Looking at her leaving figure, Su Qingmo's eyes filled with grief, anger and sadness flickered for a moment.
Cold tears slowly slid down her cheeks.
When Su Yueming passed the inner room, he paused and his eyes fell on the thick rope on the ground. There were blood marks on the rope. It was probably because the skin on Su Qingmo's neck was torn and bleeding.
"Miss Third..." Second Aunt chased her out.
Su Yueming slowly knelt down, picked up the rope, put it in his hand and rubbed it, a look of thought flashed through his eyes.
"Miss Third, do you have any questions?" Liu Piao'er asked.
"This rope..." Su Yueming looked at the second aunt and asked, "Is it from the dyeing incense garden? What does the second aunt use to put this kind of rope in the yard?"
"This..." Er Yi Niang was startled, an idea flashed in her mind, and she said in a tight voice, "There has never been such a rope in the dyeing fragrance garden."
"Then who put this rope here?" Su Yueming brushed her fingers over the rope. Suddenly, a tingling feeling came over her, and she took a breath of cold air.
"Miss Third, you're bleeding! Throw the rope away!" Bi'er saw it and quickly grabbed the rope from Su Yueming's hand and threw it on the ground.
Su Yueming opened her palms and saw two deep blood marks suddenly appeared in her palms, which were so painful.
The second aunt suddenly squatted down, picked up the rope, looked at it suspiciously, and suddenly shouted, "Oh my god, there is something tied in this rope, it is, it is thin rust!"
No wonder!
When Su Yueming held the rope, she felt pricked in her hand, and when she touched it lightly, her hand started to bleed.
Su Qingmo used this kind of rope to hang himself. Even if he was not hanged, his blood vessels would be punctured by the thin rust and he would die.
"Someone wants the second young lady to die!" The second aunt's hand holding the rope trembled slightly, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and a sense of fear arose spontaneously from the soles of her feet.
Su Yueming's eyes froze, and there was a hint of coldness in the corners of her mouth, and she said meaningfully, "Second Aunt is sober this time."
"Third Miss, who do you think this is? Who wants the Second Miss' life?" Er Yi Niang threw the rope on the ground and asked.
Su Yueming looked at the rope, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "My mother must have told my second aunt just now what happened to my second sister at Jing'an Temple."
"This..." The second aunt's upright eyes flickered. The eldest lady had indeed told her that Su Yueming was responsible for Su Qingmo's murder.
"This rope... is almost the same as the rope that hung the second sister on the peach blossom tree in Jing'an Temple. I think the person who put the rope must know that the second sister has been delirious recently and has a fragile mind, so he deliberately used this rope to hang himself.
Put it in her bedroom, force her to remember that she was hung from the peach blossom tree, and induce her to commit suicide."
"Yes, who is so cruel? That poor child has no hope in life, who still wants to kill her!" The second aunt's eyes turned red.
Su Yueming's eyes widened slightly and he looked at the second aunt. The second aunt was startled by the look, and her palms became sweaty.
"Or..." Su Yueming's voice became even colder, "Someone put the second sister on the rope while she was sleeping, creating the illusion of hanging herself!"
"This..." Er Yi Niang looked at Su Yueming in disbelief, "How is this possible? Everyone here is our own."
"Our own people?" Su Yueming suddenly smiled, the corners of his lips slightly raised, his eyes enigmatic, "They are probably all our own people."