Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

Zhang Qingya is planning to kill Yan Xin and shut her up forever.

She also knew that Sheng Rouzhen hated Yan Xin, but Sheng Rouzhen didn't say it herself.

She killed Yan Xin, and Sheng Rouzhen would be grateful to her and support her even more.

Yan Xin is also making preparations.

She asked Bai Shuang to do two things: "First, go back to my parents' Yan Mansion and see Mr. Yang Zhen, the accountant; second, get me a dagger that can sharpen iron like clay. This dagger should preferably be nameless. Don’t get it on anyone.”

Bai Shuang said yes.

There was a bookkeeper in Yan Xin's natal family. He was the best at copying other people's calligraphy, and he could almost imitate it.

He was once used by Yan Wanwan and his daughter to change Yan Xin's prescription. Yan Xin fought back after finding out, and has been secretly raising this person ever since.

The last time Jiang Yunzhou was killed, it was Yang Zhen who forged a letter from Jiang Yunzhou to Sang Zhi to complete the matter.

This time, Yan Xin also needs a letter, a letter imitating Zhang Qingya's handwriting.

In a long time, Bai Shuang had done both things.

Yan Xin got the letter, put it on her body, and told Mrs. Cheng: "Make some milk soup that children can eat. I'm going to see the young master."

Mrs. Cheng was stunned: "Which young master?"

"Of course it's Yan Lansheng's young master, Zhi Xiao." Yan Xin said.

Mrs. Cheng and others looked at her in surprise, suspecting that she was mad.

When the young master was born, Yan's heart was not in the right state. Everyone could see it and thought she was very concerned about it.

During these days, Yan Xin also ignored Jiang Zhixiao, pretending that he didn't exist.

What does it mean to go see him now?

"He should be able to eat milk soup now. He is already half a year old." Yan Xinyun said calmly.

Sister-in-law Cheng: "Miss, I treasure this child at home, and my concubine is as wary of you as a thief. If you give me milk soup, people will say you have ulterior motives."

"I know, I just need others to tell me that I have ulterior motives." Yan Xin said.

She is asking you to enter the urn.

She knew that Zhang Qingya's hanging of flower charms in the yard was the first step; Yan Xin didn't know the second step she was going to take, and she was probably looking for an opportunity herself.

Therefore, Yan Xin gave her this "opportunity".

In this way, Zhang Qingya will follow the path drawn by Yan Xin and walk into the trap.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Mrs. Cheng said.

Mrs. Cheng's cooking skills are excellent, and Jiang Zhixiao loved to eat all kinds of food she made in her previous life.

Soon, the milk soup was ready. Yan Xin did not bring Bai Shuang this time, but took Feng Ma with her to Jiang Siqiao and Yanlan's yard.

Yanlan and wet nurse were both frightened when they heard that Mrs. Xi was here.

When Yan Xin came in, they both still looked not very good, so they served her carefully.

"Where is Zhixiao?" Yan Xin asked.

The wet nurse replied: "The young master is asleep."

"I thought I could see him and gave him some delicious food." Yan Xin said.

The aunt's face suddenly changed.

She stared at Yan Xin as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

The wet nurse gently poked her lower back, and she came back to her senses. The smile on her face was forced out, and it was uglier than crying.

Yan Xin wanted to say: "You are so precious to your son, I don't care about it. He has never been my son."

But she said nothing.

"...The young master is still drinking milk. He never eats." The concubine said.

Yan Xin asked Feng Ma to put down the food box: "This is milk soup. It's very delicious. If Zhi Xiao doesn't want to eat it, you and the wet nurse should try it."

The wet nurse hurriedly thanked her: "Young lady, thank you for your trouble."

Yan Xin nodded.

She had no intention of leaving, but took a casual look in the yard, and then asked her concubine: "Which room does Master Xi live in?"

The concubine pointed to the main room.

Yan Xin walked in and looked at the room.

