Chapter 98 Never mind

Qu Ling didn't feel sad at all when his biological father said this.

"Not only will I not die, I will live to be a hundred years old," she said, looking at Qu Yi, who was still holding his eyes. "Otherwise, who will see you off to the end?"

Qu Xi was so angry that he had angina pectoris.

He wanted to hit Qu Ling, but he didn't dare.

"Do you want to report to the police?" Qu Ling asked again with a blank expression.

She just looked at Qu Xi.

It seems to be asking, do you want the whole world to know that your sons are killing each other?

"Don't you think the Marquis' Mansion is messy enough?" Qu Xin's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water was about to drip out.

"From now on, you are not allowed to interfere in Lianzhi and Ah Heng's affairs."

He will take care of these two children himself.

Qu Ling is so cruel.

Her brother died, but she didn't feel any grief and even wanted to harm her other brother.

She hated the Marquis' Mansion and this family. Qu Xi should have thought of it earlier.

She was framed by the Song family and sent to Jiangzhou for six years. She wanted revenge, so how could she treat the Song family's children well?

Qu Xi blamed her for being too narrow-minded.

We are all family, what does she want?

Does she have to wait until her family is broken up for her to be satisfied?

"Even though you've been named a princess, you're still my daughter." He was a little afraid of Qu Ling, so he could only use his father's authority to pressure her. "If you dare to openly disobey me, you'd be unfilial."

Qu Ling obeyed, "I'll have someone pack up my sister's things right away. Which courtyard does father want to place her in?"

"It's none of your business." Qu Xin didn't want to say another word to her.

Qu Ling still didn't care, "What about Ayi's funeral..."

"It's none of your business."

Qu Xin decided not to continue to be depressed.

It's just a broken hand, no big deal.

Although he lost his position as Minister of Personnel, he was still the Marquis of Dingxiang.

He wanted to use Qu Yi's funeral to return to the circle of powerful people in the capital.

As long as the Song family is still around, everyone has to give them some face.

In the future, if he gets the credit for following the emperor, he will make the princess pay for her blood debt with blood.

Qu Ling is not young anymore, it’s time for him to get engaged.

Qu Xi thought of the Wang family that Song Guang mentioned, and made a plan in his mind.

But he didn't say it yet.

Once the matter is settled, Qu Ling has no choice but to marry.

Qu Xi had Qu Yi's body collected for burial with a sorrowful look on his face, and then he staggered away.

"Princess, are we really going to just ignore it?" Tingqin asked.

She always felt that the Marquis had bad intentions.

"I'm enjoying my free time." Qu Ling said.

She had already cleaned up the Dingxiang Marquis' Mansion.

No matter how Qu Xin struggled, he was in her hands and could not turn the tables.

After returning to Nuanshanju, Qu Ling went to see Qu Lianzhi first.

When he opened the door, Qu Lianzhi was curled up in the corner of the bed. When he heard footsteps, he looked up suddenly with panic in his eyes, "What are you doing here?"

She glared, "You finally can't hold it back anymore, you want to kill me, right?"

Qu Ling glanced at her calmly, then walked straight to the table and sat down. "I'm here to tell you that your grandmother is dead."

Qu Lianzhi's heart was greatly shocked.

He became much more awake, but his body kept shaking.

Impossible, she is still waiting for her grandmother to take her to the Song family.

How could my grandmother die?

Who dares to kill her?

"She committed suicide." Qu Ling poured himself a cup of tea and gently resolved Qu Lianzhi's doubts.

Qu Lianzhi was struck by lightning, and tears suddenly rolled down her cheeks.

She clenched her fists so hard that her palms were almost pierced by her nails.

"And Ayi," Qu Ling took a sip of tea, "is dead too."

"Ah, I don't know if it was because your mother committed too many sins. She died, and then both her mother and son died on the same day."

Qu Lianzhi's eyes were bloodshot.

"Shut up!"

She covered her ears, she didn't want to listen.

"Ah Heng killed him," Qu Ling insisted on telling her, "just now, by the Moon Lake."

Qu Lianzhi finally broke down, squatting on the ground, holding his head and crying.

Qu Ling was not in a hurry and waited slowly for Qu Lianzhi to cry.

When she finally stopped talking, she slowly said, "Pack your things. Father said he wants to take care of you personally."

