Chapter 341: Countless Ways to Destroy You

Is this woman, who only knows how to apply makeup and change clothes every day, really a venomous vixen capable of poisoning people?

Thinking that he had shared a bed with such a woman for more than two years, a shiver ran down his spine, feeling somewhat creepy.

“You…” Lin Yuanshan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping. He grabbed Zhao Qiao’er’s wrist and led her into the house: “Come with me inside first.”

Zhao Qiao’er frowned, her delicately drawn willow-leaf eyebrows knitting, as her jade bracelet clinked against her husband’s arm.

“Oh dear! What’s wrong with you? You’re not answering my questions, and it’s driving me crazy with anxiety.”

Zhao Qiao’er tried hard to free her hand, causing the pearl pendant on her collar to sway, “Did it work out or not, give me a definitive answer!”

Lin Yuanshan, without explanation, dragged her toward the main house, his grip so strong that Zhao Qiao’er nearly stumbled.

Once inside, he turned around and stared into Zhao Qiao’er’s eyes.

“Let me ask you,” he clamped Zhao Qiao’er’s somewhat slender shoulders with both hands, his voice low but sharp as a knife, “did you ever poison Mr. Wei from the Brocade Workshop?”

“What are you talking about?” Zhao Qiao’er’s pupils contracted suddenly, and she broke free from his grip: “Are you going mad? Blabbering nonsense out of nowhere!”

She tugged at a handkerchief to wipe non-existent tears, “I don’t even know what Mr. Wei looks like, why would I harm him for no reason?”

“Qiao’er, oh Qiao’er.”

Lin Yuanshan collapsed into the Taishi Chair, one hand deeply buried in his hair, and the other slammed down hard on the rosewood table.

“Why did you have to provoke the Wei Family? Now that they’ve opened the Brocade Workshop, their aim is to destroy us!”

The rosewood table resounded loudly under Lin Yuanshan’s slap, “Do you know? Today I went to see Mr. Tang, and he said all cloth shops are welcome to source from the Brocade Workshop, except for Lin’s.”

“Why is that?” Zhao Qiao’er’s willow brows shot up, full of displeasure.

“Why?” Lin Yuanshan stood up abruptly, staring at her: “Mr. Tang said… it was because you once poisoned his master!”

“I said I did not.”

Zhao Qiao’er raised her voice, shouting with conviction.

“Are you sure? Think carefully,” Lin Yuanshan pressed her.

Think carefully?

Suddenly, something did come to her mind. As Han Lei left the Capital City, she seemed to have gradually forgotten it.

Zhao Qiao’er’s face turned pale, she took two steps back and bumped into the Duobao Pavilion, causing the celadon vase on it to jingle.

Her lipstick-coated lips trembled, and her previous assertive demeanor vanished.

“I… I really didn’t harm any Mr. Wei…” Her eyes started to wander, her fingers twisting her sash unconsciously, “I just… just…”

Seeing her unusual expression, Lin Yuanshan felt a sudden jolt in his heart and quickly pursued.

“Just what? Tell me quickly!”

“I just went back to my parents’ home during the New Year and brought back… ” Zhao Qiao’er’s voice dropped to a whisper, fine as a mosquito buzz, “put something in that woman’s soup for Zhao Zun.”

“Zhao Zun?”

Zhao Zun was his brother-in-law, now also the King of Cangzhou. The woman he brought back, wasn’t she the Princess Consort of Cangzhou, who the emperor personally bestowed, Han Lei?

It turned out that the person Zhao Qiao’er once poisoned was Han Lei.

Besides Mr. Wei, could there have been Han Lei at the Brocade Workshop? But didn’t Han Lei leave with Zhao Zun to Canzhou? How could she have opened the Brocade Workshop with Mr. Wei in the Capital City?

Lin Yuanshan’s head was spinning with confusion.

Now, who the owner of the Brocade Workshop was no longer mattered; what mattered was that Zhao Qiao’er really did poison someone in the past.

“Stupid woman, truly a brainless fool.”

Lin Yuanshan felt a blackness before his eyes and could barely stand with support from the table, scolding angrily: “Why are you so malicious and unscrupulous, causing Lin’s Cloth Store to stumble into such an insurmountable predicament?”

“You’re really strange. How’s my poisoning that witch related to your business being good or not?” Zhao Qiao’er still felt justified.

Lin Yuanshan was fuming with anger, “Inflexible and numb. How dare you poison the Princess Consort? Even if you escape death for this, others have countless ways to ruin you!”

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound outside the window, as the loud argument had disturbed Mr. Lin and Ms. Lin in the west wing.

Mr. Lin, leaning on a cane, stood trembling in the courtyard, supported by Ms. Lin, who looked worried: “Shan’er, what’s happening? We heard you arguing from far away…”

Cultivated under the influence of Qin Yanran from a young age, Zhao Qiao’er had learned all sorts of messy house-fighting tactics, and she clutched at straws.

She suddenly turned and flung herself toward the window, her voice now tinged with sobs.