Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 197 Fang Hai's Hat (3)

The Yi and Luo Rivers flow ceaselessly.

Even from a great distance, you can hear the rushing water.

A few days ago, there was another light drizzle. The rain wasn't heavy, but it lasted a long time, so the Yi River was still quite turbulent. I wonder if Princess Gaoyang can swim... no, in such a turbulent river, even if she could swim, she would probably be swept away by the underwater whirlpools, unless she was a martial arts master.

The image of Princess Gaoyang immediately came to mind.

Full-figured and graceful, with an elegant and charming appearance.

She is indeed a very charming woman, but she probably doesn't know martial arts.

Song Yan sighed. It wasn't that he had any special feelings for Princess Gaoyang; after all, they had only met a handful of times, and he was more familiar with her than with Gaoyang or even Mingyue. As for being distant relatives, they didn't bring any kinship. He simply felt it was a pity that such a charming woman was gone.

He had a plan in mind for resolving this trouble, but he didn't tell the guard; he only mentioned Yang Ming and Song Zhe's names.

Ultimately, the choice is up to Fang Hai. Although I haven't known Fang Hai for very long, I have a good impression of this old man, Song Yan. But if Fang Hai chooses another path, then we'll probably only be enemies in the future.

Moreover, although the blame may have been shifted eastward, it doesn't necessarily mean that Song Zhe and Yang Ming were wronged.

The fact that the two suddenly appeared in Songzhou Prefecture, and that Luo Tianshu couldn't even find them, suggests that they weren't just sightseeing; they had much more to do. First, they killed Gao Yang, then Fang Jun, instigating a conflict between the imperial family and the Fang family, while they themselves reaped the benefits from behind the scenes—a tactic very similar to Song Zhe's.

Of course, these are just Song Yan's speculations.

As for evidence, if Fang Hai really wanted to do that, he could have as much evidence as he wanted.

In fact, many people are unscrupulous when doing bad things, but when they are investigated, they start demanding evidence. They only think of the law when it is in their own interest.

But since you've already gone so far as to kill someone, is it really that much to ask that we fabricate a little evidence to frame you?

Song Yan shook his head, no longer thinking about these trivial matters. He called the heavily armored soldiers around him to get up and prepare to start the next leg of their journey. They needed to find a place to set up camp before dark.

Even heavily armored soldiers face numerous dangers when marching at night.

As for the affairs of Songzhou Prefecture, it's probably not his place to worry about them.

Even if things really went to the worst, the remaining five thousand Japanese soldiers would be enough to stabilize the situation. He believed that with Luo Yuheng's abilities, he wouldn't be unable to resolve such a small matter.

……

Songzhou City, Fang Mansion.

As soon as Luo Yuheng arrived at the door, he heard a series of heart-wrenching cries.

It was Jiang Miaojun's voice.

The gatekeeper recognized Luo Yuheng and, perhaps having received instructions from Fang Hai, did not stop him. He simply let Luo Yuheng in with a sorrowful expression. Upon reaching the front yard, they saw Jiang Miaojun throwing herself onto Fang Jun's corpse and wailing. Fang Jun had died a gruesome death; his abdomen was riddled with holes from knife wounds, and his internal organs were likely rotten.

That ashen face still held an expression of shock and disbelief.

Standing nearby were many guards, each with a sorrowful and angry expression. If the murderer dared to show up here, he would probably be skinned alive by these guards. After all, although Fang Jun had some unusual hobbies, he was still quite good to the servants of the Fang family.

Fang Hai sat to the side.

He was, after all, the eldest son of the Fang family and the Marquis of Songyang. Having weathered many storms, he possessed a certain composure, at least not appearing as broken as Jiang Miaojun, though his face remained pale. For Fang Hai, the troubles he faced far outweighed those of Jiang Miaojun. The death of the eldest son would shake his position within the Fang family. His brothers from the other branches of the family wouldn't care; they would undoubtedly seize this opportunity to suppress him.

"My son..."

"You died a terrible death."

"Mother will definitely avenge you. No matter who it is, I will tear them to pieces."

Jiang Miaojun's voice kept getting into Fang Hai's ears, making his already bad mood even more irritable. His brows furrowed, and he looked up, wanting to scold Jiang Miaojun, but then he spotted Luo Yuheng and quickly stood up from his chair: "Your Highness, the Princess..."

The Eldest Princess!
These three words seemed to trigger something, and Jiang Miaojun jolted awake, raising her head abruptly. Her bloodshot eyes were fixed on Luo Yuheng, her gaze like that of a predatory beast, filled with madness and resentment. The next second, Jiang Miaojun scrambled to her feet, completely abandoning any semblance of a marquis's elegance and poise, lunging at Luo Yuheng like a madwoman.

"Luo Yuheng, you bitch, how dare you come here again? You killed Jun'er! Give me back my son's life!"

Screaming, she reached out and scratched at Luo Yuheng's face with her fingers.

Seeing this scene, many guards, servants, and maids couldn't help but shake their heads.

