Pristine Darkness

Chapter 8

Lmao what a sketchy move...they actually snuck into their house and "pretended" to be lost. There are definitely a lot of dirty secrets behind Yao Yuange's family (something that you might have noticed from the previous chapters already!)

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Of course, it was a servant. She looked around 45 years old, was medium sized, tall and skinny, and wore plain and simple clothing. She was walking by holding a broom and didn't notice that Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao were behind the door in the middle of the night.

They took notice of her because her fair and clear skin had a fresh bruise.

People who investigated cases always thought meticulously. The deceased Fu Wei had slits on his wrist and showed traces of a fight. Although they didn't discover the killer's blood or useful DNA at the crime scene, it was very possible that a bruise was left somewhere on the murderer's body.

The servant looked very unsophisticated. She swept the courtyard's dead leaves for awhile and then left to tidy the corridor outside the rooms. For the time being, Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao watched her from a distance.

Then, a door opened and a tall, skinny, beautiful, but sharp faced girl walked out from a room. She was wearing a satin top and wide legged pants and had a very graceful appearance. Jian Yao remembered that she stayed at the Yao's and that she was the younger cousin of a former theatrical troupe actress, Zhang Jufang.

"Sweep, you damnable creature!" Zhang Jufeng poked the servant's forehead, "My mother is currently sleeping. What are you making so much noise for, you old bitch? You just don't want me to sleep!

The servant hung her head.

That hadn't appeased Zhang Jufeng's anger, so she grabbed the dustpan next to her and hit the servant's face.

Jian Yao's eyes widened- so this was how she got the wound on her face. This Zhang Jufeng was also being too extreme but they couldn't expose themselves now, so they could only continue to quietly watch from afar. Zhang Jufeng yelled at her for a moment and then closed the door and went back inside her room. From a distant glance, the inside of her room was decorated very delicately. There was a big lacquered wooden bed, a corner sofa, and next to the doorway there was a European style iron coat rack where there hung a few pieces of men's clothing. There was also a few pairs of leather slippers at the doorway.

During this time, another servant holding a lot of vegetables passed through the courtyard and walked over. The servant was a woman who looked a little over forty. She saw the servant that had been hit but both of them didn't say anything; it seemed as if this was a normal occurrence. Although their ages and appearances weren't the same, their depression and unsophistication sense were.

With a creak, the room's window next to Zhang Jufeng was pushed open. A thin girl with a delicate and pretty appearance popped her head out. It was Chen Mei, the inn's restaurant waitress manager. "I hear scolding everyday, is there an end? Let's show a little more ability to do more for this home, even if we have to use up all your manpower. There is no use in arguing over nonsense! Ms. Tong, go bring me some food. Why isn't it here yet? You never listen to what I say. Why is it that you listen to orders given by others but not by me?" It sounded as if she was scolding someone, but also sounded like she was talking to herself.

The servant who had previously been hit by Zhang Jufeng said in a low voice, "Okay." She didn't sound angry. She turned around and went towards the kitchen outside the courtyard. It seemed as though Zhang Jufeng didn't dare to compete with Chen Mei. Jian Yao only heard a large clang sound in Zhang Jufeng's room, as if something had been smashed to the ground.

Bo Jinyan wrinkled his eyebrows and softly said, "Stupid, arrogant, and filthy."

Jian Yao didn't speak and looked up at the misty dark sky. The willow tree noiselessly hung. In this archaic courtyard, it seemed as if it gave off an old and rotten smell. When compared to the outside world, it seemed as if this world and the world outside were two different worlds.