The fate was changed, the mistress of the Hou family was slapped in the face and made money to win

Chapter 408: Letter in the Pen

Han Nian'an didn't make it to the Mid-Autumn Festival.

On the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival, she was found dead in the hut.

When a person dies, he lies on his side in bed.

Her body was covered in burns and it was difficult for her to move. No one knew how she turned over by herself.

The servant who collected the body said that she might be too thirsty and wanted to reach for the teapot next to her.

But the teapot was already there before Han Nian'an was thrown in, and there was a thick layer of dust on it, so it was obvious that there was no water in it.

So another servant who had just arrived at the mansion said that she might want to see the moon.

The window was open, but there was a tree blocking the view, so if I wanted to see the moon, I had to lean sideways and stretch my head to reach it.

Others scoffed at such a romantic speculation, thinking that since the person was about to die, there was no point in looking at the moon.

But no matter what the reason is, it doesn’t matter, the person is already dead.

Although Han Mingzhang knew that Han Nian'an was doomed to die, he still felt it was unlucky that he died just before the Mid-Autumn Festival, so he ordered people to find a piece of wasteland to bury him hastily. Not to mention a coffin, there was not even a tombstone.

Han Nian'an's funeral ended quietly.

When learning of Han Nian'an's death, Jiang Suining simply said, "I know," and then celebrated the holiday with his family as usual.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the Jiang family was very lively and the celebrations continued until the late night, when everyone dispersed to rest.

Jiang Suining lay in bed, but he didn't feel sleepy.

Without disturbing Xier and the others, he put on his clothes, got out of bed, and took out a wooden box.

Inside was the red-carved brush with a cloud and crane pattern.

Jiang Suining seldom takes out this pen, and has never used it, so the whole pen still looks as smooth as new.

Although she was not sad at all about Han Nian'an's death, she couldn't help feeling upset on such a day.

Jiang Suining stood by the window with a pen in his hand, staring at the moon in the sky in a trance.

The question Han Nian'an asked before suddenly came to my mind.

Are there really gods, ghosts, and retribution in this world?

She didn't answer at the time because she didn't know either.

However, if there really are ghosts and gods in the world, would his father know everything that happened to him and Han Nian'an?

When Shen Yanxi quietly climbed over the wall and came in, he saw Jiang Suining standing by the window in a daze.

Shen Yanxi walked forward lightly until he reached the window, then he suddenly asked, "Ningning, are you thinking about me?"

The sudden sound scared Jiang Suining so much that the pen in his hand fell from the window.

Shen Yanxi was quick to catch it.

Jiang Suining came back to his senses and saw that it was Shen Yanxi. He said in a half-angry and half-reproachful tone: "It's late at night, are you trying to scare me to death?"

"Good Ningning, I was wrong. I just wanted to play a joke on you." Shen Yanxi admitted his mistake with a smile and looked at the pen in his hand, "Why are you sitting here in a daze with a pen in the middle of the night?"

"That's my father's relic." Jiang Suining explained.

Shen Yanxi was immediately frightened when he heard this, "Fortunately it wasn't broken."

Jiang Suining took the pen from Shen Yanxi with a smile, "This was made by my father himself. If it breaks, he might come to you in his dream tonight to settle the score."

"It would be great to have my father-in-law come to me in my dreams, but let's not settle the score. I still want to hear my father-in-law's blessings and instructions."

"We haven't even gotten married yet, but you're getting more and more comfortable calling me father-in-law." Jiang Suining said helplessly, looking back at the pen in his hand, "But if my father were still alive, he would probably be very satisfied with you."

This is the truth. After all, few people would be dissatisfied with a son-in-law like Shen Yanxi.

Shen Yanxi also looked at the red-carved brush with cloud and crane patterns and said with a smile: "Although I have no chance to meet my father-in-law, but to have a daughter like you and such a skill, I think my father-in-law must be an extraordinary person."

Jiang Suining chuckled, "The person is no longer with us, so there is no need for you to flatter him."

The expected rebuttal did not come. Shen Yanxi stopped talking and looked at the pen, gradually frowning.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Suining asked, noticing something strange about Shen Yanxi.

"There seems to be something wrong with the engraving on this pen."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Suining looked down at the pen in his hand.

Shen Yanxi reached out to take it and looked at the pattern carefully again.

"I looked through many patterns when I was carving jade before, and this red-carved brush with cloud and crane pattern was among them. It seems that the pattern on it doesn't match up with it."

Although he ended up carving a raccoon, before that, he had flipped through a thick book that had all kinds of patterns recorded on it. After Ning Ning handed him the jade pendant she found on the outskirts of the city, he flipped through the book again to figure out the patterns on it. He remembered clearly that the patterns did not match.

"This was carved by my father himself. Maybe he didn't like the original style, so he made some adjustments himself?" Jiang Suining guessed.

"Patterns of this kind all have their own meanings and rules, and the red-carved cloud-crane pattern brush is no exception. Under normal circumstances, they should not be adjusted at will to avoid destroying the meaning. Unless..."

"Unless he did it on purpose." Jiang Suining took over Shen Yanxi's words and his expression became serious.

She took the pen back and looked at it carefully in her hand. She had no idea what the original pattern should look like, but making these pens was almost her father's only hobby, so there was no way he would make a mistake due to negligence.

Jiang Suining thought for a moment, turned around and walked to the dressing table, took out a thinner hairpin, and began to pry the pen button with the tip of the hairpin.

With a slight click, the pried-open pen button fell on the table, and Jiang Suining saw that there was indeed something hidden inside the pen tube.

Just now when Jiang Suining walked to the dressing table, Shen Yanxi also jumped into the yard from the window. At this moment, he saw Jiang Suining take out a small roll of tightly rolled cloth from the pen tube. His brows furrowed, and he turned to look at the window. After making sure that there was no one there, he closed the window.

Jiang Suining had already opened the small roll of cloth.

It was a handwritten letter from Gu Qingyan, Jiang Suining's father.

A few years ago, Gu Qingyan was executed for embezzling disaster relief funds. The court spared his family from being implicated because of his many years of contributions.

Jiang Suining still remembers clearly that from the incident to the confession of guilt and then to the execution, everything took only a few days, and her father did not even bother to protest his innocence.

But in this handwritten letter, Gu Qingyan wrote clearly that he had never embezzled a penny during his many years in office, and the matter of disaster relief money had nothing to do with him.

On the contrary, after discovering that there was a problem with the disaster relief money, he had been investigating secretly, but the more he investigated, the more frightened he became, because the clues vaguely pointed to the imperial city, or even the royal family.

But before he could continue the investigation, he found that all the clues he was looking for had been wiped out.

What surfaced next was all sorts of seemingly indisputable evidence, and everything was pinned on him!