My Husband Faked His Death To Be With His Lover So I Gladly Took Over All His Family Wealth

Thank you for listening to stories at Stellar Novels. Hope you have a pleasant time listening to stories. My husband faked his death to elope with his brother's wife and I. The widowed wife took over the family estate. On the road back from visiting relatives in the countryside, they ran into mountain bandits. My brother-in-law brought my husband's coffin back to the manor. I collapsed onto the lid, sobbing until my heart felt torn to pieces, but where no one could see, I quietly curled my lips into a faint smile. My good husband, I thought, do you really believe that after sharing the same bed and pillow with me for three years, I wouldn't recognize you? If you faked your death just to live happily ever after with your lover, then this vast Shen family fortune can only be inherited by me, the widow. Seven days earlier, my husband Shen Mo and his younger twin brother Shen Yan had set out to visit relatives in the countryside. They were supposed to return yesterday, yet there was still no sign of them. This morning, before the sky had fully brightened, word reached the manor on the way back, they had encountered mountain bandits and suffered devastating losses. I stood on the stone steps before the manor gate, watching the carriage roll slowly in from the distance. My heart hammered like thunder, the carriage curtain lifted, and a familiar figure stepped down, bending low. Instinctively I moved forward, but before I could speak, a slender form in pale yellow brushed straight past me and threw herself into the man's Yan Lang. It was my sister, in Lalu Xiang'er's voice, thick with sobs. Her delicate arms wrapped tightly around the man's waist. You're finally back. I stood rooted in place. Though Shen Mo and Shen Yan were identical twins, after three full years of living side by side, I was certain I could tell them apart with a single glance. Yet her actions left me momentarily dazed. The man gently patted her back, his voice soft and soothing. Xiang'er, it's all right now, don't be afraid. Could it be that I had mistaken the man before me for Shen Yan? He lifted his head and met my eyes. A flicker passed through his gaze. Big brother to protect me. Following his line of sight, I looked back and only then noticed the black lacquered coffin behind the carriage. He gave a small nod. Sister, in law, please restrain your grief. I staggered back half a step. My gaze inadvertently fell on the faint scar on the ring finger of his left hand. My heart jolted. That was the burned scar from three years ago, when Shen Mo scalded himself while cooking porridge for me. I had even teased him back then, that the eldest young master of the Shen family was actually entering the kitchen. It seemed he had noticed my stare. He quickly tucked his hand behind his back. Steward Zhong stepped forward and murmured, Madam, according to custom, should we open the coffin for a viewing? I looked at the man who claimed to be Shen Yan and caught the faint flash of panic in his eyes. There's no need, I said softly. Since my second brother personally escorted him home, there can be no mistake. Oh, my husband. I threw myself against the coffin, tears pouring like a broken dam. How could you abandon your wife like this? The coffin was ice, cold, streaks of undried blood still staining the lid. I pressed my face to it and wept loudly, shoulders shaking as though my grief had reached its limit. Zhao Yu, don't be like this. My mother, in law Madam Liu, trembled as she helped me up, old tears streaming down her face. Mo'er is gone. For little Chen'er's sake, you must take care of yourself. Chen'er, my son with Shen Mo, was not yet a year old. Right now he slept soundly in his wet nurse's arms. I forced myself upright and said quietly, Steward Zhong, set up the morning hall. Through my tear-blurred vision, I saw Shen Yan lower his head and whisper something to Liu Xiang'er. His fingers unconsciously stroked her waist, the exact habit Shen Mo had always shown. My heart twisted like a knife, then melted into a cold laugh. Shen Mo, my good husband, I thought, do you truly believe I wouldn't recognize you? I gently smoothed my robe. The corner of my mouth curved into an almost invisible arc. If you willingly faked your death to live in secret with your lover, then I shall fulfill your wish. But from this day forward, the entire Shen family fortune will be taken over by me, the widow who has not yet ended her mourning. Night fell. Candle flames flickered in the morning hall. I knelt on the prayer cushion, staring at Shen Mo's memorial tablet, my mind drifting back to the day three years ago when I first married into the Shen family. I had just come of age. My father was a renowned merchant, and the Shen family, eager to form an alliance, had prepared thirty-six lavish betrothal gifts. When Shen Mo lifted my veil, a gentle smile shone in his eyes. He brushed my temple hair with a fingertip and murmured, My wife is even more beautiful than I imagined. In the beginning he treated me wonderfully. In winter he would light the brazier himself. When he returned from outside he would bring me chilled plum soup. I told myself that although our marriage was arranged by our parents, at least his heart was sincere. Until Liu Xiangru stepped into the manor a year ago. She was Shen Yan's new bride. Though her background was humble, her face was enchanting, seductive enough to steal souls. At the family banquet that