He was a little anxious and was about to get up, but Su Qiao grabbed him and pushed him back onto the bed.
It looked like the two were sleeping soundly.
The young scholar was a little confused, but he didn't move, and even quietly hugged Su Qiao in return.
Not long after, a loud bang was heard in the middle of the room.
The two of them then stood up.
Looking at the shadow lying on the ground, twitching a few times and then not moving again, the young scholar was a little confused: "Is he... is he dead?"
Su Qiao stood up and walked over, gently kicked the man on the ground, and deliberately said, "Dead."
The young scholar who followed quietly shrank his neck and said, "What a sin."
"Look, you said you should forgive others when you can, but they didn't show any gratitude at all, and instead they harbored evil intentions."
Su Qiao turned over Chu San, who was lying on the ground and had fainted, and showed him his face.
"If I hadn't been prepared tonight, we would have been the ones to die. And if he had gone to find Ding Qiulan first, Ding Qiulan would have definitely died. In this case, it would have been the same as us killing her."
"Madam, I was wrong." The young scholar admitted his mistake with a very good and positive attitude.
"What did you do wrong?"
Su Qiao wanted to use this incident to teach him a lesson.
The young scholar thought for a long time, and then he stammered, "I... I shouldn't have any sympathy for such a vicious person."
"You're smart." He still knows the importance of this.
The young scholar felt relieved when he knew that his wife had forgiven him.
He walked over carefully, gently kicked the man on the ground, and quickly ran behind Su Qiao.
"What do we do now?"
Su Qiao felt a little uncomfortable seeing him being as timid as a mouse.
"Put it in a sack, carry it to bury it, or throw it into the woods for the wolves to eat."
The young scholar widened his eyes and pointed at his nose: "I... I will go?"
Su Qiao rolled his eyes.
"If it's not you who goes, should I go?"
The young scholar broke out in a cold sweat when he thought about carrying a dead body into a dark forest in the middle of the night.
He grabbed her sleeve tightly, looking as if he was about to cry, "Madam, I... I don't dare..."
"You have to go even if you don't dare. It's a lesson for you, so that you will remember who you can help and who you can't help."
Su Qiao planned to scare him once and for all so that he would not fail to take action when necessary in the future, which would end up hurting himself.
"What's wrong with you? Why don't you do anything?"
After waiting for a while and still not seeing him take any action, Su Qiao felt a little strange.
She reached out to push him away, but the man let go of her sleeve first and walked out with his head lowered and an unnatural expression.
Su Qiao felt something was wrong.
"Hey, where are you going?"
Zhao Jingting blushed and didn't turn around. He stammered and whispered, "I... I'll go back to my room to sleep."
This time it was so embarrassing. I actually... I actually pulled the girl's sleeve like a fool and looked like I was about to cry.
I am too ashamed to see anyone. I really am too ashamed to see anyone.
He wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into and never come out again.
Su Qiao was finally sure.
At this critical moment, this guy suddenly regained consciousness because of fear and anxiety.
"I've already slept here for two nights. What's the point of going back to the house now?"
Zhao Jingting's face suddenly turned red all the way to his neck, and he was at a loss, "But you... I..."
"Now everyone outside knows that we are married."
Su Qiao walked up to him, stretched out her hand and shook the silver bracelet on her wrist: "Here, this is the betrothal gift."