After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 You Poisonous Woman

Chapter 106: Chapter 106 You Poisonous Woman

“This… this contract, I prepared strictly following your instructions, concerning the two rooms in the east wing and the two fertile plots of land at the foot of the rear mountain, has all been drafted properly in accordance with legal articles,” Jiang Xunzhong said, his voice laced with a hint of nervousness. The contract, like a hot potato, was quickly passed to Su Yu.

Su Yu reached out to take it, the contract lightly touching her fingertips, the thin paper as though carrying promises heavy as a thousand pounds.

She collected it into her bosom without changing her expression, her gaze inadvertently sweeping over the still lingering figure of Jiang Xunzhong at the door, and couldn’t help but softly inquire, “Besides delivering the contract, is there anything else that needs to be resolved?”

Jiang Xunzhong hesitated, his eyes flickering uncertainly, clearly embarrassed by the events of the day, and now having to seek help from Su Yu, he felt a mix of complex emotions.

“She… it’s Lady Zhao… the situation is… not very good…”

His words were disjointed, struggling for coherence, evidently a difficult issue that he found hard to express.

Seeing this, Su Yu sat back down at the table, picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of clear water, took a light sip to moisten her slightly dry throat from speaking, and then spoke slowly, her voice calm yet resolute, “Let her come to me personally to plead for mercy.”

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At these words, Jiang Xunzhong’s demeanor grew more troubled. He knew Lady Zhao’s pride all too well. For her to lower herself and bow to a girl once considered a servant was more difficult than scaling the heavens.

“The indignity of today, you and I both witnessed. I cannot endure insults and carry burdens like Ziling. If she is unwilling to come and apologize in person, she must bear the consequences.”

Su Yu’s voice was cold and resolute, each word revealing an unquestionable stance.

This time, squandering the opportunity bought with her entire family’s fortune, Lady Zhao had already gone too far. Now, Su Yu was determined to make Lady Zhao understand that the distinction between superior and inferior was not insurmountable, and that she must sincerely repent before Jiang Ziling.

Knowing persuasion would be futile, Jiang Xunzhong could only leave with a resigned air, to negotiate with Lady Zhao.

Meanwhile, Su Yu stood up and went to the kitchen to start brewing medicine for Lady Zhao.

She knew that no one could truly ignore life and death, especially someone as calculating as Lady Zhao, who would be even more fearful of death.

The remnants of the previously brewed medicine were still there. Since the effectiveness of Chinese medicines was optimal after three brews, she added water and brewed it again, igniting the fire, and gradually the fragrance of the medicine filled the air.

Time slipped quietly by, yet Lady Zhao never showed her face.

Su Yu remained exceptionally composed, well aware that such humiliation would not bring Lady Zhao out unless she was in dire straits.

With patience, she filtered out the dregs, allowing the medicine to slowly cool, then sat down next to Jiang Ziling, accompanying him in waiting quietly into the night.

“She probably won’t come. You should rest early and not wait in vain,” Ziling said softly, comforting her. He obviously didn’t understand why Su Yu insisted on this matter so stubbornly.

In his view, for someone like Lady Zhao, life or death was trivial. Why should Ah Yu go through such trouble?

However, before long, faint sounds came from the door of Lady Zhao’s residence; Su Yu knew in her heart—these were the anticipated footsteps drawing nearer.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, her eyes deep, silently awaiting that moment’s arrival.

Finally, Jiang Xunzhong appeared at Jiang Ziling’s door, supporting Lady Zhao, who was wrapped in a thick cotton blanket and walking shakily.

The woman who was once haughty now seemed especially weak, her voice low and trembling, “I was wrong this afternoon, my words were unguarded. I… I have come specially to ask your forgiveness… please, don’t take it to heart.”

Su Yu sat upright, gently spinning the teacup in her hands, her gaze complex and profound. She didn’t utter a word in response to Lady Zhao’s plea, just silently watched, as if trying to see through the other’s soul.

Lady Zhao felt the silent pressure and spoke again in near-desperation, “Please, let bygones be bygones, save me… ”

Her heart shuddered violently as if pierced by an invisible cold wind. It was from Jiang Xunzhong’s deep voice, tinged with a hint of reluctance, that she began piecing together the blank memories of her unconsciousness.

It turned out that on that stormy night, when she fainted on her bed and the world went dark, it was Jiang Xunzhong who hastily took her to the Medical Hall in town, racing against the reaper all the way.

Inside the Medical Hall, candlelight flickered, and the doctor’s face was solemn, shaking his head several times and eventually even giving the somber order to prepare for the worst.

All this time, she had been none the wiser, until this moment when she awoke as if from a dream, realizing she had brushed shoulders with death.

The moment she knew the truth, a bone-chilling coldness climbed her spine, and she abruptly understood that Su Yu’s words were no falsehood—her fortunate survival was entirely due to Su Yu’s persistence and efforts.

Fear and gratitude intertwined, turning her complexion as white as paper.

“When asking for help, one must adopt a supplicant’s demeanor.”

Su Yu’s voice carried calmness with an underlying force that could not be ignored. Then her tone shifted, as sharp and stern as icicles in winter, “Kneel down!”

The air around seemed to freeze with this abrupt command, and everyone exchanged shocked glances, profoundly stunned.

Lady Zhao stood petrified, unable to believe her own ears.

Was this maid who once answered her every beck and call, now demanding that she—Lady Zhao, a person who always held herself in high esteem—kneel down?

She glared at Su Yu with anger, her eyes brimming with defiance and reluctance, but all that was returned was a cold sneer from Su Yu’s lips.

The pain in her body seemed to respond to her emotions, growing more rampant. Every breath came with intense headaches, making even simple movements and speech a torturous luxury.

In the end, Lady Zhao succumbed to the pain and humiliation. Her teeth clenched tightly and her knees gave out, collapsing to the ground with a heavy sound, the sound of dignity shattering.

The corners of Su Yu’s mouth curved into a satisfied arc; there were no outsiders here, no need to hide her intentions.

She continued, “Now, let us talk about the time Jiang Ziling was injured. Did you ever seek medical attention for him?”

“That…”

Lady Zhao was about to confess outright when her gaze inadvertently met Jiang Ziling’s complex, pleading eyes, sending a chill down her spine, and she stopped abruptly.

Su Yu swiftly caught this subtle change and warned in a cold voice, “Lady Zhao, you should know that Jiang Ziling is right here, listening to every word. If you still attempt to deceive, I can guarantee you won’t see tomorrow’s sun.”

Faced with a life-and-death decision, Lady Zhao’s defiance crumbled instantly. Her voice trembling, she humbly spat out two words, “No…

I didn’t!”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xunzhong’s face turned ashen, and he almost squeezed the words out from the depths of his throat, “You poisonous woman!”

Rage churned inside him, causing his hands to shake uncontrollably.

Su Yu, however, looked on indifferently at this scene, unconcerned by Jiang Xunzhong’s emotional outburst.

Her gaze was fixed firmly on Lady Zhao kneeling on the ground, her words heavy as a thousand pounds, “Lady Zhao, if you wish to continue living, then kneel here and sincerely repent for all the misdeeds you have committed against Jiang Ziling!”