The eldest son is dead, and everyone is saddened, but you can't just grab anyone and accuse them of murder, can you? We know you have a bad relationship with the princess, but you can't just casually pin the blame for the eldest son's murder on her.

Behind Luo Yuheng, Zhang San and the others instinctively reached for the swords at their waists. Once Jiang Miaojun got close enough, the long swords would instantly sever her head.

Just then, Luo Yuheng shook his head, signaling the others not to act rashly. He then turned his gaze to Fang Hai, whose face was twisted almost ferociously. Suddenly, Fang Hai shouted, "Stop this bitch!"

Upon receiving the master's order, several maids rushed over and nearly stopped Jiang Miaojun.

But now Jiang Miaojun had clearly lost control. Her mind was consumed by the single thought of avenging her son; she only wanted to strangle Luo Yuheng. Her body thrashed about, her clothes torn, her hair disheveled, and she screamed repeatedly.
"How dare you! Who gave you the audacity to stop me? I am the mistress of the Marquis's mansion. Believe me or not, I'll beat you all to death..." "Luo Yuheng, you vile woman, you actually dared to kill my son! I'll make you pay with your life!"

"Fang Hai, are you even a man? The murderer who killed your son is right here! What are you standing there for? Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!"

Like a madman.

These words perfectly describe Jiang Miaojun now.

Luo Yuheng's expression remained unchanged. He glanced at Jiang Miaojun's deranged appearance, then frowned and raised his head: "He is Gao Yang's husband, and can also be considered my nephew-in-law. Why would I kill him?"

Jiang Miaojun grinned, her teeth even glistening with blood: "You're taking revenge because of what I did to Gao..."

Snapped!
Before she could finish speaking, a slap landed heavily on Jiang Miaojun's face, effectively silencing her.

Jiang Miaojun was stunned for a moment, then opened her mouth again, as if she wanted to start cursing.

Snapped!
Another slap landed.

Jiang Miaojun became obedient.

She stared blankly at Fang Hai, unable to understand why her husband could remain indifferent when the murderer who killed their son was right in front of him.
Her lips trembled, but she ultimately dared not scream or howl like before.

Sure enough, nothing can't be solved with one slap; if it can't, then two slaps will do.

"Please forgive me, Your Highness. My wife has been traumatized and has gone somewhat mad." Fang Hai sighed and said in a deep voice. The matter of Jiang Miaojun arranging for someone to murder the princess must not be revealed. Once it is, there will be no turning back.

The royal family and the Fang family will have a complete break.

Although the royal family is in decline, it can still rival the Fang family. Moreover, the people from Bailu Academy, Xilin Academy, and the Yang family will definitely not let this opportunity pass them by.

They would pounce on the Fang family like a pack of wild beasts, devouring their flesh and blood.

Jiang Miaojun, that vile woman, could bring down an entire family with just one sentence.

Indeed, marrying an unvirtuous wife brings misfortune to three generations.

Luo Yuheng nodded and didn't pursue Jiang Miaojun's rudeness. She merely glanced at Fang Hai, a smile playing on her lips. She knew Fang Hai had made his choice, and the biggest weight had been lifted from his heart. All that remained was to find the murderer and take revenge.

"I didn't kill Fang Jun."

Fang Hai gave a wry smile: "I know."

"The time between Princess Gaoyang's disappearance and Jun'er's death was only an hour. Even if the Eldest Princess wanted to take revenge, she wouldn't have the time."

Just then, a guard strode over from outside, whispered something in Fang Hai's ear, and Fang Hai's expression changed. He waved his hand, dismissing all the maids and guards.

In the large front yard, only Luo Yuheng, Fang Hai, and Jiang Miaojun remained.

Fang Hai's face was gloomy and cold. He glanced at Jiang Miaojun, and his gaze made Jiang Miaojun tremble all over: "Speak, why did you want to murder Gao Yang?"

"You've disliked Gao Yang for a long time, but things have been relatively peaceful. Your desire for your stupid niece from the Jiang family to become a concubine was suppressed by my father and me, and had nothing to do with Gao Yang. Who exactly is instigating you to consider killing Gao Yang? Do you think that without Gao Yang, your foolish niece can take her place?"

As he spoke, Fang Hai walked toward Jiang Miaojun.

This somewhat portly man, however, exerted immense pressure on Jiang Miaojun at this moment. Her throat bobbed as she stammered, "No, no one's here, I..."

"Let me guess, is he a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six, with a hooked nose and a mole on the corner of his eyebrow?"

In an instant, Jiang Miaojun's face changed drastically. The impact of those words was too exaggerated, almost instantly shattering her psychological defenses. She subconsciously began to fabricate a lie: "Master, you, you listen to me, it's not what you think. That day he was in my room and we were just having some tea. It was only because you suddenly barged in that he crawled under the bed."

"Sir, there's really nothing between us, you have to believe me."

boom……

Click.

In an instant, it was as if a thunderbolt exploded above Fang Hai's head.

It really was Yang Ming.

The infamous heartbreaker of young women in Dongling!
He felt as if his head had turned a bright green.

It’s over.

I've become Song Hongtao.

(End of this chapter)