Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

At this moment, Xiao Jun even saw that Xie Siyan's arrogant face was slightly distorted with fear.

A smile appeared on his lips.

However, just as he was about to stop, a feather arrow with the power to break through the air pierced through his wrist!

He winced in pain, and in this moment of distraction, the knife deflected and chopped fiercely towards Xie Siyan's right hand!

Puff.

Warm blood splashed onto his face, and Xiao Jun was stunned.

"what!!!!!"

Xie Siyan's scream suddenly woke Xiao Jun up.

He looked down and saw the ground was covered in blood. Xie Siyan had collapsed on the ground, covering his right arm. His severed right wrist fell to the ground, and blood was oozing out.

A string of blood beads hung down the blade of his dagger and dripped onto the ground.

There was a "pop" sound.

It's like a switch.

The servants around him screamed in fear, and Xiao Jun felt his ears buzzing. How could this happen? Why didn't he stop his knife?

A drop of sweat dripped down Xiao Jun's chin onto the back of his hand.

No! Someone has plotted against him! There is an assassin!

An assassin pierced his wrist with a feather arrow, so his knife went out of control!

Xiao Jun lowered his head to search, but his wrist was intact, there was no arrowhead, no arrow hole! Even the bone-piercing pain at that moment disappeared completely!

This is impossible!

This is absolutely impossible!

He was pushed hard from behind and his face was stepped on. The guards, who were once his brothers, pressed on him and tied his hands and feet. Xiao Jun was unable to move.

At this moment, a pair of black boots appeared in Xiao Jun's field of vision, and above it was a green skirt.

The slender woman, like a willow branch, squatted down and spoke to him with fear in her voice.

"Commander Xiao, even if Sixth Brother provoked you again, he was just asking you to teach him Kung Fu. How could you cut off Sixth Brother's hand in such a rage?"

"Commander Xiao, Sixth Brother is my father's most beloved son! And you treat him like this! My father will not forgive you!"

Feng Jia whispered in his ear in a voice so soft that only the two of them could hear it: "Commander Xiao, why do you look like you've been possessed by a demon? Did you do something you shouldn't have done, or did you see something you shouldn't have seen last night?"

Xiao Jun's face changed suddenly. He suddenly remembered that when he broke into her room last night, she was wearing thin clothes, so he looked at her with contempt.

He looked up in disbelief, and saw that the woman's face was full of fear and shock, but in her clear black and white almond-shaped eyes, there was a hint of condescending sarcasm.

At this moment, Xiao Jun felt cold sweat running down his back.

He suddenly remembered that at the old lady's birthday banquet, when he took Madam Liu to the Criminal Court, she kept shouting that she was wronged.

At that time, I didn't take it seriously and thought it was just the old woman's sophistry. Now that my identities have been reversed, I think about it now, and what she said was actually true!

"It's you! You did it!" Xiao Jun's face looked a little grim.

"Why did you hurt me? Why!"

Xiao Jun struggled and almost fell on Feng Jia, but fortunately the person pressing him from behind poked him in the waist with his elbow, which made him unable to move.

Feng Jia seemed to be frightened, with horror on her face, "You hurt my sixth brother, are you going to hurt me now?"

"Someone, come and find my father and ask for justice for my sixth brother!"

The injured one was the Sixth Young Master, who was the Prime Minister's favorite son. The servants dared not delay and went to call the imperial physician while crawling to report the matter.

Xie Qian came back from the morning court, exhausted from the journey. As soon as he entered the house, the first wife, Mrs. Meng, burst into tears and fell on him: "Husband! You have to take charge of my Yan'er! Husband!"

"How is Yan'er doing now?" Xie Qian's eyes were also full of anxiety. Although he was a little strict with his sixth son on weekdays, he really loved him.

“Imperial Doctor Jiang came and said that Yan’er’s life was saved, but his right arm…” Meng’s eyes were full of tears and she choked up, “The right arm is disabled! Wuuuu, my poor son! He is only sixteen! How could God be so blind! Wuuuu…”

Meng cried so hard that she seemed to faint.

Broken right arm?

Doesn't that mean you won't be able to lift a sword for the rest of your life?

Yan'er's dream is the same as his third brother's, to become a martial arts champion!

How did things get like this?

Xie Qian's usually cold face also turned slightly pale.

The old lady Musk, who always ate vegetarian food and worshipped Buddha and did not care about family affairs, sat in the first seat, turning the Buddhist beads in her hands, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

Is this the difference between a legitimate son and a concubine's son? Feng Jia sneered in her heart. When she nearly died in the drowning that day, the eldest lady pretended to be in tears, but she never came to see her once afterwards. Xie Qian let the murderer go and wanted to postpone the trial. Even though he later confirmed that Madam Liu was guilty of murdering her master, he only sent someone to give her some gold, silver and cloth to appease her.

And the old lady was too lazy to even show up.

In their eyes, she was nothing more than a lowly concubine's daughter. Whether she was dead or alive, it would not affect them at all. The only difference was that if she was alive, they could still squeeze out the remaining value from her. How could she compare to his precious legitimate son?

That was the result of Xie Qian's sixteen years of careful cultivation.

It's a pity that the son he had raised with all his heart had his arm disfigured by the concubine whom he looked down upon. This feeling must have been very unpleasant. When Feng Jia thought of this, he felt extremely happy.

"It's you! You did it, right?" The eldest lady looked at Feng Jia with bloodshot eyes, as if she was a ghost that had just escaped from hell. If the fourth lady Xie Shubai hadn't stopped her, she would have pounced on Feng Jia.

Feng Jia knelt down with a wronged look on her face: "Mother, I know you don't like me, but Sixth Brother is my relative. How could Zhao'er harm him?"

"How dare you quibble! It must be you! You hold a grudge against me, and since you can't take revenge on me, you're taking revenge on my son! Right!"

"Mother, why should I bear a grudge against you?"

"Because I once..." Meng almost let the cat out of the bag. Fortunately, Xie Shubai, who was next to her, pulled her up at the right time, and she finally came to her senses.

I almost fell into the trap of this concubine!

Mrs. Meng's eyes became more vicious: "Because we sent you to Shicheng and made you suffer there, you have been holding a grudge against us all these years! Not only do you hate me! You also hate your father! So you murdered his favorite son!"

Feng Jia said with a sad heart, "Mother, do you really miss Zhao'er like this? But when I just came back home, didn't you say in front of everyone that you would treat me like your fourth and fifth sisters? Father also said that we are a family and will always live in harmony. Did you lie to me?"

She wiped the tears from her eyes, kowtowed to Xie Qian as if she had suffered a great injustice, and said, "Father, don't you believe Zhao'er either? How dare Zhao'er disrespect Sixth Brother?"