day she wore a vivid red dress, skin white as jade. I clearly saw Shen Mo's gaze glued to her, sliding from head to toe and lingering on her slender waist. Later I overheard the servants gossiping. Before I married in, both brothers had already known her. Shen Mo had even knelt in the ancestral hall begging to marry her, only to be refused by my father, in law on the grounds that the Liu family was too lowly. Who could have guessed she would end up marrying Shen Yan instead? From that moment, Shen Mo grew colder toward me. Whenever I tried to draw close, he would claim fatigue or drunkenness and refuse to return to our chamber. When I caught a cold and coughed through the night, he offered no concern, only scolded me for disturbing his sleep, and carried his blanket to the study. The next morning I dragged myself up and found him cooking pure soup in the kitchen. My heart warmed, thinking it was for me, until I heard him instruct the servant, Second Brother and his wife have sore throats. Take this soup to them. During the mid-autumn festival I made pastries myself. He complained they were too sweet and tossed them aside. Yet he devoured every last one from the west courtyard, and couldn't stop praising how skillful his sister, in law's hands were. Only later did I learn those pastries had been made by the chef. The most chilling moment came when I carried ginseng soup to the study, and stood outside the door. I heard him tell the pageboy, if not for my parents forcing me, why would I have married the Su girl? Xiang'er is the true woman for me. The Su girl only knows how to calculate accounts all day. It's deadly boring. I stood there, the hot bowl burning my palms far less than the pain searing my heart. I had thought he was merely speaking without meaning it. But a month ago, while passing the artificial mountain in the back courtyard, I heard strange noises. Through a crack in the rocks I saw Shen Mo pinning Lu Xiang'er against the stone wall, kissing her with wild passion. Mo Lang. She pushed him shyly. What if someone sees? What if they do? His voice was hoarse. Can that weak Second Brother of mine truly satisfy you? I bit my lip until it bled, heart twisting in agony. I covered my mouth, lifted my skirt, and fled. That night I used the excuse that Xiang'er was fussy to move to a distant small courtyard. Night after night I lay awake, weighing every possibility. Several times I nearly submitted a petition for divorce, but each time Xiang'er's innocent smile softened my resolve. I had planned to wait until he was older before deciding anything. Never imagining Shen Mo would choose for me. Madam. Stuart Jones' voice pulled me back to the present. He handed me an account book. Last month the eldest young master withdrew five hundred tales, claiming it was for smoothing the trade routes. I opened the ledger, fingers tracing the familiar handwriting while I traced every coin of those five hundred tales. When I closed the book, a cold light gleamed in my eyes. And keep strict watch over the west courtyard for me. The candle flame suddenly flared. I stroked the edge of the ledger. My intuition whispered that this matter was far from simple. As dawn broke the next day, Lu Xiang'er swayed into the morning hall. Though she wore white morning robes, the deep red undergarment at her collar peeked through, and the silver hairpin in her hair had been swapped for a glittering golden one that sparkled in the early light. Sister. In-law. You kept vigil all night. How exhausting. She deliberately drawed the words as she knelt beside me on the cushion. The heavy scent of her powder mingled with the sandalwood, turning the air sickeningly sweet. She pretended to pray, tossing a few gold paper notes into the burner. Suddenly she cried, Oh, and lurched straight toward me. I leaned aside. She crashed into the altar table, making the memorial tablet rattle with a loud clang. Sister. In-law. You should be more careful, I said coldly. Showing disrespect before the memorial tablet is a grave offense. Lu Xiang'er opened her mouth to argue, but a cough sounded from the doorway. Shen Mo walked in, dark circles under his eyes. Face haggard as though he had not slept at all. I lowered my gaze, hiding the mocking smile in their depths. Last night the west courtyard had been noisy until the third watch of night A around 11 p.m. to 1 a.m. The moment she saw him, she turned coquettish. Yan Lang just now I nearly got burned by flying embers and almost fell. My sister-in-law didn't even lend me a hand. Shen Mo waved dismissively and found a quiet corner to sit. Ignored, she grew even more outrageous. Complaining the cushion was too hard, the incense smoke stung her eyes, finally covering her nose with an embroidered handkerchief as if the entire hall reeked. What kind of behavior is this? A cold shout rang from the doorway. My mother-in-law entered leaning on her cane, body trembling. Yet her cloudy eyes burned as they fixed on Lu Xiang'er. How exactly are you mourning? Lu Xiang'er startled, the handkerchief slipping to the floor and revealing the embroidered mandarin ducks sporting in water. My mother-in-law shook with fury and slammed her cane down. Your elder brother's bones are not yet cold. She suddenly narrowed her eyes, staring at Shen Mo's empty waist. Yan'er, where is your jade pendant? Shen Mo's hand froze mid-air. That jade pendant was the protective talisman my mother-in-law had knelt and begged for, step by step, at Lingyin Temple years ago. Shen Yan had carried