Qu Lianzhi looked up with sobs, a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

She was finally going to escape from this cage.

"Do you think he'll treat you well?" Qu Ling guessed her thoughts. "When he pushed Ah Heng into the water with his own hands, he didn't hesitate at all."

Qu Lianzhi was sent to hell again.

She misses her mother very much.

At this moment, Qu Lianzhi really didn't want to live anymore.

But she also didn't want to die.

"Go see Ayi," Qu Ling stood up, "and see him off for the last time."

She walked to the door and suddenly turned back, "Ah Heng's leg is injured again. I think he needs amputation. You should go and take a look."

The door was not closed. Qu Lianzhi stared at Qu Ling's back in a daze, his head buzzing.

Qu Ling walked a long way, but could still hear her heart-wrenching screams.

That night, the Dingxiang Marquis Mansion was very lively.

If Qu Ling says he doesn’t care, then he really doesn’t care.

After a leisurely bath, she sat at the desk to write. When the time came, she blew out the lamp and went to sleep.

In Yunsong Hall, Cuilu also ordered the maids to close the courtyard door tightly, "The old lady needs to rest quietly, no one is allowed to disturb her."

She knew something had happened at home again and was uneasy.

The old lady was lying on the bed with her eyes closed. It was unclear whether she was asleep or fainted.

The current situation is turbulent, Cuilu thought.

All the old lady's misfortunes started when she stepped on that Buddhist bead and fell.

She never got up after that.

No one has been in the Buddhist temple for a long time.

Cuilu pushed the door open as if possessed by a ghost.

A strong smell of dust hit me in the face.

She walked to the Buddha statue, knelt silently, and clasped her hands together.

No matter which Bodhisattva passing by, please bless the princess with all the best and let me go to Jiangnan to become a wealthy lady.

In the outer courtyard, the director of the Imperial Hospital came in person.

After checking Qu Heng's injuries, he said he wanted to amputate his leg.

Qu Heng went mad and would rather die than give in.

But he had no choice.

After taking Ma Fei San, he lost consciousness.

Until dawn, screams from the outer courtyard pierced the sky.

"Princess, the eldest son has woken up, his legs are gone, and I heard he's gone crazy."

Qu Ling slept well all night and chuckled from the bottom of his heart when he heard the words.

Now the Marquis’ Mansion is full of disabled people and crazy people.

She was not in a hurry to send everyone to death. She thought that slowly torturing them to death would justify the suffering she had endured in her previous life.

She surrounded Nuanshanju like an iron barrel, and not even a fly could fly in.

When Qu Yi was buried, she used the excuse of being sick and recuperated in her room.

She rarely had a few days of leisure.

But there is always someone who won't let her live in peace.

When the cicadas started chirping in the middle of summer, rumors began to spread in the mansion and the capital.

It is said that Princess Jia'an was born with an evil spirit and an unlucky fate.

He killed his biological mother, stepmother, and brother.

In the entire main house of Marquis Dingxiang’s mansion, there is no complete person except her.

If such a person is conferred the title of princess, she will probably bring disaster to the royal family.

A few days after the rumor came out, news came from the palace that Queen Song was ill.

The Grand Historian made the suggestion personally, pointing the finger directly at Qu Ling.

Queen Song dragged her sick body and asked, "Is there any way to resolve this?"

She really wanted to abolish Qu Ling's title of princess, but she couldn't find any fault with Qu Ling.

The Grand Historian said, "The only way to suppress her evil spirit is to find someone whose fate is compatible with the princess and marry him as soon as possible."

Empress Song pleaded with the emperor, "She has reached the age of marriage. I am willing to act as a matchmaker for her personally, so as not to humiliate her."

The emperor felt guilty towards Qu Ling.

He also listened to the rumors outside the palace and felt that they were true.

He began to believe it.

The Dingxiang Marquis Mansion was indeed half dead.

"That man must be her favorite," the emperor said, "otherwise, it would be harmful to her."

Queen Song chuckled, "Of course."

At the end of August, a talented young man appeared in front of the gate of Dingxiang Marquis Mansion.

He had an upright figure and a handsome appearance, and held a token tightly in his hand. He claimed that he and the princess were in love and had come to the mansion to propose marriage.