Jing’an once cried bitterly for a dead bird when she was young. In Jinghui’s eyes, she was pure and kind-hearted, but in Jingxin’s eyes, it was a different story.

“The bird was obviously cut on the neck by a sharp knife and died of excessive blood loss. At that time, the young Jing’an didn’t know much about disguise, and the blood on the blade of the small dagger had not been wiped clean. How did the bird die? Jingxin could tell it at a glance,” Lin Fei said, “But Jing’an, who was holding the bird and crying bitterly, said that the bird fell down and died because of exhaustion.”

A young child was trying to conceal what couldn’t yet be concealed seamlessly, but the lies she spun were all too apparent.

What frightened Jingxin was what Jing’an did and her attitude afterward. At a young age, she could attack a life without changing her face. After doing so, she was covering it up, or even pretending to cry in an attempt to get away with it.

The more Jingxin looked, the more he felt alarmed. Deep down, he had a vague sense that Jing’an was an extremely dangerous person. Therefore, every time Jing’an begged him to teach her martial arts, he would evade the request until his own condition worsened, unable to live long in the world. Bearing in mind that she was, after all, his sister’s child, he taught her some self-defense skills.

He just didn’t expect that her self-defense skills could also be used to harm others.

Upon hearing this, Jinghui paused for a moment, then moved her lips and murmured, “She really wasted these skills she learned.”

She only saw that Jing’an hugged the dead bird and cried bitterly, which was pure kindness, but she didn’t pay attention at all to the fact of how the bird died!

When she was young, she killed birds, but as she grew older, she began to kill people. Even after killing someone, she could still vividly express her grievances and weakness, making others willingly take the blame for her.

This…was this something a normal person would do?

Jinghui felt a sudden chill on the soles of her feet. Thinking that she had been under the same roof with such a person for so long, she felt that she was lucky to have lived for so long.

“It’s not that she couldn’t bear to attack me,” Jinghui said with a bitter smile, “She just wanted me to be her scapegoat!”

Jinghui, Zhuang Meiniang, and even Zhou Dagui, these people are all the scapegoats prepared by Jing’an.

Hidden beneath her pitiful appearance, perhaps as Tangyuan said, was a monster that could “paint skin” and eat people.

For a murderer like Jing’an, it was unnecessary to ask the reason for killing. She just wanted to kill, that was all.

After leaving the interrogation of Jing’an to Liu Yuan and Wei Fu, Lin Fei turned to look at Wen Mingtang. Wen Mingtang was asking the woman who was humming “Ruan Shiniang”: “Who taught you this song?”

The woman chuckled and laughed. Under the sunlight, the smile on her mentally unstable face was pure. “Buddha… taught me.”

Hmm! It seemed that Jing’an also painted her skin to look like a Bodhisattva to trick the woman, just as she told her that she was imprisoned in Qude Temple to atone for her sins, and the woman obediently complied.

Haunting and all that was just a cover planned by Jing’an, nothing more.

As for why this woman was asked to stay in Qiude Temple…

“This must be the peace of mind that Jing’an seeked after killing people.” When Lin Fei said this, he suddenly let out a light sigh.

This was the first time Wen Mingtang saw such a “rich” expression on Lin Fei’s face, and her eyes couldn’t help but stay on his face for a moment longer.

After stopping, she saw Lin Fei looking up at her.

“You’re not afraid of gods and Buddhas when you’re killing people, but you’re afraid again after killing people. Do you think it’s interesting to burn incense and worship Buddhas and tinker with the magic of gods and Buddhas?” Lin Fei said.

Wen Mingtang glanced behind him subconsciously and saw that there was no one else except the woman who was still lowering her head and playing with her braid and humming “Ruan Shiniang”. Only then did she realize that Lin Fei was talking to her, so she nodded and said, “Lin Shaoqing is correct.”

This son of a famous family who became the Young Minister of Dali Temple came from a prestigious family. He possessed not only an impressive family background and an outstanding face but also an inner strength that was no less impressive than his appearance.

Lin Fei glanced at her, paused, and said, “I saw you were reading the poems of the ruthless scholar just now.”

When Lin Fei was talking to Jinghui and Zhuang Meiniang just now, she casually flipped through the poems of that indifferent scholar. She didn’t expect that even standing quietly by the side, she would catch his attention.

Now, when he asked, Wen Mingtang spread her hands and said frankly: “That scholar was not very good at writing, but he knew how to make women happy. No wonder he was so successful!”

Those poems and songs that made people happy were so affectionate, it is touching and vividly expressed the helplessness of “I hate not meeting each other when we were not married”.

No wonder many women, knowing that he had a wife and daughter, still rushed into his arms like moths to a flame.

The poems were so affectionate, but people…

Seeing Wen Mingtang couldn’t help but shake her head, Lin Fei said: “He gave all his affection to that piece of poem.”

“The deepest emotions are all in poetry, leaving people with nothing but reality,” Wen Mingtang lazily yawned, glanced at Lin Fei, and said, “Lin Shaoqing, rest assured, that person… whatever his name is, I don’t even remember what my fiancé looks like, so he can’t fool me.”

This cold and indifferent Lin Shaoqing seemed to be quite concerned about her and her fiancé, whom she didn’t even know the appearance of.

This wasn’t the first time that something had happened to remind her.

“It’s good that you know,” Lin Fei nodded as she listened to her. Watching the girl lazily yawning, he paused for a moment and then said seriously, “I’m afraid that if you see him and he’s handsome, you might be captivated by his appearance. Your fiancé might also be someone who could cause trouble, just like that scholar. At that time, instead of being like ordinary women who cry and feel sad, you might be more inclined to follow the path of people like Jing’an.”

Wen Mingtang: “…”

Lin Shaoqing might as well not care about her at all! How could this be said?

Fascinated by appearances? Wen Mingtang raised her head and looked at Lin Fei. It would not be an exaggeration to say that his face stood out in the sunlight and was unparalleled in the world.

Wen Mingtang felt that she should make Lin Fei completely at ease. So she raised her hand and pointed to her own face, saying, “Does Lin Shaoqing think my fiancé can be more outstanding than you? I am not talented. Perhaps I can’t resist delicacies and delicacies, but when it comes to people… facing the unparalleled beauty in the world like Lin Shaoqing, I have never been captivated by appearance alone. How could a mere handsome face of his enchant me?”

Wen Mingtang felt that by saying this, Lin Shaoqing should be completely reassured, knowing that he wouldn’t become another Jing’an.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said this, she saw Lin Fei glance at her, turn around and walk away. He walked hurriedly and fast, and his back seemed a bit hasty and embarrassed.

Wen Mingtang: “…”

Although he probably had a face that no one else could find in the capital, his “Shura Thunder” method was also well-known. This was the first time for Lin Fei that someone praised him for his face so frankly. The person was quite embarrassed.

Wen Mingtang shrugged: she didn’t feel anything embarrassed. But presumably after this, Lin Shaoqing should be completely assured that she was not going to become the second Jing’an.

After looking at the sundial on the square in the middle of Dali Temple, Wen Mingtang turned and walked towards the public kitchen: It was time to go back and make the evening meal!

(End of chapter)

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