it since childhood, never letting it leave his side. Jade, jade pendant. His throat bobbed, cold sweat beating on his forehead. I fear I may have dropped it somewhere, mother. Mother, in-law. I spoke up suddenly, drawing a piece of warm, lustrous white jade from my sleeve. While Steward Zhang was helping with the incoffining, he accidentally discovered this inside the coffin. If mother had not reminded me, your daughter, in-law would have nearly forgotten to return it to second brother. Silence fell so deep the crackle of candle wicks sounded like thunder. Shen Mo's body shook, his eyes filled with shock and suspicion. I know exactly what you're thinking, I said. You're wondering whether I opened the coffin and discovered the body inside isn't yours. Perhaps the second brother was so heartbroken he dropped it. I smiled, looking straight into Shen Mo's deathly pale face. Second brother, isn't that right? Shen Mo remained silent. Liu Shanger clutched his arm instead. Yan Lang, how careless, losing something so important. Thank you, sister, in-law. Shen Mo seemed to snap awake. He forced himself calm as he accepted the pendant, yet his fingers still trembled. It was my foolish younger brother's mistake. My mother, in-law sighed. Keep it safe from now on. This piece brings peace and safety. Do not lose it again. You're tired, go rest. Your elder brother in heaven will not blame you. Once they left, Stuart Zhong appeared silently at my side. Madam, we've traced the five hundred tales. And furthermore, I stroked the patterns on the coffin lid and replied indifferently, keep the evidence. Sooner or later we will need it when we turn our eyes to the west courtyard. Spring passed, autumn came. In the blink of an eye, a year had flown by. Under my management the Shen family business flourished, profits rising more than thirty percent from before. I came from the Su family of Jiangnan, merchants for three generations. At six I learned accounting, at nine I read ledgers. When my father, in-law was alive he always praised how business was in my blood and let me study negotiation and trade. Whenever the clan discussed affairs he summoned me to sit and listen. He often declared before the entire family, the Su girl is intelligent. If she were a son, she would surely achieve greatness. Though he never openly said he would let me inherit, he specially instructed Stuart Zhong if anything happened to him, all business decisions were to follow the young madam. At the time Shen Mo was still alive, so those words were simply because he saw his son's incompetence and wanted me to assist. Now it was perfect. The moment he died, I seized rightful control. Young madam, the head shopkeeper of Yongshuang shop requests an audience, the little maid reported. Shall I have him wait in the side hall? I did not raise my head, vermilion brush circling errors in the ledger. I'm cross, referencing the accounts he submitted last month. I still remembered those shopkeepers' faces back then. They saw a woman in charge and refused to submit. The ledgers they handed over were riddled with mistakes. Only after I borrowed my maternal family's power, severed three illicit trade routes, and publicly threw several book falsifiers into prison did they finally understand who held the reins. Two months ago I personally led a caravan to the western regions and returned with spices more precious than gold, plus long-term trade contracts with the various kingdoms there. Those who once mocked me now bowed and addressed me as young madam. Suddenly a giggle floated in from the courtyard. I looked up. Liu Xiang'er leaned against Shen Mo's chest, feeding him grapes one by one. For the past year this adulterous pair had staged every disgusting scene imaginable right before my eyes, admiring flowers today, listening to music tomorrow, enough to make one's eyes sore. Madam. Steward Zhang began, then stopped. No need to pay them any mind, I said dipping my brush. Let them perform. Before the words left my mouth, that coquettish voice rang from the doorway. Sister, in-law is truly diligent. Today she wore a peach-colored short jacket, golden hairpin swaying with each step. Shen Mo's arm circled her waist, hand stroking in an ambiguous manner. Second brother is frail. Why don't you rest longer? I kept my head down. Sister, in-law has labored hard for a year. Shen Mo said. I also wish to share some of the burden. Liu Xiang'er smiled sweetly. Only then did I raise my eyes and stare at Shen Mo's haggard face. The dark circles were stark. He had grown noticeably thinner, looking exactly like the real Shen Yan, of course. He had to feign illness and cough by day, then exhaust himself with his lover by night. How could he not look drained? Second brother should focus on recuperating. I said, closing the ledger with a smile. After all, you have been weak since childhood. If you overexert yourself and fall ill, mother will be heartbroken. Shen Mo's face stiffened into a forced smile. Sister, in-law worries too much. I've been feeling better lately and truly want to share the family's burdens. I took a sip of tea. In that case, invite Dr. Li to take your pulse. If you are truly well, I will hand over the silk shop in the East City for you to manage. His hand clenched tight. Dr. Li was the manor's longtime physician, familiar with Shen Yan's pulse since childhood. One examination and the deception would collapse. En, no need I feel a little dizzy today. Let's speak of it another time. Xiang'er hurriedly supported