"Where's the study?" Yan Xin asked again.

The concubine showed her again.

Yan Xin looked around. Jiang Siqiao said he was a scholar, but his homework was extremely perfunctory.

"What kind of book is this?" Yan Xin found a hidden book in the corner of his bookshelf.

Pulling it out and opening it, I couldn't help but laugh: "How old you are to still have such a book..."

The concubine stretched her head and took a look, her face full of embarrassment.

It was a picture album with various interior styles, which Jiang Siqiao occasionally saw as a pastime.

Yan Xin smiled: "Our brothers also hide books like this, and sometimes we even steal them."

She said, turning the pages of the book, and something fell out.

A thin piece of paper fluttered under the table, and my concubine hurriedly picked it up.

When she picked it up, she took a few quick glances, saw a few lines of words, and her back stiffened.

Yan Xin stared at her.

The concubine stood up and handed the paper back to Yan Xin.

Yan Xin smiled: "You don't know how to read, right?"

The concubine said: "I don't know you very well, young lady. I can only write a few accounts."

Yan Xin understands.

She looked at the paper.

There were not many words, and the page was not full. Yan Xin's face was extremely ugly after reading it, but she tried her best to endure it.

The concubine went to see her: "Young lady, what kind of paper is this?"

"It's a loan." Yan Xin said.

——The paper was put in the book by Yan Xin when the concubine was not prepared; the play was made for the concubine.

Yan Xin asked Yang Zhen to copy Zhang Qingya's calligraphy and write a letter to Jiang Siqiao.

She knew that her concubine Yanlan had served Jiang Siqiao since she was a child. Jiang Siqiao also boasted that he loved red sleeves and taught maids how to read.

Yan Lan can climb onto the bed, so she is naturally more beautiful and harder working than other maids. She didn't know many words, but she could read a letter.

Zhang Qingya was very close to Jiang Siqiao, and the two had contacts. Jiang Siqiao happened to do Zhang Qingya's homework for her, and her writings appeared on Jiang Siqiao's desk, all of which were sorted by Yanlan.

Yan Lan recognized Zhang Qingya's calligraphy.

Yan Xin was sure of this, because in March, when everyone in Jiang Mansion was having dinner at Shanjin Pavilion, someone left a storybook behind.

There is no name on the title page of the storybook, but there are a few lines of reflections.

The servant found it and asked whose it belonged to.

A servant said: "It seems to belong to my cousin. She just came in and got the book."

Yanlan said casually: "These are not my cousin's handwriting, and it doesn't look like something my cousin can write. It may be the eldest mistress's."

Yan Xin just left and walked to the servants when she heard these words.

She thought at that time: "Yanlan hides her secrets, and is not so cowardly and useless."

But now, Yan Lan has read the content of the letter.

In the letter, Zhang Qingya said: "...You have a bastard son, how do you want me to deal with it? If you can't send her mother and son away...it's best to die..."

The key words are deliberately written in heavy handwriting. If the concubine glances at it, she will see words such as "bastard", "sent", "dead" and so on.

Seeing things half-realistically is the easiest thing to associate with them.

Yan Xin put the letter away and said to Yan Lan: "It's an old account. Master Xi probably has forgotten it. I took it and paid it back for him. You don't have to remind him."

Yanlan Road is.

Yan Xin made some show and left the yard.

Yan Lan's face changed color and turned pale as she was still recalling the piece of paper she saw.

Yan Xin asked Bai Shuang to stare at Zhang Qingya.

When she knew that Zhang Qingya had gone to the eldest wife's yard, Yan Xin asked Mrs. Cheng to make milk soup again, put it in a big food box, and take it to the eldest wife's house.

"... Let Mai Qiu and little sister try milk soup, and Mommy should also eat some. It tastes very good and nourishing." Yan Xin said, "I also gave it to Zhixiao in the morning."

Zhang Qingya's eyes flashed.