Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The next day, when Su Yingxue returned to the manor, Su Qingzhi already knew about her visit to the Changxin Marquisâs Manor. Instead of scolding her, he even praised her.
Su Yingxue clung to her grandfatherâs arm, acting playfully. âGrandpa, you spoil me so much. Iâm going to be completely pampered.â
Su Qingzhi looked at her with eyes full of affection.
In his heart, he thought, so what if she gets spoiled? His granddaughter deserved all the love in the world.
However, his sigh carried a hint of helplessness. âEven if I spoil you, I can only do so for a little while longer. Once you marry the Ninth Prince, I wonât have the chance to pamper you.â
âWho says so? Even after I marry, Iâll still be your granddaughter!â Su Yingxue pretended to be angry. âAre you saying that after I marry, youâll only spoil Sister Han and Miaomiao?â
Su Qingzhi stroked his beard. âThatâs true. Hanâer and Miaoyan still donât have marriage arrangements.â
Su Yingxue puffed her cheeks. She understood she would soon be married off, and her grandfather would then turn his attention to her cousins.
Despite her playful words, there were still responsibilities in the manor to attend to.
Su Han saw her coming out of Su Qingzhiâs room and pulled her aside. She whispered, âSu Jinxuan is dead.â
Su Yingxue was slightly surprised. âWhen did it happen?â
âHis body was found today. Itâs already cold. Do you want to see?â
Su Yingxue nodded and went with her to Su Jinxuanâs courtyard.
Guards were stationed outside. Su Yingxue and Su Han went inside to examine Su Jinxuanâs body.
Saint Ruan, perhaps bored in the medicine hut, heard about the body and eagerly joined them.
Su Yingxue put on her gloves and was about to perform an autopsy on Su Jinxuan when Saint Ruan smelled the stench in the room. He frowned and said, âHow long has he been dead to smell this bad?â
Su Han investigated the courtyard and returned to report to Su Yingxue. âGrandfather originally had this courtyard guarded. Two people were supposed to serve Su Jinxuan daily, and Su Wei checked on him regularly. But with all the wedding preparations, no one paid attention to Su Jinxuan. Today, someone passing by smelled the strong stench. He came in to investigate, only to find⦠the people guarding Su Jinxuan had disappeared as well.â
âGone?â Saint Ruan flipped his hair dramatically. âThey delayed discovering Su Jinxuanâs death on purpose!â
This place was already neglected, so no one noticed when Su Jinxuan was quietly killed.
Saint Ruan clicked his tongue. âSomeone really hated Su Jinxuan!â
âIt wasnât a revenge killing,â Su Yingxue said seriously after examining the body.
âCould it be suicide? Someone as ruthless as Su Jinxuan wouldnât give up easily. If he couldnât kill you, heâd endure any torture. He wouldnât commit suicide,â Saint Ruan reasoned.
Someone like Su Jinxuan would never end his own life easily.
Su Han agreed. âSu Jinxuan was ruthless. If he had any chance of survival, he would have fought desperately. Even in death, he would have plotted against you.â
Knowing Su Jinxuanâs ruthless nature, Su Han understood him well.
She remembered what she had learned from Min Jia. âHis master is Wu Dao. That man is truly terrifying.â
After finishing the examination, Su Yingxue stood up to wash her hands. She frowned, her expression cold. âSu Jinxuan was drained of all his blood.â