him. Yan Lang, let me help you back to rest. I watched their unsteady figures disappear and gave a soft laugh. Sure enough, by noon my mother, in-law brought the matter up. Yan'er told me this morning he wants to help manage some business. She placed a piece of fish in my bowl, voice hesitant. If he has truly recovered, he could lighten your load a little. I set down my chopsticks and replied gently, Mother is right. Then I let worry show on my face. Yesterday Dr. Li said Second Brother's chronic cough lingers, and mental strain is the worst thing for him. A few days ago young Master Zhao in the East City fell gravely ill from overwork and still hasn't recovered. My mother, in-law startled, chopsticks freezing. Your daughter, in-law thinks it best to let Second Brother review the accounts first. Once his health is fully restored, he can gradually take over the lighter shops. My mother, in-law frowned and thought for a long while then sighed. You speak sensibly. Health is most important. The Shen family stands firm today only because you have shouldered it. Work hard a little longer. Once Chen'er grows up, our family's property will have a proper heir. Please rest assured Mother. Your daughter, in-law will exert every effort. I answered respectfully, lowering my head to conceal the icy gleam in my eyes. Now that I have painstakingly gathered every scrap of the Shen family's wealth into my hands, how could I let Shen Mo touch even a fraction? The more impatient he grew, the calmer I became, waiting to see what other tricks they could still perform. Sure enough, before seven days had passed, Liu Xiang'er knelt prostrate on the green stone floor of Shone Hall. She gently stroked her flat belly, voice soft as a kitten's. Mother, your daughter, in-law has happy news. The prayer beads in my mother, in-law's hand stopped turning. Her cloudy eyes suddenly blazed. Truly, the doctor examined you, more than a month. She lowered her head, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. I sat to one side, leisurely prying open my teacup lid. Good, very good. My mother, in-law chanted Buddha's name in delight, the wrinkles at her eyes smoothing. If it is a boy, he and Chen'er can inherit the family business together. Brothers united, the Shen family will surely prosper. My hand paused. The teacup lid clinked against the rim. She sneaked a glance at me and stroked her belly, fending frailty. Mother, now that your daughter, in-law is with child, I should plan for the baby's future. Perhaps grant us a shop so we may learn first. Seeing my mother, in-law hesitate. She quickly added, though Yen-lang's health is weak, my younger brother from my natal family is very capable and can help manage. Shen-mo, silent until now, coughed lightly at the perfect moment. Mother, though your son is useless, for the child's sake I should exert some effort. Seeing her son like this, my mother, in-law's eyes filled with pity. After a moment's thought she nodded. Zhaoyu, see to the arrangements. Your daughter, in-law understands. I set the teacup down gently. The fabric shop in the East City happens to need someone. Hand it to them. Liu Xiang'er looked up, eyes brimming with joy as she exchanged a triumphant glance with Shen-mo. That same evening steward Zhong delivered a prescription. Madam, the investigation is clear. Two days ago the second madam secretly visited the pharmacy to obtain medicine. This type can delay menstruation and fake a pregnancy pulse. So that was their plan. I laughed coldly in my heart. First they used the pregnancy as an excuse to demand a shop. Then once the belly has grown, they stage an unexpected miscarriage and pin the blame squarely on me. What a meticulously calculated scheme. Steward Zhong drew in a sharp breath. Madam, then what should we do now? Go to the storeroom and fetch a box of the four. Ingredient blood tonic. I said the corner of my mouth lifting. Add three kind of fresh safflower. A heavy dose. Steward Zhong froze for a split second, then immediately understood. This old servant will see to it at once. The four-ingredient blood tonic was meant to nourish a woman's blood. But when given to someone deliberately delaying her courses, the effect after three days would be perfect timing. I waited until my mother, in-law carried birds, nest soup to the west courtyard, then personally led Dr. Li there as well. Sister, in-law, why is your face so deathly pale? I asked with feigned concern. Liu Xiang-er was drenched in cold sweat yet still forced a brave smile. It must be the stuffy weather these past few days. The corner of my mouth curved. She had no idea that the fetal, nourishing medicine she drank every day had long been swapped by me for an extremely potent blood, breaking decoction. Dr. Li quickly take Second Madam's pulse. We mustn't let the pregnancy be disturbed. I said gently. Xiang-er confidently extended her wrist and even deliberately thrust her still, flat belly forward. Dr. Li pressed his fingers to her pulse, his brows knitted tighter and tighter. What is it? My mother, in-law, asked anxiously. Dr. Li glanced at me. Speak plainly. I urged gently. He nodded and continued, Since Madam permits it, I shall be direct. Second Madam's pulse is both taut and slippery, clear signs that her monthly courses are about to arrive. There is no fatal pulse at all. The room fell deathly silent. She snatched her hand back, her face ashen. The next instant, bright red blood began to bloom beneath her white silk skirt. Blood I'm bleeding! She