Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 329 Carrying a Knife on a Rainy Night (1)

In life, many things are difficult to judge simply by liking or disliking.

Just like Zhao Gaizhi.

He knew very well that the woman he truly loved was Qin Cuicui, who had been by his side since childhood. She was of ordinary appearance and figure, yet she brought him sunshine-like warmth... But how much weight could this love carry? At least, when the old Marquis angrily roared, "Qin Cuicui is of lowly status and can only be a concubine, not a wife. Otherwise, both of you will be kicked out of the Marquis's mansion," Zhao Gaizhi hesitated, wavered, and then compromised.

Being kicked out of the Marquis's mansion meant being expelled from the family register and barred from inheriting the marquis's title. Even though Zhao Gaizhi found many excuses and reasons for himself, such as that he was just a spoiled young master who couldn't even survive without the Marquis's mansion; that his father was old and he couldn't be disobedient and unfilial; that even if he became a concubine, he could still stay with him forever... But no matter how many excuses or reasons he had, he couldn't change the fact that in Zhao Gaizhi's heart, Qin Cuicui's importance was not as great as the title of marquis.

Does this prove that Zhao Gaizhi's feelings for Qin Cuicui were fake?

But that's not necessarily true!

Zhao Gaizhi, a pampered heir of a marquis's family, was willing to force his father to expel him from the family genealogy and accuse him of filial impiety for Qin Cuicui's sake, which in itself demonstrates the importance Zhao Gaizhi placed on Qin Cuicui. When Qin Cuicui died in childbirth, Zhao Gaizhi's pain and tears were genuine.

He still liked Qin Cuicui very much, a liking second only to the title... In fact, in the years since Qin Cuicui's death, his constant longing for her seemed to make Zhao Gaizhi feel that even the title was not so important anymore.

He and Yang Shuxuan had been together for over twenty years. Although they were initially forced into a marriage by their families, they developed feelings for each other over time. Yang Shuxuan was a gentle and unassuming person who never competed for anything. Even though Zhao Gaizhi loved Qin Cuicui, his heart still couldn't help but be drawn to Yang Shuxuan. He respected and loved her. Sometimes Zhao Gaizhi thought that even if their family didn't have high positions or immense wealth, living a harmonious and happy life together would be quite good.

But why is this happening?
Zhao Gaizhi's eyes turned dark and gloomy.

It was fine before we didn't know, but now that we know how Cui Cui died, we have to do something about it.

call!
A gust of cold wind blew by. Although Dongling wasn't too cold, the night wind still allowed the winter chill to seep into one's clothes, leaving one feeling cold all over. Looking up at the sky, one could see that layers of dark clouds had drifted in, obscuring the bright moon and making the sky gloomy as if it were about to rain again.

Zhao Gaizhi waited quietly. About fifteen minutes later, a loud rumble was heard, and a bolt of lightning suddenly tore through the sky, followed by a downpour of large raindrops.

It's raining heavily.

Before long, puddles formed in the backyard. The maid on night watch, flustered, walked towards the eaves, still chattering about the weather in Dongling.

The wind is strong.

It rains heavily.

It's a good day to kill someone.

Even if there is any movement, it will probably be submerged by the rain.

Thinking this, Zhao Gaizhi stepped out of the darkness, his feet stomping on the ground, splashing water everywhere.

The rain curtain separated the world like a screen. The two maids were patting the water droplets off their clothes under the eaves, completely unaware of the approaching footsteps. It wasn't until Zhao Gaizhi was right in front of them that the two maids seemed to finally realize something. They looked up and saw a figure appear out of nowhere in the downpour. This startled the two maids. After looking closely, they realized it was their master. Luckily, they didn't scream.

The two maids hurriedly bowed apologetically, while also wondering what had happened to their master, that he was soaking wet in the middle of the night and hadn't even brought an umbrella.

Just as the two maids bent over, a curved knife appeared in his palm and, without the slightest hesitation, slashed towards their long, white necks.

Swish, swish.

Two knives.

The two poor maids had no idea what had happened before their bodies were severed, their heads rolling on the ground into the mud and water, their eyes still wide open. Perhaps they felt some pain in the moment before they died.

Both of these maids were brought by Yang Shuxuan from the Yang family.

He was Yang Shuxuan's confidant.

They were naturally aware of the despicable things Yang Shuxuan had done, so what was the point of keeping them alive?
puff.

The two bodies also fell to the ground.

Blood gushed from where his neck had been severed, mingling with the force of his fall, quickly staining the ground a dark brown. Zhao Gaizhi looked at the curved sword in his hand, sighing inwardly. Although his martial arts skills, learned in childhood, had become somewhat rusty, they hadn't completely fallen behind. His level was certainly insufficient against highly skilled martial artists, but dealing with these maids was no problem.

