My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

1569 The Death of the Eldest Prince
Seeing this, Liang Zongxing only sighed slightly and didn’t say anything.

He had done his best for this younger sister of his. She was the one who asked for this outcome. She couldn’t blame anyone.

“Let’s go and see how the eldest prince is doing.”

Lu Zijia smiled and walked towards Duanmu Chun’s courtyard unhurriedly with the man who was emitting a cold aura.

Compared to death, living a life worse than death was more painful and despairing.

This evil consequence was caused by Liang Wenli and her daughter. They had no one but themselves to blame.

“Wifey, aren’t you angry?” Mu Tianyan squeezed her small hand and probed tentatively.

Lu Zijia chuckled. “I was quite angry at first, but now… I’m very happy.”
They were just unimportant people. Why should she be angry? Besides, her man had already helped her vent her anger.

The corners of Mu Tianyan’s mouth curled up slightly. “As long as you’re happy.”

The trust between them without any grudges was indeed very pleasant.

Everyone, who originally thought that the atmosphere was quite heavy: “…”

Showing off their affection all the time was really… too much!

In Duanmu Chun’s courtyard.

“Second Brother, how is Eldest Brother?” Duanmu Heng asked Duanmu Ge.

Even though almost everyone in the Imperial City knew that he didn’t get along with Duanmu Chun, there were still some superficial things he had to do.

Duanmu Ge glanced at the bed with a heavy expression and shook his head. “Eldest Brother was assassinated. When the guards found him, he was already dead. The person who assassinated him should be his favorite concubine, Cheng Su’er.”

“Cheng Su’er?”

Duanmu Heng looked surprised.

His brother, the Eldest Prince, had never been a sentimental person. For Cheng Su’er to be pampered for two to three years, it could be seen that his brother treated her quite well.

However, why would Cheng Su’er…

Duanmu Heng really couldn’t figure this out.

“It should be right.”

Duanmu Ge nodded and said, “Cheng Su’er probably killed Eldest Brother with a dagger after knocking him out. Then, she killed herself with a dagger.”

Duanmu Heng frowned slightly and walked towards the bed.

Perhaps Duanmu Ge had already asked someone to clean up for Duanmu Chun, but he looked like he had fallen asleep and wasn’t dead.

As for the murderer, Cheng Su’er, she was thrown to the ground. Her plain dress was stained with a large amount of bright red blood, making people inexplicably shocked.

Seeing the state of Cheng Su’er’s death, Cheng Xin’er felt all kinds of emotions in her mind for a moment. Her eyes turned slightly red and she clenched her fists unconsciously.

When Cheng Su’er snatched Liang Yingjun away, she couldn’t wait for Cheng Su’er to die. When Cheng Su’er humiliated her mother, she also couldn’t wait for her to die.

But now that Cheng Su’er was really dead, she didn’t feel as comfortable as she expected. Instead, she felt a bit sad.

Especially when she thought of the scene where Cheng Su’er knelt down and begged them not long ago, she felt even more upset.

“The discovery of the eldest prince’s assassination happened only when the second prince sent guards to invite him, right?” Lu Zijia suddenly asked.

“That’s right.” Duanmu Ge replied with certainty.

Lu Zijia raised her eyebrows slightly and turned to the captain of the guards. “So, none of the guards noticed anything unusual when the eldest prince was assassinated?”

“I’ve already asked about that.” Before Wang Jiu, Duanmu Ge spoke first. “My brother has always been a bit out of line when it comes to enjoying himself. So, even if the guards hear the commotion, they will only think that my brother is having fun with Madam Su…”