The long box on the table caught her eyes from time to time. Hua Zhi pursed her lips, reached out to take it and opened it. She was not surprised when she saw that there was a hairpin inside, but when she held it in her hand, she was really surprised.
It was heavier than expected, just like the one she had used to hurt someone. One of the strands on the hairpin was actually a shrapnel, and the tip seemed to be unsealed. If she hadn't withdrawn her hand quickly, it would have been more than just a few scratches. Looking at the black color, it did look a bit like the legendary black iron...
Hua Zhiteng stood up and walked out of the door. Under the sunlight, the hairpin was indeed black with a hint of red. Could it be that this was really the legendary black iron? Black iron was famous for its hardness. As far as she knew, the cultural relics made of black iron were all heavy swords or axes. To make it so delicate...
Looking at the person walking out of the ear room, Hua Zhi wanted to step forward and ask if this was really black iron, but thinking of the atmosphere between the two of them before, she suppressed the idea. She could ask the question later. She really didn't want to talk to that person anymore today.
Hua Zhi bowed slightly and returned to the study.
Gu Yanxi watched with a smile. Even though he was about to return to the palace to face a lot of things, it did not affect his good mood at the moment.
Wang Rong, who was following behind with a lot of bags, lowered his eyes and felt that he should be more respectful to the eldest daughter of the Hua family.
Hua Zhi put the hairpin and the hairpin that Berlin had polished himself together. Although she had reached the age of 15, she was unwilling to use these things for the time being as she stayed at home all day. She should not be willful now while she still could. When she gets older, she won't be able to not tie her hair up even if she wants to.
The night of early spring was still a little chilly, and everything was quiet. In the dark alley, a figure stood up with difficulty, holding on to the wall. The headscarf slipped off, revealing Hua Jing's face.
The former eldest aunt of the Hua family is now skin and bones, with sunken cheeks and a look of being on the verge of death. But even so, her eyes are still bright, filled with crazy hatred, so bright that it is burning.
On the roof, Wang Rong signaled to others not to act rashly and to first see what Hua Jing wanted to do.
Hua Jing, holding a long stick and a four-legged wooden stool in her hand, slowly moved to the front door of the Hua family. With a sneer, she took out a long white silk from her arms, loosely tied one end of the silk around the long stick and pushed it to the other side of the crossbeam of the gate. After trying several times, she finally succeeded.
Hua Jing took a breathless rest for a while, then used the white silk to balance herself onto a four-legged wooden stool. With trembling hands, she tied the white silk into a knot, used all her strength to tighten it, and then put it directly around her neck.
The Hua family has let her down! The Hua family has let her down!
She was going to die here, leaving the Hua family’s daughters unable to get married, letting Hua Zhi have a bad reputation, and making them all pay the price!
It was all the Hua family's fault, it was all Hua Zhi's fault. If it weren't for her, how could the Song family dare to treat her like that! And her son, how could her son not even see her! It was all because of Hua Zhi, it was all because of her!
I will die in front of you! I will die in front of you!
Hua Jing kicked the stool away with all her might. Her breath became weaker and weaker as she kicked with her feet. Her facial features were distorted in pain. In a trance, Hua Jing seemed to have returned to the days when she was a girl in her mother's house. She was carefree and everything went smoothly. Her father loved her, her mother spoiled her, and her brothers also protected her. At that time... it was so good.
How come it became like this
Hua Jing's eyes widened, tears streaming down her face, and she gradually lost all consciousness.
It was not until this time that Wang Rong appeared with his men. He quickly stepped forward to bring the man down and took his pulse. Good, he was still breathing. He did not stop Hua Jing from committing suicide, but if he really dared to let Hua Jing die in front of the Hua family's doorstep, he would be in trouble if the leader knew about it.
Putting the dead Hua Jing on the back of another man, Wang Rong whispered something in his ear. The man nodded and left quickly. Another person took the white silk wooden stool and the long stick and followed, while Wang Rong stayed behind to clean up.
At first, when he found someone in the alley, he just paid a little attention. The residents here were relatively kind, and the patrolmen would not come to this alley. Occasionally, there would be a brave beggar who would come here to sleep, but who would have thought that the eldest aunt of the Hua family would be so cruel to him and actually lay on the ground for so long.
It's really interesting that after being bullied at her husband's house, she ran to her parents' house to hang herself!
Thinking of the excitement tomorrow, Wang Rong laughed.
Hua Zhi got up early and led the maids to practice a set of boxing. When she walked out of the courtyard, she saw the Sixth Prince and the children of the Hua family practicing together. He should have some basic skills, and was not bad compared to those who had learned for a few months. He could keep up with the movements and strength. At first glance, he looked as if he was a native of the Hua family.
Hearing hurried footsteps, Hua Zhi looked over and saw it was Nanny Su.
"Miss, there's news from the front that my eldest aunt has passed away."
Hua Zhi raised her eyebrows, faster than she expected. Seeing that Su Ma looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, she asked, "Is there something behind it?"
"She... was hanged." Nanny Su paused and completed the sentence, "She was hanged at the gate of the Song family."
Hua Zhi felt that something was wrong when she heard this. No mother would not think about her children, especially for women in this era, children are life. Even if Hua Jing didn't think about her daughter, she had to think about Song Chenghao. She died happily with a white silk, and she also vented her anger at the Song family for bullying and humiliating her, but her children were surnamed Song after all. If she left, how could her children have a good life? The Song family has more than one son, Song Zhengzu, and naturally there will be no shortage of grandchildren, Song Chenghao. It would be more reasonable for her to be hanged in the Hua family...
Hua Zhi's heart trembled and several thoughts flashed through her mind quickly.
Seeing that the children over there had finished their classes, she walked over and bowed to Wang Rong.
Wang Rong hurriedly avoided it, he couldn't bear it.
"May I ask, Mr. Wang, has anything happened in the Hua family that I'm not aware of?"
Wang Rong looked up in surprise. They all knew that the person the leader liked must be extraordinary, but he didn't expect that she would think of that possibility just as the news reached her.
He did not hide anything and told her what happened in the early morning, including, of course, the follow-up after they hung Hua Jing, who was still breathing her last, on the Song family's gate.
Hua Zhi's heart was churning like water in a frying pan. She wished she could rush to the Song family and whip Hua Jing's corpse right away!
So vicious! She actually wanted to drag her family, who gave birth to her and raised her, into hell! What did the Hua family owe her? !
"Don't worry, young lady. All traces have been cleaned up. This matter has nothing to do with the Hua family."
Hua Zhi took a deep breath to suppress her rage, and bowed solemnly to Wang Rong, "Thank you, Mr. Wang, otherwise our Hua family would be embezzled and unable to escape."
Wang Rong jumped away in fear, "Miss, please don't do this. We are just following orders."
Hua Zhi nodded to him, turned and left. She knew who to express her gratitude to.