Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

On New Year's Eve, Yicheng is bustling with excitement, and fireworks illuminate the night sky as bright as day.

Deep in the alley, in an open space, the fireworks brought by Jing Yuanzhao and Zhang Nanshu were almost finished.

The gorgeous fireworks could not shine into Yan Xin's eyes. Her eyes were dark and silent, more silent than the night.

When they went back, they took Jing Yuanzhao's car, and Tang Bai drove them personally.

"I'm a little worried about Zhuzhu." Zhang Nanshu said, "She seems to be particularly unable to handle things."

Jing Yuanzhao rarely remained silent.

He was thinking.

He knew something was wrong, but he didn't understand why.

It’s not that Yan Xin can’t handle things.

Jing Yuanzhao knew that she killed Jiang Yunzhou with her own hands and Bai Shuang told him; he also knew that Yan Xin shot the assassin and she beat out the assassin's brains.

When Lin Fu, the commander of the military government, rebelled, she was not completely sure, but she was calm and composed.

She can handle things.

However, the old lady's death seemed to give her a heavy blow.

It wasn't just sadness, it was digging a hole in her heart.

Jing Yuanzhao could vaguely see blood gushing from her heart. She was covered in coldness and pain, and she lay there with a pale face.

Why is that?

Where is her vulnerable point?

Jing Yuanzhao still remembered that he once made her drunk with strong wine, and she lay on his shoulder and told her: "Firstly, I am afraid that I will not be able to win against them, and secondly, I am afraid that I will have a rebellious son."

Jing Yuanzhao didn't think much about this issue at the time.

He knew that Yan Xin felt wronged when she married into the Jiang family, and it was understandable that she wanted to make her mother-in-law and her cheap husband pay the price; and as a traitor, young women might be afraid of having children.

Jing Yuanzhao is a man, and he also thinks that children are troublesome and useless.

Therefore, he thought he understood what Yan Xin said at that time, and he also felt that he understood it.

Looking back and thinking about those words now, Jing Yuanzhao felt that he did not understand.

He suddenly felt chilled all over.

Yan Xin said many things to him, and they seemed to be connected slowly.

She is always heavy, and she says she often dreams.

It wasn't like a casual remark.

"Could she have seen her whole life in her dream?"

In her dream, she was bullied miserably; in her dream, there was also a traitor who made her suffer?

Did the death of the old lady of the Jiang family also shine into her dreams?

Jing Yuanzhao shuddered.

Zhang Nanshu noticed it: "What's wrong with you?"

Jing Yuanzhao: "It's okay."

Then he said, "I will go to Tianjin after the Chinese New Year, and I also need to go to your house. If I'm not here, take care of Zhuzhu'er for me."

"Don't worry!" Zhang Nanshu said, "Not only do you love her, I also love her."

Jing Yuanzhao: "I'll bring you a gift later."

Zhang Nanshu thanked him in advance.

After the New Year, Yicheng was still in the excitement of the New Year, and when the New Year atmosphere was still strong, the old lady of the Jiang family went to funeral.

After the funeral, even if the funeral was completed, Jiang Mansion also relaxed.

The cemetery was chosen in the Jiang family's ancestral graveyard, also on the outskirts of the city, only twenty kilometers away.

The Jiang family has been from Yicheng for generations. Their ancestral tomb occupies a relatively large area, with dozens of acres of sacrificial fields nearby.

These fields are rented by the tribesmen. In addition to paying taxes to the government, they also need to be rented to the tribe's ancestral hall to support the annual sacrifices.

The ancestral hall is quite dilapidated.

There are not many people living in Zhuangzi near the ancestral grave, and no one guards the grave.

In the middle of the night, Bai Shuang and his men dug a path from the side, took out the old lady's coffin, and asked an experienced worker to examine it.

Yan Xin stood on the official road not far away, followed by two adjutants and several horses.

The coffin collection started at one o'clock in the morning and ended at three o'clock in the morning.

Bai Shuang came back and told Yan Xin: "Everything has been restored, and there are no traces of excavation."

Yan Xin nodded.

Then he asked, "What did Wu Zuo say?"

"The back of the head was fatally injured, as if it hit the corner of the table, not something heavy. It should have been a push during the dispute, and the head was hit hard.

He probably wasn't dead at the time. If he had hired a famous doctor, he might have been able to survive. Then he slowly died. Bai Shuang said.

Yan Xin closed her eyes tightly.

The context of the matter is already very clear.

The old man wants money to buy a new cruise ship.

This is not a small amount of money. It may require half of the old lady’s life savings.

The old lady predicted that the money would be wasted. Changing cruise ships cannot save the Jiang family's business.

Will the whole family go to drink northwest wind in the future?

The eldest man is self-willed, and the old shopkeepers and clerks in the family have all left, leaving no one available. In terms of connections, Yan Xin can only rely on the military government and the Youth Gang to make friends, and there is no other way.

If there is no one and no way out, the business will decline day by day.

But when others started talking about it, they all said that the old man was useless.

The old man took a gamble.

He wanted to turn a profit.

He thought of many ways. I heard that the new ships are more practical, have sufficient power, have deep drafts, and are more profitable in every aspect.

Mother and son had disagreements, and they quarreled several times, but no one could convince the other.

As a result, during the quarrel in the twelfth lunar month, the eldest man probably wanted to snatch the key to the vault and had a physical conflict with the old lady.

How can a young woman be snatched away?

She hit her head while pushing, but her son did not seek medical attention immediately, but watched her slowly die.

Yan Xin jumped onto the horse.

It was dark late at night, without a trace of moonlight. Only the adjutant carried a gas lantern in his hand.

Yan Xin drove his horse back to the city.

The biting cold wind blew away the last bit of warmth from her body in a moment, leaving her whole body cold. The hand holding the reins was numb.

She didn't know it.

Back at Songxiangyuan, it was almost dawn. Mrs. Cheng prepared hot water for her and Bai Shuang to take a bath, and made hot noodles.

By the time Yan Xin came out of the clean room and put on a home-style green jacket, she was already a little warmer.

She and Bai Shuang sat down to eat noodles.

"All the old lady's money is in the hands of the eldest man." Yan Xin said suddenly, "He must have neither given it to the eldest lady nor used it for his career."

The servants all looked at her.

Yan Xin: "I want to get it."

Even if the money doesn't belong to Yan Xin, it doesn't belong to the big boss either.

One cannot kill one's own mother without paying any price.

"Bai Shuang, the funeral is over. The eldest master will have his own movements. Send someone to follow him to see where he will go." Yan Xin said.

Bai Shuang said yes.

Yan Xin added: "Chief Jiang, sent someone to secretly visit him. I want to know his character and temperament, and I will use him.

And tell the second master and the seventh master that the old lady's inheritance will be divided between them and let them go and make trouble with the first master. "

Bai Shuang said yes.

After everything was arranged, it was still dark and it was the darkest time before dawn. Yan Xin asked Bai Shuang to go to bed first to replenish his strength.

She was alone in the room, sitting there.

I thought that after being reborn, I would be free everywhere.

However, with the death of the old lady and the confrontation with Sheng Rouzhen, her inner demons reappeared.

Yan Xin sat motionless in the darkness.

She knew that the darkness of dawn would not last long, and it would be bright soon.

But she also knew that the darkness was swallowing her up little by little.

Her grandfather taught her to recite since she was a child, "Be kind and save the suffering of the soul in the world", which gradually diluted from her body.

She also became less like herself.