Borrow Knife

The day my father fell from his horse, I pulled out a severed girth from the saddle. My fiancé knelt in front of me and cried heartbrokenly. I smelled the smell of jasmine powder on his sleeves. The personal maid cried secretly every night, so I dug out a packet of abortion medicine residue from under her pillow. I didn't expose anyone. I locked the girdle into the box, wrapped the medicine dregs, and married him with a smile. He thought I was lame, thought I was stupid, and thought the Shen family was already in his pocket. He didn't know that I had already handed the knife to another person's hand. That person has a bad temper, is petty, and is most afraid of being cuckolded. I don't kill people. I'll borrow the knife. The knife is back and my hands are still clean. —— He learned about medicine at the age of three and took charge of the business at the age of fifteen. I am Shen Zhiwei. Those who harm my father will come one by one. They don't know that my father was cut off and fell to death. I was pushed down the mountain from behind. My maid