The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

Looking at her leaving back, Su Qingmo's eyes full of grief, indignation and sadness flickered for a moment.

Cold tears slowly slid down his cheeks.

When Su Yueming passed the inner room, he paused, and his eyes fell on the thick rope on the ground. There were blood marks on the rope, probably because the skin on Su Qingmo's neck was worn out and blood came out.

"Miss San..." Second Aunt chased after her.

Su Yueming squatted down slowly, picked up the rope, rubbed it in his hands, and thoughtfulness flashed across his eyes.

"Miss San, is there any question?" Liu Piao'er asked.

"This rope..." Su Yueming looked at Second Aunt, and asked, "Is it from the Ranxiang Garden? What did Second Aunt put this kind of rope in the yard for?"

"This..." The second aunt was startled, a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, and she said tightly, "There has never been such a rope in Ranxiang Garden."

"Then who put this rope here?" Su Yueming brushed the rope with her fingers, and suddenly, a tingling sensation hit her, and she gasped.

"Miss San, you are bleeding! Throw away the rope!" Seeing this, Bi'er quickly snatched the rope from Su Yueming's hand and threw it on the ground.

Su Yueming spread out her palms, only to see two deep blood marks suddenly appeared on her palms, and the pain was tight.

The second aunt suddenly squatted down, picked up the rope, checked it suspiciously, and suddenly whispered, "God, there is something tied up in this rope, yes, it's thin rust!"

No wonder!

When Su Yueming was holding the rope, his hand felt prickly, and when he wiped it lightly, blood came out from his hand.

Su Qingmo used this kind of rope to hang himself, even if he didn't hang himself, he would die from the blood vessels being punctured by the thin rust.

"Someone wants the second lady to die!" The second aunt's hand holding the rope trembled slightly, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and a sense of fear emerged spontaneously from the soles of her feet.

Su Yueming's eyes froze, and a trace of coldness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said meaningfully, "Second Aunt is awake this time."

"Third Miss, who do you think this is? Who wants Second Miss's life." Second Aunt threw the rope on the ground and asked

Su Yueming looked at the rope, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Mom must have told Second Aunt what happened to Second Sister in Jing'an Temple just now."

"This..." Second Aunt's upright eyes flickered, the eldest lady had indeed told her that Su Qingmo was murdered by Su Yueming.

"This rope...is almost the same as the rope used to hang the second sister on the peach blossom tree in Jing'an Temple. I think the person who put the rope must know that the second sister has recently lost her mind and has a weak heart, so he deliberately used the rope that can be hanged. Put it in her bedroom, force her to remember the incident of being hanged on the peach blossom tree, and lure her to commit suicide."

"Yes, who is so cruel, that poor child has no hope in life, who wants to kill her!" Second Aunt's eyes turned red.

Su Yueming's eyes lightened slightly, and she looked at Second Auntie, who was startled by this look, her palms were sweating.

"Or..." Su Yueming's voice became even colder, "Someone took advantage of the second sister's deep sleep and put her on the rope, creating the illusion of hanging herself!"

"This..." Second Auntie looked at Su Yueming incredulously, "How is this possible? Everyone here, they are all from us."

"My own people?" Su Yueming suddenly smiled, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his eyes were unpredictable, "Probably they are all our own people."