Chapter 162 Do you want to see Sanlang?

Faced with Su Mama's harsh words, Qiu Heng sighed deeply.

"Why is Miss Qiu sighing?" Granny Su asked, raising an eyebrow.

She wasn't in a hurry to send the girl away. She could take advantage of any wealthy young lady who came to her door; if she drove her away, she wouldn't have another chance like this.

Thinking of the beating Fangzhou gave her, Su Mama's heart churned with malice.

It's a pity that this girl couldn't be used to bring good luck to the Third Young Master. Otherwise, when the Madam retaliated against the girl like she did against Lady Liu, she could have lent a hand. To say nothing more, it was only after the girl slashed her face with a hairpin before she died that she truly vented her anger at that wretched maid for scratching her face.

Yes, let that wretched maid watch as she slashes her daughter's face.

Thinking this, Granny Su couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

Qiu Heng didn't know what Granny Su was thinking, but she could see the malice in her bloodshot eyes.

No wonder they're from the Prime Minister's mansion; they've got tyranny ingrained in their bones.

“Your household is currently in a time of great sorrow and grief, and I really didn’t want to come and disturb you, but—” Qiu Heng paused, pulling Su Mama back to her senses, “To be honest, Su Mama, ever since I heard about the passing of your third young master, I’ve been having dreams about him for several days in a row.”

Granny Su frowned: "What dream?"

Let her hear what nonsense this girl is spouting.

Qiu Heng slowly said, "I dreamt of a young man who called himself Fang Sanlang, who asked me for rice noodle rolls—"

"Nonsense!" Granny Su's expression changed drastically, and she interrupted Qiu Heng's words sharply.

Qiu Heng pursed her lips and remained silent.

Granny Su stared intently at her, her eyes seeming to devour her: "Does Miss Qiu know what she's saying?!"

Qiu Heng lowered her eyes, her voice softening: "I also find it strange, having the same dream for several days in a row... Perhaps it's because Madam Yang is the one who loves to eat rice dumplings, and upon suddenly hearing of the Third Young Master Fang's death, she mistakenly attributed it to someone else in her dream..."

As Su Mama listened, she suddenly shivered.

Wait a minute, the lady asked this pair of mistress and servant to come and act as actresses for the Third Young Master, but this girl didn't know that from beginning to end!

The third young master asked this girl for rice dumplings in his dream—a chill rose from the bottom of Granny Su's heart, making her body stiffen.

The faint sound of funeral music drifted over, and every breath carried the smell of burning paper money. This was something the entire Prime Minister's residence had grown accustomed to since the passing of the Third Young Master Fang and the subsequent mourning period, but at this moment it sent chills down Su Mama's spine.

Could it really be that the Third Young Master appeared in this girl's dream?

If that's the case, and she goes against the Third Young Master's wishes, won't he hold her accountable?

Granny Su's heart tightened, and she suddenly felt a little suffocated.

"What did the man in your dream look like?" Granny Su asked, staring intently at Qiu Heng.

Qiu Heng hesitated and shook her head: "I don't remember much after I woke up. I vaguely remember that I was very thin and had long, delicate eyes..."

Granny Su clenched her hands, looking at Qiu Heng with surprise and uncertainty.

It's definitely the Third Young Master!

Everyone knows that the sixth young lady of the Yongqing Marquis's mansion was only recently found, while the third young master hasn't left the house recently, so there's no way the two of them could have met...

Granny Su's heart pounded wildly, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

What else did the man in your dream say?

"Just say you wanted to eat rice dumplings before you left but didn't get to..." Qiu Heng knew that too much talk would lead to mistakes, so she didn't say anything more.

That day, she took Fangzhou to the Prime Minister's residence to make rice dumplings. Before the rice dumplings were even finished, the Third Young Master Fang's condition worsened. So there's no way things will go wrong.

To Granny Su, this was not just accurate, it was absolutely right.

