing but a widow who brings misfortune to her husband.

Chu Ruohan didn't resent her for seeking a better future for herself, but she shouldn't have done that, in order to please Gu's mother, she reached out to them with poisonous hands.

She killed the wet nurse, sent Yuling to a brothel, and beat her mercilessly, whipping her repeatedly...

Even if she had just stood by and watched, Chu Ruohan wouldn't have hated her this much.

This is merely paying off a debt from a past life.

In this life, she is reborn and plans carefully, taking each step with utmost caution, striving with all her might to change her fate and protect those around her.

If she doesn't scheme and always stay ahead of others, Baoling will still betray her at any time.

But the wet nurse still died.

As her thoughts raced, Chu Ruohan suddenly felt a sliding sensation on her toes, and her body instantly tensed.

I know exactly what that feeling is like—it's a snake!

A chill ran down her spine, and she stood motionless.

Baoling smiled smugly as she looked at Chu Ruohan's nervous expression, then lit the tinderbox in her hand.

As the faint light flickered, the scene inside the house gradually became clear, and everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The room was teeming with snakes; their writhing forms were everywhere—on the floor, on the screen, inside the vases, and on the tables and chairs.

"Ugh..." Chu Nanxin's eyes widened, filled with terror and despair. She struggled desperately, trying to break free of the ropes binding her and get away from these terrifying venomous snakes.

Seeing this, Song Ruyan immediately scolded, "Don't move! These snakes won't attack people unless you move them. The more you move, the more they will see you as a threat!"

Chu Nanxin turned pale with fright, tears welling up in her eyes, but she still forced herself to remain still and dared not move.

She doesn't want to die.

However, at that moment, a snake slowly crawled up Chu Nanxin's leg, and Chu Nanxin felt the cold, slippery touch.

His body trembled violently, urine flowed uncontrollably, and a pungent, foul odor filled the air.

Looking at Chu Nanxin's disheveled appearance, Chu Ruohan felt no pity whatsoever.

"Chu Ruohan, why don't you also taste the despair of being bitten by a poisonous snake before you die! Hahaha..." Bao Ling roared hysterically, as if she had gone mad.

The rotting face looked particularly grotesque and terrifying in the dim light.

"No, it's tung oil!" Song Ruyan sniffed hard, smelling that strange, faint, and slightly pungent odor.

Then it dawned on me what that strange smell I had just been thinking about was.

Bao Ling was prepared. She had been disfigured and lost the favor of the Marquis of Anyang. She couldn't defeat Chu Ruohan, so she decided to perish together with him!

It's a pity that Yuling didn't come along...

Baoling lit the bed curtains with a tinderbox.

With a whoosh, the flames shot up high, greedily licking everything around them. In the blink of an eye, the fire spread with tremendous force.

The orange-red flames illuminated the room, and thick smoke billowed up from it.

The snakes in every corner of the room, startled by the sudden fire, writhed wildly in the flames, some hissing in pain as they were burned.

The pungent smell of burning, the smell of burning tung oil, and the fishy stench emanating from the venomous snakes mingled together, filling the room that was engulfed in flames.

Baoling stood amidst the sea of ​​fire, her eyes vacant yet revealing a sense of liberated relief...