Ling Chuchu had not expected that Wei Xun would be involved in this matter. If it weren't for Wei Xun, today's farce would at most be considered a family affair of the Marquis' Mansion, and Old Madam Ling would stand on her side no matter what. Now that Wei Xun was backing up Ling Qingwan, Ling Chuchu didn't dare to act recklessly.
Seeing that the sure thing had turned around, Ling Chuchu was furious. She grabbed Zhishu's hair, causing Zhishu to gasp in pain.
"Miss, I'm here about that homeless guy." Zhishu wanted to cry but had no tears.
After hearing this, Ling Chuchu finally let go of her hand.
"I was just about to ask, what was he doing? Why was it the Seventh Prince in Ling Qingwan's room, and not him?" Ling Chuchu frowned.
"I heard him say that when he entered, the Seventh Prince was already in the room. Not only did the Seventh Prince throw him out, he also injured his arm." Zhishu told Ling Chuchu truthfully. "I saw his wound, it was such a big wound on his arm."
As he spoke, Zhishu gestured with his hands.
"What? You mean he was seen by the Seventh Prince?" Ling Chuchu was shocked and immediately turned pale. She naturally didn't care how badly the homeless man was injured. Ling Chuchu only cared about whether this incident would affect her. "Did he tell the Seventh Prince who sent him?"
"Don't worry, the servants didn't mention your name when they found him, and he himself didn't know you sent him. Besides, you gave him money in advance, so he will keep his mouth shut for the money." Zhishu said firmly and comforted Ling Chuchu.
Ling Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief.
"So what did you come to me about?"
"That man wants the other half of the silver back, and... the wound on his arm also needs money to be treated, so he wants it back as well." Zhishu was very embarrassed and mustered up the courage to speak out.
Ling Chuchu was already angry that the task was not completed, and the homeless man asked her for money, so she flew into a rage.
"He still has the nerve to ask me for the remaining money?" Ling Chuchu snorted. "Tell him to get out of here, get out of here, and don't come back."
"That's what I said, but he didn't listen. He even said that if you want to default on your debt, he will tell the old lady... If the old lady investigates this matter thoroughly, she will definitely find you."
According to Ling Chuchu's temperament, she would never admit it easily, so the blame would naturally fall on the people below. Zhishu knew it very well, so he was so anxious.
Ling Chuchu frowned, looking annoyed.
"Where is he now?"
"To answer Miss, it's in my room." Zhishu replied.
Ling Chuchu didn't even think twice and rushed to Zhishu's room. The longer this homeless man stayed in Jing'an Temple, the more dangerous it would be for Ling Chuchu. There were people from the Marquis' Mansion all around, and there were so many people and eyes that it was hard to guarantee that he would not be seen.
The door creaked open and Zhishu came in.
The homeless man was very excited to see Zhishu coming back and rushed to her.
"Where's the silver?" The tramp's eyes sparkled. "Didn't you tell me you were going to look for the silver?"
He looked Zhishu up and down, but he didn't see any silver in Zhishu's hand. The tramp was confused and worried. Could it be that Zhishu was going to run away without paying the debt while he was here
"You have to give me the money, but you asked me for money as soon as I came in. I still have something to remind you, so how could it be so fast?" Zhishu chuckled and asked the homeless man to sit down.
"I know, this matter cannot be told to anyone." The homeless man responded impatiently. The matter was already done, so he was too lazy to talk to Zhishu more. Besides, the person who hurt him might still be in Jing'an Temple, and the homeless man was afraid that he would be persecuted again.
"Two hundred and seventy taels, give it to me quickly." The tramp spread his hands and urged Zhishu in a stern voice.
A trace of vigilance flashed across Zhishu's eyes, and then he turned around and quickly left the room. The homeless man was shocked and hurried to follow him. As soon as he reached the door, a guard came in and chopped off the homeless man's head with a knife.
In almost the blink of an eye, the homeless man fell to the ground.
Ling Chuchu came out of the darkness and saw a pool of blood in front of her. She was not moved at all. A fishy smell came over her and Ling Chuchu covered her nose in disgust.
"Miss, do you have any instructions next?" The guard asked Ling Chuchu respectfully.
"Carry it to the back of the mountain and bury it." Ling Chuchu said coldly.
The guard agreed and immediately carried the homeless man on his back. Ling Chuchu was worried that the homeless man was not dead yet, so she followed him to the back of the mountain.
Jing'an Temple is located on the top of a mountain, surrounded by mountains, lush trees and far away from human habitation. It is very easy to bury a body here.
While everyone was asleep, Ling Chuchu and the guards went to the back mountain together. Song Zhiqing had noticed something was wrong early in the morning, so he had been staring at Ling Chuchu's room and waiting for her to come back. He really got something.
In his previous life, Song Zhiqing had already seen through Ling Chuchu's character. Thinking about how Wei Xun had helped Ling Qingwan in front of Old Madam Ling tonight, Song Zhiqing wanted to do something for Ling Qingwan to regain the limelight, fearing that Ling Qingwan would feel grateful to him and develop other feelings.
If the man who assaulted Ling Qingwan is caught as evidence of Ling Chuchu, Ling Qingwan will be very happy. Song Zhiqing thought, and unknowingly followed the two to a high slope in the back mountain.
"That's it." Ling Chuchu put her hands on her hips and looked down.
The slope was steep and bottomless. Even if the homeless man was not dead yet, he would die if he fell from here. Ordinary people would not pass by here and would not find the homeless man. When they returned to Tokyo, the incident was completely forgotten and no one could dig it up again.
Everything went smoothly. The guard pushed the homeless man down, and with a muffled sound, the homeless man sank to the bottom. Ling Chuchu went home, and Song Zhiqing found an opportunity and prepared to catch Ling Chuchu on the spot and make her speechless. Unexpectedly, as the two of them were getting closer and closer to him, a branch passed through from another place, and the guard beside Ling Chuchu was killed in the blink of an eye.
"Ah!" Ling Chuchu was terrified and covered her lips.
Her legs went limp and she sat down on the ground. Then, Ling Chuchu felt dizzy and passed out.
At this time, Song Zhiqing also lost consciousness.
Ling Qingwan walked out from behind the bushes in the dark, first kicked the guard down the hill, then helped Ling Chuchu up and dragged her to Song Zhiqing's side.
Ling Qingwan squatted down and undressed the two. Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her. She immediately became alert, stood up, pulled out the dagger she carried with her, and turned back to point it forward.
Wei Xun was standing right in front of her, with Ling Qingwan's dagger pointed at him.
"Seventh Prince?" Ling Qingwan was surprised.
"She assassinated the guards who knew martial arts and drugged the prince and Ling Chuchu without anyone noticing. Wanwan is very skilled." Wei Xun looked at Ling Qingwan with smiling eyes.
Just looking at his expression, it is impossible to tell his mood at the moment, let alone what he is thinking. Wei Xun's smile made Ling Qingwan get goose bumps all over her body.
But she didn't know how to explain it to Wei Xun.
If she wanted to destroy the body and kill Wei Xun at this time, she would definitely not be Wei Xun's opponent. Besides, she simply couldn't bear to kill Wei Xun.