screamed, grabbing Dr. Li's sleeve. Save the baby! Save my child! Dr. Li was dragged back several steps. Second Madam was never pregnant to begin with. How could she have miscarried? This is clearly her monthly courses. You quack! Spouting nonsense! Shen Mo had appeared at the doorway at some point, his face thunderous. Second brother, why so quick to anger? I stepped forward and ordered a maid to bring over a celadon jar. Dr. Li, examine the pregnancy tonic Second Madam has been taking. See if there is any problem. I had deliberately left the residue inside. Dr. Li opened the jar, carefully inspected the dregs, then picked out a piece of medicinal herb. His voice turned grave. To speak plainly, this medicine is a menstruation, inducing formula designed to mimic a pregnancy pulse. It is not an anti-miscarriage tonic at all. You're slandering me! Liu Xiang'er's voice suddenly turned shrill. Mother, please judge clearly. Dr. Li has served the manor for thirty years concocting medicines. I trust him. My mother, in loss shot to her feet in fury and slammed her cane against the floor. Liu girl, you have grown far too bold. Mother. Liu Xiang'er lost all momentum and collapsed to her knees with a thud. Your daughter, in law didn't know that quack deceived me. He said it was the best pregnancy tonic. She crawled forward to clutch my mother, in law's legs, only to be shoved away. Try telling me, which proper physician wouldn't recognize a pregnancy pulse? Who wouldn't know about anti-miscarriage medicine? Liu Xiang'er was rendered speechless and prostrated herself on the ground. She whipped her head towards Shen Mo and wailed, Yan Lang, say something for your wife. Shen Mo stood in the shadows, his expression gloomy. After a long silence, he suddenly roared, You cheap slut, you dared deceive me and mother. He kicked her viciously. The Shen family treated you well, yet you committed such a vile deed. Liu Xiang'er was sent rolling. She glared at him. Before she could finish speaking, she clutched her stomach and curled into a ball. Sweat the size of beans rolled down her face as fresh blood continued to soak her skirt. I watched the dog eat, dog drama unfold with icy detachment, the corner of my mouth slowly lifting. This performance is even more brilliant than any stage opera. Early the next morning, while I was combing Chen'er's hair, my mother, in law's trusted wet nurse, arrived with an invitation. The moment I stepped into Shou'an Hall, I saw Shen Mo bowing as he poured tea for her. Zhou You, you're here. My mother, in law, smiled and beckoned me closer. Yan'er just spoke to me about something. I thought it made sense and wanted to discuss it with you. She paused, then continued gently. Now that Mo'er is gone, Yan'er is the only son left in the Shen family. He should shoulder the responsibility of caring for you and the child. The corner of my mouth twitched, yet my eyes held not a trace of mirth. So here it was. Shen Mo wanted to swallow both wives in one gulp. Having lost all face for Liu Xiang'er in front of mother, he had now turned his sights back on me. Mother is joking. I answered calmly, each word razor sharp. Second brother has been taking medicine nonstop for years and can barely take care of himself. How could he possibly look after me and the child? My mother-in-law was rendered speechless, her expression turning ugly. So girl, don't be hasty to refuse. Think it over. Shen Mo put on a sincere face and cupped his hands. Sister-in-law, before big brother passed, he entrusted me. Clack. I slammed my teacup onto the table, cutting him off. Second brother truly has an excellent memory. My husband has been gone for a full year, yet only now do you remember his dying wish. Shon Hao fell utterly silent. Shen Mo's face twisted. It is precisely because I have not yet fulfilled it that big brother's spirit appeared to me last night, scolding me for failing my duty. I rose at once, unwilling to hear another word. I am raising Chen'er very well. There is no need for second brother to concern himself. Turning to my mother-in-law, I gave a shallow curtsy. If there is nothing else, your daughter-in-law will take her leave. Before anyone could speak, I had already turned and walked out. Behind me came my mother, in-law's heavy sigh and the hurried footsteps of Shen Mo. It seemed he wanted to chase after me and explain, but I did not bother looking back. That night, as I sat before my dressing table removing my hairpins, the door to my chamber was suddenly shoved open. I startled and turned. Shen Mo. His eyes burned in the darkness, his entire body reeking of wine, steps unsteady. The moment he entered, he bolted the door behind him. Sister-in-law. His voice was hoarse as he staggered toward me. This morning in Shone Hall, why wouldn't you give me any face? I gripped the hairpin tightly and said coldly, Second brother is drunk. This behavior is highly improper. He acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to mutter, Big brother has been gone so long. You've shouldered the entire Shen family alone. Aren't you tired? I only want to help. Help me, I sneered. Second brother should worry about himself first. He drew a deep breath. His eyes suddenly darkened as he seized my wrist with bruising force. So in the end, Sister-in-law still looks down on my frail body. He leaned in close, hot breath laced with wine brushing my ear. Then why don't we test whether I am truly incapable? His demeanor made it clear he no longer intended to hide anything. I