The Fourth Lady novel Chapter 82

Qingyan looked to Liangchen with a smile, "My, isn't this Jiang yiniang's Liangchen. Our miss usually likes vegetables, but it's not like you don't know that our miss is also raising a bunch of small animals." She took a step forward, still carrying a smile on her face, "And right now the small fox is hungry, so miss told me to come get a chicken to feed it."

When Liangchen saw Qingyan, she couldn't help but to take a step back. Afterwards, she spoke in surprise, "Your miss feeds all the chickens to the fox?"

That arsenic will only show evidence of poisoning after lingering in a person's body after days and months. But if a small animal were to eat it, who knows what will happen.

"I know right." Qingyan still had a smiling face, "I don't have time to say anymore, miss might even scold me when I get back."

After taking a few steps Qingyan glanced back to the retreating figure of Liangchen in the distance. Even if it was just a slight stagger from Liangchen, Qingyan still noticed it.

Qingdai watched Qingyan turn to leave the backyard and quickly followed after, "Miss, are you not going investigate anymore?"

Qingyan looked to her and shook her head, "We already know who did it, what's the point in investigating anymore." With that said, she began walking forward.

Jiang Mengrou, since you want to treat me as such, then don't blame me for being merciless.

"Miss, why do I feel that Liangchen isn't some good person. It really is like master, like servant." Qingdai said in disdain.

Qingyan turned around to look at Qingdai, "Then what Qingdai means is that I'm not a good person either?"

Qingdai looked to her and shook her head, "Of course not, our miss is gentle and kind little darling. If I was a man, I would definitely want to take miss for a bride."

Qingyan looked to Qingdai helplessly, "Could it be that lately you've been reading those romance playwrights with Fengqing? I can't believe you would even say words like little darling."

Qingdai giggled, not knowing how to reply to Qingyan.

Qingyan glanced to the speechless Qingdai and thought of what she'd just said, letting out a reluctant smile.

If I was a man, then perhaps I wouldn't marry such a cold-blooded woman like myself.

A girl like her who was not only cold-blooded, but also ruthless.

Every incident and matter, which ones were not of her own design.

Yet she stood by like an observer, coldly observing till the end.

And for Murong Jingxuan, they are mostly the same type of people.

The same cold-blood and heartless, and can kill without batting an eye.

That's because they were originally from hell.

When Qingyan got back to her room, Yaoyao had already recovered its usual energy. Qingyan lovingly held Yaoyao in her arms, "These few days, I'll get food from the outside for you, don't eat anything from the manor."

Yaoyao nuzzled against Qingyan's arm, "Master, I've made you worry."

Qingyan also stroked Yaoyao's fur, "Yaoyao, if you were to have some mishap, what will I do? After all, you were an engagement gift* from him."

(*TN: The original term means a gift given as a vow or token of love.)

Yaoyao peacefully nested itself in her arms, "Master, are you referring to Shizi or his Highness, King* Rui?"

(*TN: Brothers of the Emperor are sometimes bestowed the title 'King', however, in the ancient Chinese hierarchical system, not all 'Kings' are in blood relation to the Emperor as vassal lords can receive such a title as well. Even Princes can be given the title; here, however, will be used to differentiate from 'Princes' that are children of the Emperor.)

Qingyan rubbed her nose on Yaoyao's forehead, "Both!"