The Charming Little Beauty is Being Targeted Again [Infinite]

The Widow in the Mansion 8

The so-called "ancestral grave" refers to the practice of burying people who have died unexpectedly and cannot enter the family grave. They are usually buried at the edge of their own land, which is also known as "watching over the land."

For a prestigious family like the Chengs, it wouldn’t be surprising if they specifically designated an area for this purpose rather than burying their members randomly in the fields.

Yu Deng responded with an “Ah, I see.”

As for the Cheng family, Yu Deng currently only knows that his unseen husband is dead. Could this be referring to the deceased husband?

“We should go in and check the situation,” Cheng Xiao said, putting his arm around Yu Deng’s shoulders. Just as they were about to enter, they saw Sister Tong, an experienced player, returning.

Sister Tong said gravely, "My props have been triggered."

Her item, which detects weapons, indicated that a weapon was nearby, most likely the place where the incident occurred.

The group hurried into the house with the panicked crowd and went up to the second floor, where they saw a beautiful woman lying on a dressing table. A long, sharp silver hairpin was stuck in her throat, piercing through both sides of her neck.

The brown tabletop was stained with splattered blood.

“I followed the madam’s orders and called her as soon as it was dawn,” the maid who was responsible stammered. “But when I came in, I found her like this...”

The butler had already hurried over and instructed someone to place the deceased Fourth Concubine on a chaise longue.

Yu Deng peered over Cheng Xiao’s shoulder to observe.

The concubine’s eyes were closed, so her expression was unclear, but her face did not show signs of pain or agony, and her clothes were neatly arranged.

“Little Mom, look, she doesn’t seem to have struggled at all during the whole process,” Cheng Xiao whispered in Yu Deng’s ear.

Was it that she didn’t struggle, couldn’t, or didn’t dare?

Yu Deng tried to conduct a rational analysis following Cheng Xiao’s words. However, reasoning was not his strong suit, and after a while, his head felt like it was buzzing.

The Cheng family members had mostly arrived, and Cheng Chaoxia’s face was even more unpleasant than the day before. Someone was instructed to remove the hairpin.

“Wait, this hairpin looks familiar. Isn’t this my sister’s?” one concubine suddenly spoke up. Her sister referred to Cheng Laoye’s legitimate wife.

The old lady glanced at her indifferently. “I lost it last month.”

“That’s just your word against mine. The master has favored her the most in recent years, always letting her serve him, and even agreed to give her son a share of the estate. You’ve always been jealous of her, haven’t you?” The concubine was persistent, almost aggressive. “The master’s death must be related to you, right?”

Yu Deng listened intently.

Could the culprit really be the old lady? Is it really that simple?

“I was reciting Buddhist scriptures all day yesterday and didn’t see him at all. Last night, I wasn’t here either,” the old lady sneered. “I’m already at death’s door; why would I wait until now to act?”

At this moment, the butler, after examining the hairpin, hesitated and said, “This hairpin has bloodstains on the tip that are a different color. They must have dried for quite some time.”