wrenched my hand free and slapped him hard across the face. Slap. The sound rang crisp and clear in the silent room. Shen Mo's head snapped to the side, cheek swelling red, yet he actually laughed in a low voice, showing no intention of retreating. I immediately drew the hairpin and pressed its sharp tip against his throat. Second brother. Breaking into a widow's chamber in the dead of night. Does Liu Xianger know about this? His Adam's apple bobbed beneath the needle point. He narrowed his eyes, looking as if he understood perfectly. If my sister-in-law finds her an eyesore, tomorrow I will divorce her. How about that? Second brother, do not jest like that. I pressed the hairpin harder. If you still wish to keep any dignity, get out immediately. He chuckled softly, swaying as he cupped his hands in a salute. It was I who overstepped. The moment I withdrew the hairpin, I deliberately twisted it, slicing a thin line across his neck. He hissed in pain, nearly tripping over his own robe, yet when he turned to leave he still shot me a meaningful glance over his shoulder. The next morning, the west courtyard erupted in chaos. I won't divorce you. Liu Xianger's shrill scream echoed through the courtyard. Don't forget, it was you who forced me. Another slap cut her off. I stood in the corridor, watching coldly as Shen Mo clamped a hand over her mouth and dragged her roughly inside. One embroidered shoe fell to the ground, her bare ankle was scraped bloody by the green stone paving. From the Buddhist hall came the relentless sound of my mother, in law's wooden temple block. Not long after, Shen Mo rushed out of the room, face ashen and panicked. Steward Zhong hurried over to report. Second Master struck too hard and caused Second Madam to faint. Fearing he had killed her, he fled the manor. Before leaving he instructed the servants to stage her hanging. I set down the account book, took a small packet of medicine from the hidden drawer beneath my dressing table, and said, find a way to save Liu Xianger. Make her swallow this. This is the breath, halting powder, I said with a faint smile. After taking it, for three days her pulse will cease as though she were dead, long enough for the burial. Steward Zhong, after the coffin is entered, you know what to do. This old servant understands. At noon, while I was teaching Chen'er to write, the wet nurse came running in panic. Madam, something terrible has happened. Her face was deathly pale, voice trembling. Second Madam, she hanged herself in her room. I immediately covered Chen'er's ears and instructed calmly, go invite Second Young Master back to handle the funeral arrangements. It was late into the night before Shen Mo returned to the manor. He stood before the morning hall, staring at the black, lacquered coffin, the corner of his mouth twitching. Xianger, how could you be so cruel? He threw himself against the coffin, clutching the edge and wailing. I only said a few angry words. Why did you? He knelt before the memorial tablet, fingers tracing every stroke on the wooden plaque as he whispered, Xianger, my Xianger anyone who saw you would have been moved. My mother-in-law supported by a maid, walked out on trembling legs. Yen'er, the dead cannot return. You must preserve your health. Shen Mo instantly hugged her legs, burying his face in her robe and sobbing wretchedly. Mother, how is your son supposed to live from now on? Tears streamed down my mother-in-law's face as she stroked his hair. Silly child, you still have mother, and you still have your sister-in-law. At those words, Shen Mo lifted his head, eyes brimming with tears as he looked toward me. Sister-in-law, he choked, staggering closer. Now that big brother is gone and Xianger has left us, only the two of us, brother and sister-in-law, remain to rely on each other. He reached for my hand. I took a step back and said indifferently, Second brother, please restrain your grief. Quickly change into mourning clothes and do not disturb your sister, in-law's soul in the underworld. Shen Mo glanced at his filthy clothes, momentarily flustered. Sister-in-law is right. I will change at once. As he turned, his back hunched and his steps slow, exactly like a man truly grieving. Yet the moment he crossed the threshold, the corner of his mouth lifted, and he casually flicked the dust from his sleeve. Three days later, just as the funeral procession carried the coffin out of the city gates, Steward Zhong returned silently to the inner courtyard. Madam, everything is settled, he reported in a low voice. The Liu woman has been moved to the secluded villa. What Second Master buried was an empty coffin. I tap my fingers lightly on the table pondering. Later, find a clever little page and have him casually mention to Second Master that this morning several coffin, bears were gossiping. The coffin today felt unusually light. Then go to the Yemen and drop a hint that someone has robbed the grave. I lifted my teacup and took a sip. Say there are grave robbers. Before dawn, the manor gates shook from violent pounding when the Yemen runners dragged Shen Mo'en, covered in mud, hair disheveled, clothes stained with fresh dirt. He struggled and shouted, Your Honor, please investigate. I only went to pay respects at my wife's grave, paying respects while carrying an iron spade. The runner sneered and tossed out the dirt-covered spade. Everyone involved is under arrest. In the courtroom, the prefect slammed his gavel with a resounding crack, expression stern. Shen Mo', you