The torrential rain that fell late at night showed no signs of stopping.

The rustling sound entered his ears, but it did not disturb Zhao Gaizhi's mind. On the contrary, his heart remained as cold as ice.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open, but the sound was barely noticeable due to the heavy rain.

This time it wasn't locked, and Zhao Gaizhi stepped inside. Although the room was dark, it wasn't completely dark either.

Step by step, I walked to the bedside and sat down.

In the darkness, Zhao Gaizhi gazed at Yang Shuxuan's gentle face. His rough fingers reached out and touched her delicate, tender cheeks. Time had not left many marks on Yang Shuxuan's face; she was still as beautiful as when she first got married.

The calluses on her fingers rubbed against her, causing a slight itch and sting. Yang Shuxuan, who was fast asleep, groggily opened her eyes. When she saw the shadow sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark room, she was startled. She opened her mouth and instinctively wanted to scream for help, but Zhao Gaizhi seemed to have anticipated this. His fingers slid down and covered Yang Shuxuan's mouth.

The scream turned into a sob.

As if driven by pure instinct, Yang Shuxuan struggled desperately.

"Shh, don't move, it's me, I'm your husband."

Zhao Gaizhi spoke softly.

Yang Shuxuan gradually calmed down, and her eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness. Even up close, she could still recognize her husband's face. She saw his wet sleeves and dripping hair, and she also saw Zhao Gaizhi's dark eyes. For some reason, Zhao Gaizhi now gave her the creeps, and she felt that he was somewhat crazy.

"Master, what are you doing?" Yang Shuxuan's throat bobbed. "If you want someone to keep you company, just send someone to call for you, and I will go to accompany you."

"By the way, where are Die'er and Hong'er?"

They were two maids at the door.

Zhao Gaizhi smiled and said, "They're... asleep."

For some reason, Yang Shuxuan felt even more panicked.

She felt that Zhao Gaizhi was acting very strangely today, with something eerie about him.

“Master, I… I’m not feeling well today. How about letting Die’er and Hong’er keep you company? They are my maids, after all, they are your people…” Yang Shuxuan stammered.

Zhao Gaizhi's smile deepened: "Where is Yang Feng?"

Boom... click.

A clap of thunder sounded outside the window.

Yang Shuxuan shuddered, her pretty face instantly freezing in the darkness, her wide pupils filled with endless fear.

How could he know?

"It's at Jiuxiang Temple, right?"

"You went to Jiuxiang Temple today to have a secret rendezvous with Yang Feng?" Zhao Gaizhi's voice was icy.

Yang Shuxuan's throat bobbed as she desperately swallowed, "Master, what are you saying? I don't understand."

"Don't you understand?" Zhao Gaizhi pondered for a moment. "If I put it this way, you should understand. Zhao Feng is Yang Feng's son, right?"

"You and Yang Feng are truly vicious to have let me raise a bastard for almost twenty years."

How could he know?

impossible.

impossible.

impossible.

Zhao Gaizhi's words had such a huge impact that even Yang Shuxuan, who was considered very intelligent, was completely at a loss for words in response to this sudden shock.

"They even dared to plot to seize the title of Marquis of Anning."

"Are they trying to completely devour the Marquis of Anning's family?"

Zhao Gaizhi's voice was very calm: "From the day we got married, I knew you probably didn't like me, just as I had no feelings for you. We were just living together out of convenience. But then again, how many families these days don't just make do like that?" "I understand that you wanted your child with your lover to live a life of wealth and luxury, but why did you also kill my other women and children? Why did you want to make me childless? Those children, even if they were born, would only be illegitimate sons, posing no threat to you or Zhao Feng. Do you remember, when Cui Cui was dying, she was still thinking of your kindness, remembering how you took good care of her when she was pregnant? But she was just too stupid, she didn't know that she was thanking a wolf in sheep's clothing."

“Master, I didn’t…” Yang Shuxuan retorted instinctively.

"I've read all the letters sewn into the quilt."

In a single sentence, Yang Shuxuan understood that Zhao Gaizhi already knew the whole truth, and any rebuttal she made would seem pale and powerless.

Now that things have come to this, Yang Shuxuan is not so scared anymore.

Her expression turned cold, as if all pretense had vanished at that moment. She even sat up in bed, her eyes meeting Zhao Gaizhi's directly: "How did you know?"

"Song Yan told me."

"It really is that bastard! Damn it, he brings trouble to the Yang family wherever he goes." Yang Shuxuan cursed vulgarly, her usual gentle demeanor completely gone.

At this moment, Yang Shuxuan was nothing more than a vulgar woman with a reasonably pretty appearance.