The Third Young Master wanted to eat rice dumplings, so he invited the master and servant in the young lady's name. However, the Third Young Master suddenly fell into a coma and never woke up again until he passed away. So he didn't get to eat them!

"Did you bring the jiaozi?"

Hearing Su Mama ask this question, Qiu Heng knew that half of the deal was done, and the other half depended on Madam Yang.

As for Madam Yang, she was actually more confident, for a cruel reason: she started with the Third Young Master Fang. To Granny Su, the Third Young Master Fang was one of her masters, while to Madam Yang, the Third Young Master Fang was her beloved son.

"I brought it."

"Please wait a moment, Miss Qiu Liu."

After saying this, Granny Su hurriedly went to see Madam Yang.

Madam Yang sat on the bed like a withered tree, showing no reaction to the arrival of Granny Su.

Granny Su felt a pang of sadness looking at Madam Yang.

In the days immediately following the passing of the Third Young Master, the Madam wished she could follow him, even though her daughter knelt and begged. Fortunately, on the seventh day after the Third Young Master's death, the Madam gave Liu a good scolding, and with Liu accompanying the Third Young Master, the Madam did not attempt suicide.

But it's not good for the lady to have no appetite. Maybe Qiu Liu can make her feel better.

"You can go down first."

Granny Su dismissed the maids serving in the room, half-squatted beside Madam Yang, and whispered, "Madam, Miss Qiu Liu has arrived."

Madam Yang's blank expression suddenly changed: "Sixth Miss Qiu?"

"Yes, she brought pink tarts, saying she dreamt that the Third Young Master asked her for snacks..."

Madam Yang suddenly stood up, and because she stood up too quickly, she felt dizzy and her body swayed.

"Madam, be careful—" Granny Su hurriedly helped Madam Yang up.

"Where is she? I need her here, I need her to come right now!" Madam Yang gripped Su's wrist tightly.

That hand was icy cold and incredibly strong. It had lost the smooth, delicate finish of a pampered noblewoman's life; it was now just pale and withered.

Granny Su shuddered involuntarily and hurriedly said, "Madam, please don't worry, I'll call her over right away."

"Go quickly!" Madam Yang pushed Su Mama forcefully.

Granny Su was pushed and stumbled, but she took the opportunity to walk out of the room and quietly exhaled a breath of stale air.

The lady's current state is truly alarming. We mustn't let ourselves get carried away and become delusional, or all of her confidants will be in trouble.

Qiu Heng followed Granny Su to see Madam Yang, and could tell from Granny Su's hurried pace that she was anxious.

It seems that Madam Yang reacted quite strongly to what she said.

This gave Qiuheng even more confidence.

Fang San Gongzi is indeed Madam Yang's lifeblood.

"Madam, Miss Qiu Liu has arrived."

"Madam Yang—"

Just as Qiu Heng knelt down, Madam Yang rushed over and grabbed her wrist: "You dreamed about Sanlang?"

"yes."

"Impossible!" Madam Yang stared fiercely at Qiu Heng, like a mother beast that had lost its mind, exuding ferocity.

Granny Su looked away, somewhat unable to bear watching.

Ever since the day the lady of the house killed Liu's daughter with her own hands, she would sometimes reveal a fierce look in her eyes, which was very frightening.

“Sanlang didn’t even appear in my dreams, so why should he appear in yours? Who do you think you are? Do you deserve it? Do you deserve it?” Madam Yang grabbed Qiu Heng’s neck with both hands, as if she were looking at someone else, not Qiu Heng. “You wretch, you brought death to Sanlang the moment you entered the door, why don’t you just die?”

Upon hearing this, Granny Su rushed over and embraced Madam Yang: "Madam, wake up! This is Miss Qiu Liu!"

Madam Yang blinked, and the quiet girl with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth disappeared from her sight, replaced by Qiu Heng.

Madam Yang raised her hand to her forehead, her eyes gradually regaining their clarity, when she heard the young girl in front of her ask, "Does Madam Yang wish to see Sanlang?"