Su Qingyue responded indifferently, "That's good."
"Li Rong'er, the dead bitch, still fancied the idea of seducing the son-in-law. I've heard that she bashed her head against a column so hard that when she died, her brains spilled out, and half of her head was smashed."
"Is it that serious?" Su Qingyue raised her eyebrows, "Actually, the human head is quite hard. Without falling from a high place, no matter how you bash it, it won't be half smashed. Moreover, even when Li Rong'er was left with only one leg, she still shamelessly clung to my second brother. How could such a person seek death? They say it's a suicide by hitting a column, but wasn't this claimed by the Fang Family's people? It's not reliable. She must have been killed by the Fang Family. Even if Li Rong'er was sold to the Fang Family, the Official Residence wouldn't care much about a slave's death. But news of beating someone to death isn't good to spread, so they framed it as suicide."