Chapter 46 Ling Zixia puts the blame on Li Ruolan

The bedroom in Jingsiyuan was in a mess.

Huamei and her men looked like crazy.

They scratched their bodies frantically.

While laughing foolishly.

He was also mumbling some inappropriate words.

The two servants who were ordered to dismantle the bed were not spared either.

They pulled at each other's clothes.

Rolling into a ball on the ground.

The scene was appalling to watch.

Wang Fu stood at the door.

He looked at the hellish scene.

I was so scared that my legs went weak and I could hardly stand.

Ling Zixia was supported by Qing'er.

Slowly walked back to the bedroom door.

She looked at the mess in the room.

His face showed just the right amount of fear and helplessness.

She spoke to Wang Fu in a trembling voice.

"Manager Wang... this... what should we do?"

"Did the Thrush girls... suffer from some kind of emergency?"

At this time, Wang Fu already revered Ling Zixia as a god.

How could he dare to be disrespectful in the slightest?

He bowed quickly and said.

"Don't be afraid, Auntie."

"This old slave...this old slave will go get a doctor right away!"

He said, turning around and running.

Ling Zixia called him.

"Wait a moment."

Wang Fu stopped immediately.

He turned respectfully.

"Auntie, do you have any other instructions?"

Ling Zixia's gaze fell on the inconspicuous incense burner in the corner of the room.

The "Crazy Smile" biscuit was almost burnt out.

She pointed at the incense burner.

Said in a somewhat uncertain tone.

"Butler, look..."

"This strange fragrance seems to be coming from that incense burner."

"I remember... this incense burner seemed to have accidentally fallen out of Miss Thrush's sleeve just now."

She said this in a very soft voice.

But it was like a flash of lightning.

It instantly hit Wang Fu's mind.

Wang Fu looked up suddenly.

He stared at the incense burner intently.

An extremely terrifying thought was growing wildly in his mind.

It's a thrush.

It was she who brought the incense burner in question.

It was she who lit this harmful incense.

Her purpose.

The purpose is to frame Aunt Ling.

Everyone thought that Aunt Ling had used some magic.

That made them go crazy.

But she had made all the calculations.

I didn't expect that I would be harmed by this incense.

What a vicious plan.

The more Wang Fu thought about it, the more scared he became.

There was a bit more sympathy in his eyes when he looked at Ling Zixia.

He felt that this new master had a very difficult life.

We have to face these open and covert attacks every day.

"Someone come!"

Wang Fu calmed himself down.

He shouted sternly at the guards outside the courtyard.

"Quickly put out this harmful thing in our house!"

Two guards rushed in immediately.

They covered their mouths and noses with wet cloths.

Carefully carried the incense burner out.

Pour it out completely with a basin of cold water.

As the fragrance dissipates.

Those crazy people in the room.

It seemed that a bit of clarity had gradually returned.

Although they no longer laughed foolishly.

But his eyes remained dull.

The severe itching on my face and body did not ease at all.

Still scratching there in pain.

Ling Zixia looked at their miserable condition.

A barely perceptible sneer flashed in his eyes.

The effect of "Crazy Smile" has worn off.

But she was in the pancake before.

A special medicinal ingredient transformed by the golden finger was also added.

That kind of medicinal material.

It will be combined with the aroma of "Crazy Smile".

Produces a toxin that causes intense itching.

This toxin penetrates deep into the skin.

Ordinary medicines cannot relieve it at all.

At least within three days.

These people have to live in this strange itch that is worse than death.

Three days later.

Even if the itching subsides.

On their faces and bodies.

It will also inevitably leave indelible scars.

For a maid like Huamei who makes a living by her looks.

Disfiguring her is more painful than killing her.

"Butler Wang."

Ling Zi-Xia spoke again.

There was just the right amount of worry in her voice.

"The thrush girls are seriously injured. We should send them back to the lady as soon as possible."

"So as not to...delay treatment."

She was reminding Wang Fu.

How to deal with subsequent matters.

Wang Fu immediately understood.

He knows.

