Never divorce, never stop getting rich

Chapter 116 Fu Zichan is dead

"You...you are..."

Yan Sui covered his neck which was bleeding profusely and looked at Wen Chun in disbelief. He had been on guard against everything but he had never expected that he would stop here today.

Before he died, he went through all his enemies in his mind, but unfortunately, he didn't know who killed him until his death.

After wiping the blood off the sword, Wen Chun hung the jade pendant that Fu Zichan once wore on Fu Hean, who had been dead for a long time. He looked at Fu Hean's face, which was 70% similar to Fu Zichan's, and sneered.

Want to become Fu Zichan? Want to sell Qian Qiansui to the King of Hengzhou? Then Fu Hean can only blame his bad luck.

"Young Pavilion Master, the few people following outside have been dealt with." Someone whispered outside the window.

Wen Chun knew that they could not stay here for long, so he had people pour tung oil all over the place, and then started a fire in the house. Soon the flames reached the beams.

"Go back and tell the Pavilion Master that Fu Zichan has been killed and the mission is accomplished." Wen Chun jumped out of the window, and in just a few breaths, he took the best men in the Pavilion away from here.

From today on, no matter whether Fu Zichan is alive or not, he must be dead in the eyes of everyone.

A huge fire started in the middle of the night and burned till dawn. By the time the Wucheng Bingmasi came to put out the fire, more than half of the huge troupe had been burned down. The troupe owner was dead, and many actors took advantage of the fire to quietly escape.

Even the children who had nowhere to go knew to keep valuables from the troupe close to them. The troupe that was once very popular in the capital collapsed overnight.

When Qian Qiansui received this news, he was asking Miss Awu to take his pulse. This was a benefit of the academy. Regardless of whether they felt uncomfortable or not, regular physical examinations were the best protection for all the teachers in the academy.

"Who?" Qian Qiansui stood up suddenly, knocking over the chair.

"Someone came from the Dali Temple outside and said that something happened to Marquis Anshun." Danzhu didn't quite understand the love-hate relationship between Qian Qiansui and the Marquis' Mansion, but he probably knew that she was not on good terms with the people in the Marquis' Mansion, so he didn't know whether he should be happy or comfort her in the current situation.

After all, according to the news from the Dali Temple, Qian Qiansui is likely to become a widow.

"Something happened? Are you sure it was him? Is there such a good thing?"

Qian Qiansui was so excited that her saliva was about to spurt out. She wiped her chin, thinking about the inheritance of the Marquis' Mansion, and was already calculating whether she should show grief when she returned to the Marquis' Mansion, or whether she should express her sorrow more than despair.

It doesn't matter, she can act for money.

Dan Zhu said with a dull expression, "The initial report is that it's the Marquis, so I asked you to come over and identify the body."

Qian Qiansui lifted up her skirt and was about to rush out. Ah Wu seemed to react suddenly, grabbed Qian Qiansui and whispered a few words in her ear.

"That's God helping me!" Qian Qiansui only said this after hearing it, and then ran out quickly without paying attention to Dan Zhu's face full of questions, for fear that the people in the Dali Temple would think that she was unwilling to go and would not determine Fu Zichan's death.

How could Fu Zichan not die? Even though Qian Qiansui knew very well that the person lying in the Dali Temple was definitely not Fu Zichan, she had to confirm this matter. There was no possibility of overturning the verdict.

There was no conversation at all. Qian Qiansui took his maid and got on the carriage and went straight to the Dali Temple. The Dali Temple was very busy. It was almost the New Year, so how could the son of the former crown prince die so easily, and in such an ugly way?

The Dali Temple originally had a case closing target by the end of the year, but now, not only has it not closed any cases, but it has also added another major criminal case. Not to mention the rewards, it's hard to say whether they will have any holidays during the New Year.

Qian Qiansui held the handkerchief soaked in ginger juice and prepared her emotions. As soon as she entered the Criminal Investigation Department and saw the corpse, she started crying. In order to make the acting more realistic, she endured the discomfort and rushed to the corpse.

"Madam, please accept my condolences..."

"My husband!!!"

"That lady..."

"Fu Zichan, why did you die so tragically...嘤嘤嘤..."

The people from the Dali Temple couldn't bear it any longer, so they found two people to lift Qian Qiansui up and take him to another bed.

"Although we understand Madam's feelings, the person just now was the victim of a previous murder, an elderly man. This person is more likely to be the Marquis..."

Qian Qiansui blinked her tearful eyes and didn't feel embarrassed at all. Her nostrils were filled with the bitter smell of burning, which was consistent with what was said when she came from the Dali Temple. In addition to being stabbed, the body was also devoured by fire.

"The body is now unrecognizable, but we have found some things related to the Marquis. Madam, please come and identify it."

Qian Qiansui's eyes were red and swollen. She knew who did it at a glance. Fu Zichan's small treasury in the Marquis' Mansion had been emptied by her and Wen Chun long ago. The items that Fu Zichan could put into his private treasury were all fine products and there would be no possibility of duplicates.

So the only people who could have placed the things from Fu Zichan's private storage at the crime scene were Wen Chun and himself. It seemed that this guy couldn't wait any longer, so he wanted to find a scapegoat to complete the task.

This was a great help to her.

"Yes, it belongs to my husband. This is his favorite jade pendant. He took it with him when he left home a few days ago."

Qian Qiansui was crying so hard that her eyes were filled with tears. The people from the Dali Temple did not ask too many questions. They just asked about Qian Qiansui's location at the time of the crime and the last time she saw Fu Zichan, and then let her go.

"Madam, what should we do?" Yin Zhu asked worriedly. Their girl had been married for less than a year when her husband passed away. The days after this... seemed to be no different.

"Buy plenty of white silk, and also order the best coffins. Then send someone to the Ministry of Rites. How can we not announce such a great event to the world? I believe the Empress will like this news more than I do."

After leaving the Dali Temple, Qian Qiansui deliberately walked around the street. Her crying appearance made those who received the news even more convinced. So that day, the news of Fu Zichan's death spread throughout the capital.

"Who? Who died?" Fu Zichan leaned his hands on the table and almost fainted.

"Marquis Anshun." The man in black replied.

"Bullshit! I'm still alive, how dare they...how dare they..." Fu Zichan fell on the couch. He had planned so much and thought of so many ways, but he never gave up on restoring his identity.

"The Dali Temple has reported that Marquis Anshun and Yan Sui had an argument over something, and they fought to death, which also caused a fire."

"Yan Sui is dead too?" Fu Zichan suddenly realized that if Yan Sui was dead, then the only one who could take his place would be his cheap illegitimate brother. He wanted to kill these two people, but he didn't want this bastard to die under his name.

"Dead, the Dali Temple has confirmed it."

"Hahahahaha, confirmed? It's only been three days, just three days and you've confirmed that the charred corpse was me? This is all because of that old woman, the Empress, interfering in this again."

But it was such a simple trap that he could never break. If he was still a man, he could rush out and expose their conspiracy, but now he has become a woman, he can only watch them let "Fu Zichan" lie completely in the coffin.