The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife

"You’re not admitting it?" Ye Er kicked out furiously.

"Hmph, are you from the Jiang family?" Archivist Huang’s younger brother said darkly, "I’m telling you, it was the Second of the Jiang family who killed the person, and there’s no denying that. It was him!"

Ye Er looked at his face, filled with such sincere anger, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

"If that’s the case, even if it was the Second of the Jiang family who killed the person, why did he kill?" Ye Er asked again, "Don’t tell me you don’t know. It was just the three of you together on that day."

"I don’t know, I don’t know!"

Archivist Huang’s younger brother shook his head vigorously at the mention of the incident. The events of that year cast a shadow over his heart, and even now, the very thought of them made him turn pale.

Seeing that he still wouldn’t come clean, Ye Er was about to take action. But then he heard several noises and stopped.

After coming out, he saw Ye Zi’an and lowered his voice, "Young Master, I haven’t even started yet." Ye Er thought to himself, confident that he wouldn’t be afraid to make the man confess once he got started.

"We’ll use another method tonight," Ye Zi’an spoke softly to Ye Er.

Just after midnight, the small courtyard seemed empty, and Archivist Huang’s younger brother had not been released yet. In the strange environment, he couldn’t sleep well, waking up frequently.

But for some reason, he felt increasingly cold, and there was a creeping eeriness in his heart; a chilly sensation ran down his spine. The lamp inside the room hadn’t gone out, the door shook slightly, and it was still locked from the outside.

He climbed back into bed and wrapped the quilt around himself, as if to dampen the fear in his heart.

Just then, a noise came from outside the door, and he knew clearly that it was the sound of the lock falling.

He thought it must be the same person from the daytime coming to question him about the incident.

With this thought, he felt less afraid.

Just then, the door opened from the outside, but he saw a person standing with their back to him, wearing loose white clothing.

"You you you, don’t ask me, I don’t know anything," he blurted out, but the person outside did not make a move. After a moment, just when he started to feel a bit drowsy, the light in the room suddenly went out.

Then, by the slight moonlight from outside, he saw the person who had been standing in the doorway turn around.

"Ah..."

When Archivist Huang’s younger brother clearly saw the face of the person outside, he immediately started screaming nonstop, making the neighbors think there was a madman living here.

"Ghost..."

"I’m not a ghost, I’m a person. I died unjustly... It hurts so much; I was beaten so badly," lamented the person he called a ghost.

However, Archivist Huang’s younger brother shook his head and backed away.

"You’re not wronged, not at all. You were the one who killed the person!" This statement made several listeners frown, but what followed was, "No, no, it was both of us. We both killed the person."

"But you made me take all the blame alone. I died a dreadful death. It hurts so bad..."

"I don’t want to die," Archivist Huang’s younger brother paled as he shook his head, "I don’t want to die, so only you had to bear the blame. Otherwise, both of us would have to die, both of us! Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang, I’ve wronged you in this life. If there’s a next life, a next life, I swear I’ll work like an ox or horse for you, just forgive me, please forgive me." Archivist Huang’s younger brother was sniveling and crying, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly.

"Why did you kill the son of the Liu family?" In his panic, Archivist Huang’s younger brother did not notice that this question sounded different from the previous one. He also didn’t expect that if the person in front of him were truly the ghost of Second of the Jiang family, why wouldn’t he know how the Second of the Liu family had died?