Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 231 Unheard of, Unseen
Lin Jingya shuddered involuntarily as she thought of the bandits she had encountered on her way here.

Lin Zhiqing's every word overturned her understanding.

What do you mean by "if I hadn't been locked up, I would have been dead long ago"?

"Lin Zhiqing, stop beating around the bush and explain yourself!" Lin Jingya said anxiously.

Lin Zhiqing took a leisurely sip of tea: "Jingya, someone wants to kill you."

"Besides you, who else would go to such lengths to deal with me?" Lin Jingya clearly didn't believe it.

"Heh." Lin Zhiqing couldn't help but shake his head: "Jingya, I pity you for being so young, so I didn't discipline you before."

"Think carefully, when have I ever done anything to you?"

"We, the Lin family, share both prosperity and adversity."

"I wouldn't be so stupid as to point a knife at my own people."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jingya's face instantly flushed.

Everyone knows who is pointing the knife at their own people.

These words were practically a direct insult to Lin Jingya.

Lin Jingya was slightly speechless and slowly sat down.

Upon hearing these words, Lin Qingshan nodded inwardly.

The principle of shared prosperity and shared ruin is indeed the survival strategy of powerful and influential families.

However, Lin Zhiqing had not finished speaking:
“Jingya, if you push me too far, I might do something I don’t know, so you’d better behave yourself and tell me everything you know.”

"Where did you hear that my cousin is going to the Spring Banquet?"

"And where did you get the information that my mother's portrait hangs in Fourth Uncle's study?"

"Who else but you was involved in plotting to murder my cousin and then framing me?"

The three questions were all spot on.

Lin Zhiqing knew that her attitude might offend Lin Jingya, but no matter who was behind everything, the original owner had been thoroughly schemed against by Lin Jingya.

In order to survive, she couldn't bring herself to argue for Lin Jingya to pay with her life.

But Lin Zhiqing can now.

But in order to expose Jiang Liuyun behind it all, Lin Jingya's life still needs to be spared.

Lin Zhiqing had no patience.

If Lin Jingya continues to be arrogant and distort the truth, she doesn't mind using some methods.

Lin Jingya seemed to sense the anger in her eyes, and her voice gradually lowered:
“This matter has long been settled, I have already been punished, and there was nothing else fishy going on.”

Lin Qingshan immediately realized that something was wrong with what he was saying.

Lin Zhiqing understood this even more clearly.

If there really was nothing fishy as Lin Jingya said, then she definitely wouldn't have answered so quickly.

Answers that are blurted out without thinking are mostly lies that have been brewing in one's mind for a long time.

"It seems that Jingya is not in the dark as I thought, but has colluded with the mastermind behind the scenes!" Lin Zhiqing's voice was gentle, but her words were full of aggression.

When will a murderer give up the chance to overturn his conviction?

The first possibility is that she herself is the murderer, and there is no way to deny it.

The second possibility is that she has some compelling reason to cover for someone else.

Lin Jingya is arrogant and haughty, but not very smart.

The murderer used the rhinoceros-hide lacquer teacup and the azalea to set a trap, with each step linked to the next, demonstrating a very clever method.

Someone as emotionally expressive as Lin Jingya wouldn't be able to come up with such an ingenious method. Besides, both the rhinoceros-hide lacquer teacup and the azaleas were things Lin Congyan obtained under the influence of others' words.

Normally, Lin Jingya would never go to such lengths to prepare these two things.

It's highly likely that Lin Jingya was used as a pawn in this whole affair.

And she herself is very likely aware of it.

Only in this way will she cover for others instead of seeking the truth.

Lin Jingya still held her head high: "I don't understand what you're saying."

"Jingya, if you keep quiet about what you know, you might not be able to stay in Bianliang." Lin Qingshan had already guessed most of Lin Jingya's thoughts.

Since this concerns the Lin family's internal affairs, how could he stand idly by?

Lin Jingya's gaze darted back and forth between Lin Zhiqing and Lin Qingshan, her eyes welling up with tears again.

"Grandfather, are you going to join her in forcing me too?"

Seeing that she was about to cry, Lin Zhiqing felt a surge of irritation.

She got up, intending to go straight out.

But when he passed by Lin Jingya, he accidentally bumped into her.

Lin Jingya lost her grip for a moment, and the copy of "The Romance of the Western Chamber" fell to the ground.

Lin Zhiqing squatted down to pick it up, but Lin Jingya seemed to have been stepped on and quickly bent down to pick up the book herself.

Her fingertips paused, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved upwards as she glanced at Lin Jingya with interest.

Lin Jingya met her gaze, her eyes showing a hint of panic, but she forced herself to remain calm and looked away.

Lin Zhiqing didn't say much, and walked out of the courtyard gate with Lin Qingshan.

Just before the courtyard gate closed, she suddenly turned around and found Lin Jingya still standing by the stone table, holding the copy of "The Romance of the Western Chamber" tightly in her hands.

Lin Zhiqing frowned and remained silent as they returned to the main hall.

Lin Qingshan sighed softly: "Your fourth uncle has been intelligent since childhood, but he is a bit weak."

"I finally got such a daughter, but I haven't taught her properly."

"Now that I see it, everyone says that nephews resemble their uncles, and Jingya's personality is just like your uncle's, especially stubborn."

"Zhiqing dares not speak ill of her elders." Lin Zhiqing spoke tactfully.

Lin Qingshan patted Lin Zhiqing on the shoulder: "Qing'er, Bianliang is not like Shengjing. I can't guarantee anything else, but it's still okay for you to talk to your granddaughter."

"You are free to say or do whatever you want."

“Grandfather, in that case, I do indeed have a request to make.” Lin Zhiqing said without any hesitation.

Lin Qingshan immediately beamed with joy: "What is it? If it's related to Jingya, just do it."

Lin Zhiqing was not surprised. Anyone with a brain could tell something was wrong from Lin Jingya's words.

“Grandfather, you mentioned in your previous letter that you wanted to hear about the intricacies of the Mind-Analysis School.” Lin Zhiqing had a faint smile on his face, quite different from his previous seriousness.

“Indeed, I have never heard of or seen anything like the Mind-Observation Theory before, and I am quite curious about it.” Lin Qingshan was very interested in words like “dream” and “hypnosis.”

Because this was something beyond his comprehension.

Lin Zhiqing recalled the furnishings in Lin Jingya's courtyard and had a plan in mind: "Grandfather, don't go to bed tonight. I need some things."

"Tell me, and I'll have someone go down and prepare." Lin Qingshan rubbed his hands together impatiently, even more excited than when he went to the battlefield.

Lin Zhiqing lowered his voice: "Find some storybooks, lots of them, and prepare a zither, and..."

Lin Qingshan's expression grew increasingly strange. He hadn't seen these things in the letters, and they seemed to have nothing to do with numerology or medicine.

Lin Zhiqing smiled but remained silent.