When the abbot saw the bracelet, his face darkened.

"Is there any word engraved on the inside of the first bead of the bracelet?"

Zhao Shangqi turned the bracelet around, his brows raised with joy: "Yes! Bitch doesn't know this bracelet..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the abbot, "I gave this bracelet to Ah Yan, and it has the word 'Yan' engraved on it."

The people around were a little surprised. They didn't expect that the stingy abbot would give gifts.

Jiang Yanwan pursed her lips and felt uneasy when she accepted the bracelet.

The abbot has been cold towards them in the past two years, so why would he give such an expensive gift to Ayan on his second birthday?

She always felt like something was going to happen...

Zhao Shangqi was choked for a moment and shouted loudly: "Abbot! Jiang Yanwan has evil intentions and poisoned this bracelet!"

"If I had poison, would I have beaten and scolded you for the past two years without fighting back?"

Jiang Yanwan was about to cry, looking like someone who had suffered a lot of injustice.

Everyone thought of how Taoist Priest Zhao usually beat, scolded and bullied the mother and son, and how the mother and son just lowered their heads and endured it, and they felt that Taoist Priest Zhao was even more hateful.

"The abbot said that this bracelet has been blessed and is very good for the body. Ah Yan's face became rosy after wearing it for a few days. How come you got poisoned after wearing it?"

She stood there sobbing, how could the people around her not understand what she was saying?

Zhao Shangqi kept saying that the bracelet was poisonous, but the bracelet was given to him by the abbot. Could it be that the abbot poisoned it?

"Don't cry, Mom..." The little kid spoke in a baby voice, holding his mother's hands tightly with his soft little hands.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist nuns all softened their hearts and felt that Zhao Shangqi, who was showing his fangs and claws in front of them, was even more hateful.

"You bitch!" Zhao Shangqi rushed forward anxiously, "You hurt me!"

"Enough!" The abbot's face was cold and hard. She was afraid that Zhao Shangqi would speak without restraint.

She was afraid she would not be able to explain it clearly if she continued, so she said:

"You have committed adultery and violated the precept of adultery. You have wrongly accused a fellow disciple and violated the precept of lying. You have committed these two crimes and have shown no repentance. I will punish you with fifty strokes of the cane and exile you to the southern barbarians!"

The abbot knew that Zhao Yuanwailang had already been punished and expelled from the capital, and considering their past friendship, he allowed Zhao Shangqi to live out the rest of his life in the Taoist temple.

But she loves to stir up trouble and never tolerate the crime of adultery when she is caught.

Zhao Shangqi screamed miserably and tried to speak but found that his vocal cords were torn.

She stared at Jiang Yanwan viciously, and reached out her hand forward but was stopped.

She grabbed at things frantically like a turtle upside down, but was dragged away like garbage.

"Bang! Bang!" Along with the sound of sticks, Zhao Shangqi's screams continued to break the silent night.

Ignoring the screams outside the window, Jiang Yanwan quietly wiped a small clay jar in the moonlight.

There is the corpse of a poisonous insect inside.

The poisonous insects continued to fight each other, and finally the King of Poison survived.

It is difficult for the poisonous insect to crawl on the bracelet, but once it feels the temperature of the skin, it will drill into the skin very quickly.

She had been waiting for this day for two years.

Every time Zhao Shangqi had a piece of jewelry on her, she would torture her.

Jiang Yanwan was very familiar with those jewels.

They were all jewelry she had used before.

There is no need to think about it, they were all given to Zhao Shangqi by Jiang Shihua, just to make Zhao Shangqi torture her.

Jiang Yanwan sneered, her elder sister was used to killing people with a borrowed knife.

Now that this knife is gone, she will probably continue to look for a new one.

Two years of resentment had been vented, she gently pinched the scars on her face and washed her face.

The dark yellow dust fell away, revealing her flawless white skin, a pair of sparkling almond eyes and the charm in her soft facial features, like a rose shining through by the sun.

Although she had already used poisonous insects to heal the knife marks, she painted the wounds every day in order not to draw attention to them.

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