Chapter 105 Send You to Die
"Have you decided on the coffin I want?"
Qu Ling had been preparing for this day for several months.
Tingqin didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. "It's already been prepared. Do you want to send it to the old lady tomorrow?"
Qu Ling smiled and said, "It will be used."
She looked at the sky and said, "It's still early, let's go see grandma."
This is the last time we will see each other.
Yunsong Hall became increasingly lifeless.
He from the second house hated the old lady for wanting to take her son away, so she never came again.
The Marquis's Mansion was in great chaos, and no one dared to pick a fight with her.
Qu Xi didn't know whether he was escaping or not, not wanting to face such an unbearable mother, so he didn't set foot here.
Anyway, in his heart, Cuilu serving the old lady was considered to be fulfilling her filial duty for him.
The old lady suffered a stroke and became paralyzed.
Once high and mighty, now only a withered shell remains, at the mercy of others.
Cuilu opened the curtain and said, "Old Madam, the princess is here to see you."
The old lady's eyes rolled, as if in anger and fear.
Qu Ling was dressed very simply today, as if he was going to attend a funeral.
She sat down on the embroidered stool beside the bed and looked at the old lady quietly.
Just watch, don't say anything.
Cuilu felt suffocated by the strange silence and even breathed lightly.
The house was silent, and birds were singing outside the window.
Qu Ling's eyes swept over the old lady's dilapidated body inch by inch.
She was admiring her carefully crafted work.
In the previous life, on an afternoon like this, Wang Qin entered her yard.
"A Ling, Young Master Wang is a distinguished guest, please talk to him." The old lady smiled kindly, but there was calculation in her eyes.
She didn't know who Wang Yan was.
But she is not the kind of person who would be obedient, and there is always a kind of depression in her heart that cannot be relieved.
The maid brought the tea, and the old lady asked her to pass it on, but she poured the tea directly on Wang Yan's face.
The old lady changed her attitude, was too lazy to coax her, and directly ruined her reputation, forcing her to marry him whether she wanted to or not.
As Qu Ling thought about it, he couldn't help laughing out loud.
Cuilu was frightened by her smile.
"Madam," Qu Ling finally spoke, "Do you remember Wang Yan?"
"You certainly don't remember."
Qu Ling said to himself, "Forget it, why bother talking about this."
She ordered Cuilu, "Go and pour me a cup of tea."
In fact, she never drinks tea when she comes to Yunsongtang.
Cuilu didn't dare to question it and left quickly.
Only Qu Ling and the old lady were left in the room.
"Tomorrow is your birthday, and it's also the anniversary of my death that I'm preparing for you."
"On the day you were born, I sent you to die."
Qu Ling's words made the old lady's cloudy eyes burst into tremendous fear.
She wanted to call for help, but she couldn't even raise her hand.
Qu Ling took out a small porcelain bottle, uncorked it, and a light fragrance wafted into his nose.
This medicine was given by Madam Mu.
She didn't want to delegate it to anyone else, nor did she want Cui Lu to know.
Some things are better done by yourself.
Qu Ling stuffed the medicine into the old lady's mouth and said gently, "Don't worry, this medicine won't kill you."
"I agreed to let you die on your birthday."
When Cuilu brought the tea, she found that Qu Ling had already left.
The old lady burst into tears.
"Just take a nap if you have nothing to do." Cuilu put down the teacup impatiently.
Why are you crying!
Taking care of such an old man is very exhausting, but she hasn't cried yet.
As soon as it got dark, Cuilu walked into the inner room carrying a bowl of medicine.
But the old lady's eyes were closed, unlike usual when she always stared at her.
Cuilu was stunned at first, then slowly walked over.
"Old lady?"
She called out softly.
The old lady didn't react, not even moving her eyes.
Cuilu's heartbeat quickened a bit. She reached out and gently pushed him, then called out, "Old Madam?"
Still no response.
A secret joy welled up in her heart. If she really died, she would be free.
She checked the old lady's breath.
The old lady is dead!
