Jian Zhaoxing

Chapter 232 Manipulating in the Palm of Your Hand

That night, Lin Jingya thought about what Lin Zhiqing had said during the day and felt worried.

She lay in bed, unable to resist stroking the copy of "The Romance of the Western Chamber".

"Shh!"

A soft rustling sound of turning pages rang out. She pressed down on the pages, got up, and closed the window.

Hearing the wind, she felt a pang of sorrow. Back in bed, she couldn't help but turn to a page and murmur aloud:

"Gazing at him until his eyes are brimming with tears, and his delicate features are furrowed with worry."

Then, Lin Jingya put the book in her bosom, as if it could accompany her to sleep.

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard gate.

Lin Qingshan squatted on the roof, looking at the circle of sketchbooks around him, feeling genuinely puzzled.

Seeing that Lin Zhiqing remained silent, he didn't dare to speak either.

In his eyes, these storybooks were not good things.

If Lin Zhiqing knew his thoughts, he would definitely make him take a good look at the copy of "The Romance of the Western Chamber" in Lin Jingya's hand.

That's a banned book!
If the person reading this book were Lin Yangyang, Lin Congli would certainly have to resort to family discipline.

However, in Bianliang, Lin Jingya seemed to have only found this little bit of psychological comfort.

She hid it very well, and Lin Qingshan probably didn't discover the copy of "The Romance of the Western Chamber".

Lin Zhiqing removed a tile, observed for a moment, and after confirming that Lin Jingya was asleep, made a hand gesture.

Soon, a gentle breeze rustled through the sketchbooks, and the sound of pages turning filled the air.

Along with that came the sound of a zither and the aroma of chrysanthemum wine.

Oh right, that's all... wait!
Lin Zhiqing sniffed, and she could also smell a chicken leg aroma.

Before she could turn around to look, a greasy chicken leg appeared in front of her.

This is not an illusion!
"Qing'er, I heard from Yangyang that you haven't been eating properly the whole way. Here, it smells delicious." Lin Qingshan ate with great relish.

He took a bite of chicken leg and a sip of chrysanthemum wine.

A bite of chicken leg, a sip of chrysanthemum wine.

In the blink of an eye, the chicken leg turned into a skeleton.

No, is that right?

Is my majestic, unfathomable, and steady grandfather the same person as the grandfather in front of me who is all talk and no action?
Lin Zhiqing hadn't expected her grandfather to have such a good attitude, even going so far as to climb onto someone's roof and eat a chicken leg. She rubbed her forehead.
"Grandfather, this chrysanthemum wine is the hypnotic tool I prepared, so please don't make me drink it all!"

"Props?" Lin Qingshan blinked, then looked at the small bottle of chrysanthemum wine in his hand:
“You brought this thing up here, I thought it was a gift from you, no wonder there’s no smell of alcohol at all.”

"But it tastes pretty good."

Lin Zhiqing felt like she was about to burst out laughing: "Grandfather, the things we're showing our respect to you should all be displayed in your courtyard."

Lin Qingshan took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands, a hint of guilt appearing on his face: "Qing'er, is there any more wine? Hopefully it won't cause any problems."

Lin Zhiqing took the small bottle and shook it. Feeling that it was still about half full, she placed it next to her and said, "If you drink any more, it won't be enough."

"That's enough." Lin Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief.

He was still holding the chicken leg meant for Lin Zhiqing in his left hand, but Lin Zhiqing didn't take it.

The two of them just squatted on the roof without saying another word.

They were afraid of disturbing Lin Jingya.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, Lin Qingshan grew increasingly uneasy: "Qing'er, do you think it's possible that the smell of my chicken leg is affecting the taste of the wine?"

"Hmm... that's not impossible," Lin Zhiqing replied casually.

Regret and guilt welled up in Lin Qingshan's heart with those words. Lin Zhiqing smiled mischievously: "But the possibility is even smaller than my cousin going to the bookstore tomorrow."

Lin Yangyang?
Bookstore?

First of all, women were not allowed to enter bookstores.

Secondly, Lin Yangyang doesn't like reading, so even if she were beaten to death, she would never go to a bookstore.

Realizing he had been tricked by his granddaughter, Lin Qingshan took a big bite of the chicken leg he had been holding for so long, as a way of venting his anger.

Lin Zhiqing's lips curved slightly.

Just as she was about to say something, Lin Jingya's bed creaked and moved!
Lin Zhiqing and Lin Qingshan exchanged a glance, then Lin Zhiqing raised a finger and put it to his lips: "Shh!"

Lin Qingshan nodded without saying a word.

As a series of creaking sounds rang out, Lin Jingya's voice also came through clearly:
"You've come! You've finally come!"

Lin Qingshan frowned. Who's here?
Lin Zhiqing's face remained expressionless.

Lin Jingya's voice continued:

"Without that bitch, we can finally be together!"

"Do you know that I've been thinking about you day and night these past few days!"

"It's been a long time since we parted ways that day, and I almost thought I would never see you again."

"You came to Bianjing to pick me up, didn't you?"

As each sentence became clearer, Lin Qingshan's expression grew increasingly grim.

Lin Jingya is still unmarried, but her words just now clearly expressed her feelings to a man!
Fortunately, it's just him and Lin Zhiqing here now. If this gets out, the marriages of all the younger generation in the Lin family will probably be affected.

However, since the hypnosis was in progress, Lin Qingshan suppressed his anger and continued listening.

Lin Jingya seemed to have seen something that excited her, and couldn't help but laugh:
"Hahaha, now that Lin Zhiqing is dead, you can finally fulfill your long-cherished wish, break off your engagement with her, and be with me!"

"Thanks to the methods you taught me, Lin Yangyang and Lin Zhiqing are both dead, and I am the only legitimate daughter of the Lin family."

"The marriage certificate says I'm the legitimate daughter of the Lin family. If I just cross out Lin Zhiqing's name, I'll also be the legitimate daughter of the Lin family!"

"The wedding date? Your Highness, set it for next month. I can't wait!"

Hearing these words, Lin Zhiqing's long-held suspicions were confirmed, and she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But Lin Qingshan, who was beside her, was completely unprepared.

The marriage certificate, the deaths of Lin Zhiqing and Lin Yangyang, a long-cherished wish, and the only legitimate daughter!
With these words put together, how could Lin Qingshan not sense the trickery involved!

An intense surge of anger rose from the ground, and the veins on Lin Qingshan's hand, which was gripping a chicken leg, bulged.

The poor chicken leg was thrown out in an instant.

Just as Lin Qingshan's anger was about to erupt, Lin Zhiqing gently patted his arm.

Lin Qingshan's anger gradually subsided after Lin Zhiqing's reassurance.

Hearing this, Lin Zhiqing understood the whole story of how she had murdered her cousin that day.

The story begins with Biluo identifying the original owner of the body and ends with the discovery of the apparent murderer, Lin Jingya.

From beginning to end, the Lin family was always manipulated by Jiang Liuyun.

Lin Jingya likes Jiang Liuyun!

Judging from this, the two of them might have been secretly exchanging gifts for quite some time.

Lin Jingya was indeed instigated, which is why she targeted Lin Zhiqing and Lin Yangyang, in order to eliminate the other women in the Lin family and marry Jiang Liuyun.

All of this finally came together, forming a closed loop.