Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

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

Cold tears slowly slid down their cheeks.

When Su Yueming passed by the inner room, she stopped and her 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 bleeding.

"Miss Three..." The second aunt chased after her.

Su Yueming slowly squatted down, picked up the rope, put it in his hand and rubbed it, and a trace of thought flashed through his eyes.

"Miss Third, is there any problem?" Liu Piaoer asked.

"This rope..." Su Yueming looked at the second aunt and asked, "Is it from Ranxiang Garden? What is the purpose of the second aunt putting this rope in the yard?"

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

"Then who put this rope here?" Su Yueming brushed his fingers across the rope, and suddenly, a tingling feeling came, and she took a breath of air conditioning.

"Miss Third, you are bleeding! You are about to throw the rope away!" When Bi'er saw it, she quickly snatched the rope from Su Yueming and threw it on the ground.

Su Yueming spread out her palms and saw two deep blood marks appearing in her palms, which hurt tightly.

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

No wonder!

Su Yueming felt his hand thorn when he was holding the rope. With a light touch, his hand bleeded.

Su Qingmo used this rope to hang himself. Even if he was not hanged, he would be pierced by the thin thin rust and die of blood vessels.

"This is someone who wants the second lady to die!" The second aunt's hand holding the rope trembled slightly, and fine beads of sweat emerged from her forehead, and a sense of fear arose from the soles of her feet.

Su Yueming's eyes condensed, and a hint of coldness floated on the corners of his mouth, and said meaningfully, "The second aunt is awake this time."

"Miss 3, look at who this is? Who will take the second lady's life?" The second aunt threw the rope to the ground and asked.

Su Yueming looked at the rope, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "I guess my mother had already told the second aunt about what happened to her second sister in Jing'an Temple just now."

"This..." The second aunt's eyes flashed a little. The eldest lady did tell her that Su Qingmo was secretly murdered by Su Yueming.

"This rope...is almost the same as the rope that hangs my second sister on the peach tree in Jing'an Temple. I think the person who puts the rope must know that my second sister is unconscious and has a fragile mind recently, so she deliberately puts this rope that can be hung on.

Put it in her bedroom, forcing her to remember the fact that she was hanging on the peach tree, and seduced her to commit suicide."

"Yes, who is so cruel? That poor child has no hope in life. Who wants to kill her?" The second aunt blushed her eyes.

Su Yueming's eyes slightly rose and looked at the second aunt. The second aunt was shocked by the gaze, and sweat broke out in her palms.

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

"This..." The second aunt looked at Su Yueming in disbelief, "How is this possible? Everyone here is all their own people."

"Owner?" Su Yueming suddenly smiled, raised his lips slightly, his eyes unpredictable, "It's probably all of them."