Great joy enveloped Cuilu.
She didn't call for help immediately.
Wait a moment, wait a moment.
Wait until the old lady dies a little.
What if you call for help too quickly and the person is revived?
She stood there for half an incense stick of time, going over the happy days to come in her mind.
Seeing that the time was almost up, he pinched his thigh, squeezed out two tears with great effort, staggered out the door, and shouted at the top of his voice, "The old lady is dead."
Qu Ling was the first to get the news.
She sat on the beauty couch by the window, counting the Buddhist beads in her hands.
"Isn't it time to use the coffin I prepared?"
Guan Qi didn't know that she had given the old lady medicine, and sighed, "The princess is really as foresighted as a god."
"Carry the coffin directly to Yunsong Hall and have Madam Li arrange for the burial and funeral."
Guanqi nodded and said, "I will pass the message on right away."
Tingqin also said, "This servant will help the princess change her clothes."
The old lady passed away, and we need to change into mourning clothes.
She suddenly discovered that Qu Ling was wearing a plain white dress with only a silver hairpin in her hair.
"Did the princess expect this a long time ago?" Tingqin was not a talkative person, but he couldn't help asking.
Qu Ling smiled and said, "Everyone will die one day, it's just a matter of time."
He from the second house also got the news.
"Dead already?" she murmured, then breathed a sigh of relief. "It's better to be dead."
Her husband wrote to her the day before yesterday, saying that he wanted to return home before the old lady's birthday.
My birthday is tomorrow, so it must be almost here by now.
He was worried day and night, fearing that the old lady would wait for the second master to come back and adopt her son to Qu Mingyue.
"Come here, change the young ladies and gentlemen into mourning clothes." She ordered slowly, but there was an unconcealable ease in her eyes.
Qu Xin was living a life of drunkenness and dreaming in Yun Wu's arms. When he heard the news of the death, he was stunned for a moment.
Mother is dead?
How could that be?
A few days ago, when the eldest princess cut off his hand, his mother came to plead for him. How could he die?
Qu Xian was in a trance for a while.
In his memory, his mother fell down, and was taken care of by A Ling and his aunt, and she was almost recovered.
Even though he was beaten by the eldest princess, there were still people in Yunsong Hall who served him well.
Why did he die without any warning?
It must be that Cuilu didn’t take good care of her.
Qu Xin put all the blame on Cui Lu.
He walked quickly to Yunsong Hall and found that he was the only one there.
Where is Aling?
What about the people from the second house?
Why haven’t you come yet?
"My Lord..."
Cuilu didn't expect that he would be the one to arrive the fastest.
"Bitch, how did you take care of the old lady?" Qu Lu took out his anger on Cui Lu as soon as he entered the room.
A kick landed on Cuilu's abdomen, fast and hard.
Cuilu was caught off guard and fell back a few steps, falling to the ground, holding her stomach and gasping in pain.
"Why did you hit her?" Qu Ling came over. "She served Grandmother every day, fulfilling her filial duty on your behalf. You indulged in alcohol and sex while Grandmother was seriously ill. If the Censorate knew about this, they would tear your skin off."
After Wang Yan came to the house, the father and daughter had a complete falling out.
"I no longer hold an official position, so why should I be afraid of the censor?"
Qu Qi blew his beard and glared, "It is you who should be punished for being unfilial and unbrotherly."
"You don't want the title of Marquis anymore?" Qu Ling said coldly, "I can tell the Princess to take back the Dingxiang Marquisate."
"Rebellious girl!"
Qu Xi was so angry that he was spinning around in circles, not knowing what to do.
"Princess..." Cui Lu saw Qu Ling as if she were her backbone.
After just two words, tears of grievance started falling.
"Get up." Qu Ling asked the maid to support her.
Qu Xi walked to the old lady's bed with a sad look and knelt down.
"Mother, I am an unfilial son."
He was crying, but unfortunately, his mother couldn't hear him.
In fact, the old lady can hear it.
She is not dead yet.
He just held his breath and stopped his pulse.
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