After cursing a couple of times, Yang Shuxuan suddenly sneered again: "Why did you kill Qin Cuicui and the others? What else could it be? Of course, it's because I didn't like them. What is Qin Cuicui? She's just a lowly maid. Why should she be with the man she likes?"

jealous.

It's that simple.

What a woman might do when she's jealous is something she probably can't even imagine herself.

"You're right, I killed all of your concubines."

"Your children lost their lives because of me." Seeing Zhao Gaizhi's gloomy face, Yang Shuxuan said with a hint of smugness, "Do you know that even with plenty of meat, ginseng, and donkey-hide gelatin, it can still kill a woman? Women are just so fragile. Yet, in the eyes of outsiders, I still manage to gain a reputation for being virtuous. Do you know how I feel when others praise me for being virtuous?"

"I couldn't help but want to laugh, but I had to make a pained expression. It was so agonizing."

"As for Zhao Feng, he is indeed not your child."

What do you want now?

"Kill me?"

Yang Shuxuan sneered, and she even pointed a finger at Zhao Gaizhi's forehead without any politeness: "Kill me? You dare to say that?"

"Don't forget, I am a woman of the Yang family."

"Song Yan is like a cunning monkey. It's not easy to kill Song Yan, but it's very easy to crush a mere Marquis of Anning."

Zhao Gaizhi swayed slightly. Was this Yang Shuxuan her true form?
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

"Coward." Yang Shuxuan muttered. Now that things were out in the open, she was too lazy to keep pretending. "If you don't dare to make a move, then get lost. I'm going to sleep."

"And don't you dare try anything with Feng'er..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Gaizhi added, "However, Song Yan will kill you."

Song Yan said that this matter could be pinned on him. Although he didn't know why Song Yan wanted to do it, he didn't mind adding fuel to the fire.

what?
Yang Shuxuan was taken aback.

Before she could understand what those words meant, Zhao Gaizhi suddenly stood up, grabbed a curved knife, and slashed at Yang Shuxuan.

puff.

puff.

puff.

Every cut went deep into the flesh.

Occasionally, you can hear the cracking sound of the blade colliding with the bone.

Yang Shuxuan was stunned for a moment, and only felt the pain when her skin was torn open.

At this moment, Yang Shuxuan could no longer maintain her previous arrogance and pride. She screamed desperately and subconsciously raised her arm, trying to block the knife that was about to be slashed at her head.

With a snap, half of the arm bone was broken.

Blood was flowing freely.

At this moment, Zhao Gaizhi had completely turned into a madman, mechanically swinging his scimitar. With each slash and each spurt of blood, Zhao Gaizhi became increasingly excited.

His face was even contorted with a ferocious excitement.

This knife was for his poor Cui Cui.

This blow was for his pitiful child, who never even had a chance to see the world.

This strike was for the twenty years he had been fooled.

Yang Shuxuan was terrified. Zhao Gaizhi looked like a demon that had come out of the underworld. She screamed, "Master, spare me! I will never do it again! I know I was wrong!"

"No, you just know you're about to die."

Zhao Gaizhi wiped the blood from his face, then swung his knife down again. With a snap, the raised arm was completely severed, and the blade embedded itself in his forehead.

He was somewhat shocked; how could human vitality be so tenacious?

It had already been slashed dozens of times, yet it was still not dead, and could even let out painful groans.

puff.

puff.

puff.

Zhao Gaizhi had no idea how many times he had slashed, whether it was a hundred cuts, two hundred cuts, or more.
Zhao Gaizhi left the room, panting heavily, only after the entire bed had turned a deep crimson.

As I stepped outside, a heavy rain began to fall.

Raindrops pattered on my face.

Burning pain.

He broke free from the tyranny, and the blood on his body was washed away by the rain.

Zhao Gaizhi shook his head vigorously and then walked to the other side.

Zhao Feng was, after all, a man, and there weren't many guards in the courtyard. Zhao Gaizhi silently slipped into his son's room. Looking at his son, whom he had loved for twenty years, sleeping soundly on the bed, Zhao Gaizhi's face darkened.

A thunderous explosion rang out.

The shadow of Zhao Feng, holding a curved sword high, was reflected on his face.

While fast asleep, Zhao Feng seemed to be awakened by an insidious killing intent. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the sharp blade slashing straight toward his forehead.

Open your mouth wide.

Before he could even scream, there was a crack.

The blade was embedded in the skull.

Fresh blood gushed out!

Another few hundred dollars.

When Zhao Gaizhi stepped out of the room, he looked at the blade again and saw that it was already curled up, with bits of skin and meat still hanging on it.

(End of this chapter)