This matter must be made known to Mistress Li Ruolan immediately.

And, take all the responsibility.

All the blame was put on Huamei.

Let her reap what she sows.

"That's what my aunt said."

Wang Fu responded respectfully.

He immediately ordered the guards in the courtyard and his own servants.

Tie up Huamei and others tightly one by one.

Shut their mouths.

Then drag it like a dead dog.

Drag them out of the meditation center.

A disturbance carefully planned by Li Ruolan.

Ling Zixia easily resolved it.

And in an extremely tragic way.

The backlash hit Li Ruolan's own confidant.

Before Wang Fulin left.

He bowed deeply to Ling Zixia again.

"Thank you for your advice today, Auntie."

"This old slave... is grateful."

"Don't worry, Auntie. I will definitely explain this matter clearly to you in front of Madam."

Ling Zixia just smiled softly.

"Thank you, General Manager."

After Wang Fu left.

Jingsiyuan returned to peace again.

Qing'er stepped forward.

She looked at the old wooden bed which was still intact.

His eyes were filled with relief at surviving the disaster.

She said to Ling Zi-Xia.

He knelt down heavily.

"Master, your kindness is great. I... I have no way to repay you."

Ling Zi-Xia helped her up.

"Get up."

"From now on, just do your best for me."

As she spoke, she looked out the window again.

She knows.

This matter is not over yet.

After Li Ruolan broke Huamei's arm.

It will definitely get crazier.

And she.

It’s also time to plan for the next step.

Start preparing.

Just then.

There was another announcement outside the gate.

This time.

The person who came was Zhao Wenxuan's personal bodyguard.

The guard stood at the gate of the courtyard.

Said respectfully.

"Your Highness Aunt Ling."

"Young Master invites you."

A hint of doubt flashed in Ling Zixia's eyes.

Zhao Wenxuan just left.

Why did they send someone to invite her again so soon?

Although she was puzzled.

But I still agreed.

She was supported by Qing'er.

Walked out of Jingsiyuan.

The guard led her.

I didn't go to Zhao Wenxuan's study, Wenxinzhai.

Instead, it passes through several corridors.

They arrived at an independent courtyard in the deepest part of the prime minister's mansion.

This courtyard is extremely remote.

The surrounding area is full of tall sycamore trees.

It looks gloomy and secluded.

There is a black plaque hanging at the gate of the courtyard.

There are three words written in seal script on it.

"Siguozhai".

See these three words.

Ling Zi-Xia's heart suddenly sank.

She knows.

This is where the Prime Minister's Mansion punishes clansmen or servants who make mistakes.

What did Zhao Wenxuan bring her here for?

Before she could figure it out.

The gate of the courtyard was opened from the inside.

Zhao Wenxuan stood at the door with an expressionless face.

He glanced at Ling Zixia.

Said in a deep voice.

"Come in."

Ling Zixia had an ominous premonition in her heart.

But she still kept her head down.

Followed in.

As soon as you enter the yard.

A strong smell of blood hit my face.

I saw only the open space in the middle of the yard.

There were several corpses lying in a mess.

Those corpses were exactly those of Liu Yunyao's servants who had just been captured.

They all died in a miserable way.

It was obvious that he was silenced after being tortured severely.

And on the other side of the yard.

Liu Yunyao herself was locked to a wooden stake with two thick iron chains.

Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were tattered.

His body was covered with whip marks.

She has long lost her former charm.

She saw Zhao Wenxuan and Ling Zixia come in.

A gleam of resentment immediately flashed in his eyes.

She roared at the top of her lungs.

"Zhao Wenxuan! Ling Zixia!"

"You two bastards! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go!"

Zhao Wenxuan turned a deaf ear to her curses.

He just looked at Ling Zixia coldly.

Speak slowly.

"Haven't you always wanted to know how many spies Concubine De has planted in my residence?"

"Now, I'll show you."

As he spoke, he got up from the torture rack beside him.

Picked up a red-hot soldering iron.

He took one step at a time.

Walked towards Liu Yunyao who was chained to a wooden stake.