The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law-Chapter 1657 - 1660: If I Die, Let It Be in the Ningwang Residence

Jin Zijin glared at Zhang Shiyu with an expression of utter disgust in his eyes and said, "In the past few hundred years, so many people have died in this courtyard—one more won’t make a difference, nor will one less. You want to die? Be my guest!"

He pointed to a rockery not far away.

Zhang Shiyu’s face turned deathly pale; her hands were dripping blood, as was her heart.

She quietly asked herself, "No, why has he changed?"

The Jin Zijin in her memory was nothing like this. Where had those warm eyes gone? Could it be because it was nighttime now, that his warmest side, like the sunlight during the day, was only given during the daytime?

"Your Highness Ningwang? I just want to ask you, what’s wrong with me? Why don’t you want me?"

Jin Zijin replied indifferently, "Whether you’re good or bad, what has it got to do with me?"

"I..." She was instantly left speechless.

Seeing herself in a red bridal dress, she hurriedly straightened the hair at her temple to present her exquisite face better to Jin Zijin.

She smiled and said, "Look, I’m much prettier than her. Look, everyone says I’m especially beautiful today. The bride is the most beautiful woman in the world, just look!"

Jin Zijin had never felt anything more repulsive than the woman in front of him.

In the past, he only thought that Prime Minister Zhang sought to curry favor with the Imperial Family, hoping to get his daughter married into the royal lineage, but never imagined that Zhang Shiyu had any infatuation with him.

All those acts, he always thought were a sham.

But seeing Zhang Shiyu, dressed in bridal attire, running to his residence in the middle of the night to commit suicide, he finally realized that every one of her schemes was genuine.

Yet this true feeling forced upon him only made him feel disgusted.

Gu Youyou bit her lip in silence, feeling a myriad of emotions.

This was truly a pitiful and hateful woman.

Her sincere affection was misguided.

Not only was there no dissent, but it also could only make others hate her more.

Jin Zijin turned his face away, raised his hand, and said blandly, "Take Miss Zhang out; Prime Minister Zhang should be arriving soon!"

He wrapped an arm around Gu Youyou’s waist, walking back with her, feeling nothing but utter dejection without any other emotions.

Zhang Shiyu watched their retreating figures in despair, the excessive blood loss making her face appear ghastly pale.

But at that moment, she didn’t know where the strength came from, suddenly pushing away the guard about to escort her away and charged straight toward the rockery Jin Zijin had pointed to.

With a loud bang, both Gu Youyou and Jin Zijin turned around startled.

The maids in the residence, holding lanterns, screamed in fright due to Zhang Shiyu’s action, throwing the lanterns far away.

The lantern started burning near Zhang Shiyu, illuminating her face clearly.

She looked at Jin Zijin and Gu Youyou, who had turned around, her face covered in blood, and laughed crazily, "I said it, even if I die, it will be here. From now on, I’ll always be watching you, even if I can’t be yours alive, I’ll remain the ghost of this Prince Residence even after death!"

Under the night sky and flickering flames, the scene was more terrifying than one could describe.

Several maids were petrified with fear.

The onlookers were ashen-faced one by one. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

Jin Zijin shielded Gu Youyou in his arms, gently covering her eyes with his broad palm, whispering something to her.

But Zhang Shiyu couldn’t hear anymore; that final image was forever engraved in her mind.

It was only at that last moment she understood that his warmth wasn’t limited to day or night; all his warmth was given to that one person.

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