After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

The night wind blew by, there was no sound of human voice, only the rustling of green leaves and a strange cold wave coming from all directions.

Feng Qiwu stood in the shadows with his hands behind his back. The smile on his lips had long disappeared. His cold and sinister eyes swept fiercely towards Sijin who was kneeling on the ground.

"He's missing?"

Feng Qiwu's thin lips moved slightly, and her voice was cold and overwhelming. "Tell me everything that happened in the past few days."

Sijin was so frightened that she knocked three times in a row before she found her voice again. She said in a trembling voice, "During the time when the master was away, Prime Minister Wen couldn't hold back and tricked Madam into coming over under the pretext of a family dinner. Madam was as clear-headed as a mirror and remained calm. She used the family dinner to cast a spell, not only burying Madam Liu in the ancestral tomb, but also slaughtering the entire family of the Prime Minister's Mansion without making a sound."

This place is shaded by thick trees, and the moon shines through the gaps between the green leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground beneath your feet.

Si Jin's voice came intermittently and soon blended into the wind.

Feng Qiwu pursed her lips, then suddenly curled them upwards, sneering and muttering, "That's exactly what she does..."

After that, he glanced at Sijin coldly again and said, "Go on."

Si Jin was lying on the ground, with blood already seeping from her forehead, but she ignored him and continued, "The death of Prime Minister Wen alarmed the court officials, and naturally alarmed His Majesty. The fact that Madam entered the Prime Minister's residence was not concealed, and His Majesty intended to bring disaster upon herself. Madam also noticed it and wanted to go out to hide, but she suddenly disappeared, leaving only this letter behind."

As she spoke, she handed over the letter in her hand amidst the unbearable cold.

Feng Qiwu frowned and took the letter with a gloomy face. His intuition told him that the content of the letter could drive him crazy.

The night wind blew, the shadows of the trees danced, and the feeling of cold and chill was even stronger.

Everyone was shivering as they dared not breathe.

Feng Qiwu was silent for a while, and finally unfolded the letter. His movements were as slow and leisurely as usual, but his eyes were darker and more chaotic than the night sky.

After he saw the contents of the letter clearly, his pupils were slightly stunned, a sinister aura lingered around him, and his face was as dark as a drop of ink, which was terrifying.

"Okay, very good..." Feng Qiwu tightly pinched a corner of the letter, and after a long while, he actually laughed eerily.

There was very little content in the letter, only two words.

——Divorce her husband.

He stared at the two words on the letter, but the smile on his lips only grew bigger, which was so terrifying that it made people tremble.

Hugh?

How dare she?

Clearly, before leaving for Lingnan, they were still affectionate and sweet in the phoenix tent, but as soon as he arrived in Lingnan, she changed her face, as if all the warmth and affection they once had was just a mirage that would soon shatter.

He always knew that what Wen Ranyan was attracted to was his good looks.

Recently, he could also sense her impatience with perfunctory treatment, and she would leave sooner or later.

But he never thought that this day would come so soon.

It was so fast that it caught him off guard, and it was so fast that he was still at the moment when he cared about her the most.

I should have locked her in a secret room so she couldn't escape...

Feng Qiwu's pupils flickered slightly, and the madness and viciousness in his eyes were not concealed at all. He was clearly smiling, but he was like a demon, suffocating and despairing.

Qi Jiuzhu felt a chill down his spine, and felt more and more that something was wrong.

The master was crazy before, but not like he is now. What was written in that letter?

He resisted the pressure and asked cautiously, "Master, do you want to send someone to find my wife?"

Hearing this, Feng Qiwu turned her head, glanced at him coldly, and said in a faint voice: "Looking for it, of course I have to look for it, but I have to find it myself..."

As he spoke, he slowly tore the letter into pieces and threw it away.

Under the flying scraps of paper, he smiled sinisterly and cruelly, the danger in his eyes spread wantonly, and such madness surged so wildly that he couldn't suppress it even if he wanted to.

She'd better pray that she could run faster and farther so that he wouldn't catch her.

Because once she was caught, she wouldn't be able to escape even if her arms and legs were broken.

She could only stay with him.

Never die.

"Master wants to leave Fanyu City?" Qi Jiuzhu said in a melancholy voice, "But His Majesty sent the master here with bad intentions. Now that Prime Minister Wen's family has been mysteriously exterminated, His Majesty intends to put the blame on the master. If the master leaves Lingnan at this moment, I'm afraid there will be evidence, giving His Majesty more reason to punish him. By then, it will be difficult to resolve."

Every word Qi Jiuzhu said was full of worry and advice.

Their master is too powerful, and His Majesty has long wanted to kill him. If there is any movement at this moment, I am afraid that the sharp blade in the emperor's hand will chop down fiercely.

Even if this person needs to be found, it should be done by his subordinates, not by the master himself.

Feng Qiwu sneered: "Even if I stay in Fanyu City honestly, won't the knife hanging over my head come?"

Qi Jiuzhu opened his lips slightly and was suddenly speechless.

Feng Qiwu gathered his sleeves together, and his sinister voice was shrouded in the night wind: "I'm not in a good mood right now. If he dares to come, it's a good opportunity for me to vent my anger, so that I won't lose control of my strength when I catch him."

He spoke slowly, a smile on his lips, but the depths of his eyes were as dark as a cold pond, hiding a tearing murderous aura and residual blood, which was crazy and terrifying.

Catch her with your own hands.

Anyone who dares to stop him will go to hell.

"Ready your horse."

After saying this, Feng Qiwu turned sideways, her bright red robe fluttering in the wind.

Qi Jiuzhu knew that no matter how he tried to persuade him, there would be no chance of turning back, so he could only grit his teeth and prepare the horse.