Liu Changlin felt extremely uncomfortable being stared at. "Madam, what's wrong with you?"
"You don't even make a convincing imitation of my husband."
That really scared the man.
"You don't have to be afraid. Since you want to be my husband, I'll grant your wish, and I won't expose this matter.
But I have conditions."
"Madam, please say it." It was better to know; this would save him trouble—keeping up the act was pretty tiring.
"You can be Scholar Liu, I can even have my family get you a post as an official. But that woman must die, and it has to be tonight."
"You?"
"You probably don't know, do you? My father is a scholar, and he currently serves as Assistant Magistrate.
I can tolerate you having another woman, but the one who seduced my husband and killed him cannot be allowed to live.
I can easily have you all arrested, and what your final outcome will be depends on your own decision."