dug up a newly buried grave in the middle of the night. Do you admit your crime? Shen Mo'en knelt in the hall, cold sweat pouring down his face. Your Honor, allow this commoner to explain. I heard rumors that my wife's death held hidden circumstances, so I went to open the coffin and verify. Oh, the prefect stroked his beard and laughed coldly. Then what did you see inside the coffin? In inside the coffin, Shen Mo'en stammered, face deathly pale. If you saw nothing, this official will let you meet someone. The prefect's tone was full of meaning. Before he finished speaking, a runner led Liu Shang'er forward. Her face was ashen, legs trembling. The moment she saw Shen Mo', she lunged at him, tearing at his clothes. You beast! She shrieked. Shen Mo'en recoiled in terror. Why, you're still alive! Your Honor, please investigate. Liu Shang'er wailed. He is not Shen Yan. He is Shen Mo', the eldest son of the Shen family. Last year, he hired assassins to kill his own younger brother. Now, afraid of being exposed, he tried to strangle me to silence me. The entire courtroom erupted. The crowd buzzed with shock. You madwoman! A flash of panic crossed Shen Mo'en's eyes, but he quickly steadied himself and forced a calm expression. Your Honor, I did intend to divorce her, but every word this slut has spoken is slander. She must have lost her mind from shock and is now framing me. He coughed violently, then hurried on. Everyone knows my elder brother died a year ago after being ambushed by mountain bandits. He glanced at me as if clutching at his last straw. If you don't believe me, my sister-in-law is right here. She can testify. The prefect slammed the wooden block. Su woman, step forward and answer. I walked slowly to the front. Instead of speaking immediately, I drew an account book from my sleeve. Your Honor, this humble woman wishes to accuse her late husband Shen Mo'en of hiring assassins to commit murder. You're talking nonsense. Shen Mo'en struggled wildly, chains clanking. I smiled faintly and sneered. I said to my late husband Shen Mo'en, so why is second brother reacting so strongly? Shen Mo'en froze. I, I will not allow you to slander my elder brother. I laughed coldly and continued. In the third month of last year, Shen Mo'en withdrew 500 tales from the accounts, claiming it was for smoothing trade routes. But this humble woman has investigated. The money ended up in the hands of a man named Hai San. The prefect frowned. Who is this Hai San? The clerk beside him scanned the room, then leaned close to the prefect's ear and whispered, Your Honor, he is the vice leader of the water transport gang, currently imprisoned for the bloody incident at Spring Breeze Pavilion last month. The prefect's expression changed at once. He ordered the man brought in for questioning. Before long, a burly scar faced man was dragged into the hall. The prefect asked gravely, Hai San, do you recognize the person before you? Hai San narrowed his eyes at Shen Mo', then suddenly bared his yellow teeth in a grin. Oh, isn't this the eldest young master of the Shen family who hired us last year for 500 tales to pose as mountain bandits? He told us to ambush the road and kill his sickly younger brother. But before we could act, he himself pushed the man out of the carriage, causing him to cough up blood and die on the spot. You're lying. Shen Mo'en staggered back two steps. I have never met you, let alone given you any silver. You bandits murdered for money and now frame me. I bowed. Your Honor, this humble woman has another witness. The prefect nodded. A hurtrending sob rang out from below the hall as an old, lame man rushed forward and kowtowed so hard his forehead struck the stone floor. Your Honor is wise. This lowly one is the former coachman of the Shen family, Li Fuquan. That day when the mountain bandits ambushed us, this lowly one personally saw the eldest young master push the second young master out of the carriage. Shen Mo'en's face turned paper, white, his entire body seemed to freeze. The prefect shouted, if you truly saw it with your own eyes, why did you not come forward to testify at the time? This lowly one was chased by them, slipped and fell off a cliff. I was lucky to survive, but my leg was broken. The old man rolled up his trouser leg, revealing a crooked, unhealed scar. This lowly one clearly saw the second young master murdered. How come the rumors said the eldest young master died? This lowly one, this lowly one was truly terrified and dared not speak. Shen Mo'en's face turned ashen, he collapsed to the ground. Impossible, I don't believe it. My mother-in-law murmured in a daze, her bony fingers gripping his shoulder tightly. Yaner, tell mother this isn't true. You are Yaner, aren't you? I supported her trembling body. Mother, do you still remember? Shen Mo'en has a cinnabar mole on his left shoulder. One look and the truth will be clear. The prefect gestured, the runners rushed forward and tore open his robe. A bright red mole was exposed beneath the sunlight. My mother-in-law let out a heart-wrenching scream and crumpled to the floor. The prefect slammed his gavel. Shen Mo', what else do you have to say? He suddenly threw his head back and laughed. Wretched, broken sound. With such ironclad evidence, what more is there to say? He whipped around to face his mother, eyes flashing with venom. Mother, do you know why I wanted to kill that sickly wretch? The hall fell deathly silent. From childhood to adulthood, in mother's eyes there was only him. His voice grew hoarse. If he so much as coughed, you would stay up all night tending to him. Yet when I ran a fever for three days, you never once glanced my way. My mother-in-law crawled up on trembling limbs, lips moving soundlessly. He was weak and couldn't study, so you said just let him rest. But when I made a single mistake reciting the Analects, you made me kneel from morning till night. He pointed at the whip scars on his shoulder. These were left by father when he flogged me at age twelve. Then he pointed at me. Even when it came to marriage, I was the one who first took a fancy to the loo girl, but because her family was lowly you refused. The moment he opened his mouth to propose, you immediately agreed. I simply hated him. I wanted him dead. Slap. A resounding slap struck his face. My mother-in-law withdrew her hand, tears streaming. You unfilial beast. How could you have become so deranged? He stood frozen, clutching his cheek. Mother, the doctor said my younger brother was born weak and wouldn't live past eighteen. My mother-in-law's voice was hoarse. Your father and I never intended for him to inherit the family business. Everything you thought was favoritism was simply because we knew he didn't have long to live. She stepped forward and seized his collar. I made you study so you could glorify our ancestors. I was strict so you could shoulder the family estate. She dragged him around to face me. Even the marriage with the Su family. Tell me, in what way is Zhaoyu inferior to the loo girl? She is skilled at management and business. These past years without her. Shenmue staggered, cutting her off. His eyes bulged as he laughed like a madman. What use is saying it now? That sickly bastard is dead. Dead by my own hand? Before he finished, he suddenly vomited violently, as if trying to empty his entire body. The prefect slammed the table. Shenmue hired assassins to commit murder. Evidence conclusive. Immediate execution by beheading. Liu Xiang'er, though an accomplice, had rendered meritorious service by exposing the truth. She was sentenced to exile three thousand li away and assigned to the border as a slave. Three days later, Shenmue was escorted to the execution ground. The sky was overcast, black clouds roiling. He stood on the platform, eyes dull as he gazed into the distance. Until the executioner's blade flashed and he fell forever silent. Liu Xiang'er was dragged away to the border. Her figure staggered, all trace of her former seductive charm gone. From that day on, my mother-in-law fell gravely ill and took to her bed, clutching Shen Yan's old robes and muttering endlessly. I arranged for her to rest quietly in the Buddhist hall, tended by loyal old wet nurses. Three years later, on the day of the winter solstice, Fragrant incense smoke curled from the burner. I held Chen'er's hand as we offered three sticks of incense and placed them neatly in the censer. Mother, what are we doing? Chen'er looked up, round eyes full of curiosity. I knelt down and straightened his collar. From today onward, you will carry the Su surname, your mother's surname. The clan elders exchanged glances, but no one dared object. As we passed through the corridor, I saw several clan elders whispering. The moment they noticed me, they hurried to Bo, second uncle. I stopped and said, I heard your grandson wishes to enter the trading firm to learn accounting. Tell him to find Steward Zhong tomorrow. The elder froze, then bowed deeply. Many thanks, Family Head. The title, Family Head, made me raise an eyebrow slightly. I gazed at the bustling courtyard where servants sorted goods and accountants clicked up accuses with practiced ease. Steward Zhong brought over a gilded wooden box. Madam, the land deeds and account books for all the shops have been changed to the new name. I opened the first volume. My fingers brushed the vivid red seal Su Family Trading House and the third elder. As Madam instructed, his son has been sent to the Hangzhou branch. Steward Zhong replied softly. I gave a light laugh. Indeed, kindness and severity together produced the best results. That afternoon, while Chenner practiced writing in the study, the paper was smeared with three crooked characters Su Zikun. Your handwriting is terrible, I teased. He pursed his lips, face smudged with ink. I took his chubby little hand and guided each stroke. A little maid came running. Proprietor, the western region's caravan has arrived, bringing many rare treasures. I set down the brush. Chenner, do you want to go see? Yes. He jumped off the chair then suddenly turned back. Do I still have to practice these characters? Of course. I wiped the ink from his face. Not only characters. From tomorrow you must also study accounting. Why? I stroked his hair. Because mother wants you to grow up even more capable than she is. Looking at the child who shared my blood, I suddenly felt that all those schemes and calculations no longer mattered. He straightened his little back, eyes bright as stars. Then in the future I also want to be like mother, clicking the abacus until it rattles. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating that young, innocent face. At that moment, I seemed to see myself years ago, the little girl standing beside the counter, rising on tiptoe to watch her father work the abacus. That concludes today's story on stellar novels. We hope you enjoyed it. Please give us a like, leave your thoughts in the comments, and subscribe to stay updated with new stories. See you next time.