Chapter 48: A Bad Fall
The old lady was supported by two people and limped towards the Buddhist hall.
The sharp pain in her ankle made her angry.
How could the Buddhist beads be scattered in that place?
The maids in Yunsong Hall are getting more and more lazy!
“None of them are worry-free!”
She cursed and pushed open the wooden door of the Buddhist hall. A cold wind blew in her face and the eternal lamp on the altar flickered.
The incense stick was lit in trembling hands, and the green smoke rose in a twisted shape.
The old lady was about to insert the incense into the incense burner when she suddenly heard a strange laugh behind her.
She turned around suddenly, her eyes wide in fear.
"you!"
The old lady seemed to have seen something horrifying.
Cuilu followed her gaze and saw nothing but the fluttering prayer flags.
"Xu Zhaoyue, why are you here?"
The incense stick fell to the ground.
The old lady stumbled back and hit her back against the altar.
The incense burner shook and fell over, and the ash splashed all over her.
"It's not me who hurt you."
The old lady screamed and waved her hands, "You are unlucky, don't come to take my life."
The ghost figure was looming in the smoke, and a pale hand stretched out to the old lady, "I'm here to take you away."
The old lady retreated frantically and fell heavily to the ground.
"My waist."
In severe pain, she tried to grab the curtain to get up, but she pulled down the entire prayer flag.
The heavy sandalwood shaft fell down and hit him right on the forehead.
Warm blood immediately blurred his right eye.
"Old lady!"
Cuilu and the maids finally came to their senses and hurried to help.
The once dignified old lady was seen curled up in a pool of blood with disheveled hair.
She pointed forward, trembling, "She's here, she's here to collect the debt."
But there is nothing.
In the direction the old lady pointed, there was only the scriptures that Qu Ling copied and offered every day.
Yunsong Hall was in chaos.
Someone came to Qu Ling in a panic, "Miss, go and take a look. The old lady fell badly and her head is bleeding."
It's dark now.
Qu Ling also took off her hairpins and rings. The bronze mirror outlined the corners of her lips slightly raised, "Do the Marquis and the Madam know?"
"Sister Cuilu has already asked someone to call someone." said the maid.
"That's good. I'll go right away." Qu Ling was not in a hurry and let the maid go first.
Guanqi came over and grinned, "It's karma, this is God punishing the wicked."
"Be careful with your words." Tingqin reminded her.
He curled his lips while watching the chess game, but the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed from rising, and his eyes were full of gloating.
Qu Ling smiled slightly.
Madam Mu’s things are indeed useful.
She slowly asked someone to take the cloak.
When I arrived at Yunsong Hall, the first thing I saw was Aunt Miao standing outside, standing on tiptoe, looking into the house.
"Why doesn't Auntie go in?" Qu Ling asked.
Aunt Miao lowered her head and bit her lip, a look of grievance still lingering between her brows, "The old lady kicked me out."
She fidgeted with the handkerchief in her hands.
Only then did Qu Ling notice that her skirt was wet and the brown medicine juice had soaked into her clothes.
"Grandma is injured and in a bad mood. Auntie, please don't take it to heart."
Aunt Miao had been holding back her tears for a long time, and they finally flowed down in response to Qu Ling's comfort.
“I’m not wronged…”
She said this in a tearful tone, but she couldn't stop crying, "I'm not wronged..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he had already shed half a basket of tears.
She hurriedly took a handkerchief to wipe it, but the more she wiped, the more it came.
"Why am I so angry with you?" Qu Ling handed over his handkerchief.
Aunt Miao didn't know what happened either, and sobbed as she described what happened when she first entered the room.
When the old lady saw her, she shrank into the quilt, shouting, "Get out, I'm not afraid of you, don't even think about taking me away."
Not only did they pour all the medicine on her, they also asked someone to go to Guoqing Temple to invite a master to subdue her.
Seeing that the old lady's words were getting more and more bizarre, the Marquis pulled Concubine Miao closer so that she could see more clearly, "This is the new concubine who came into the mansion. Mother, look carefully!"
The old lady seemed to be sober, but she went even further and had someone push her out and beat her to death.
"Maybe I'm not liked by the old lady..."
Aunt Miao was crying like a pear blossom in the rain.
Qu Ling looked at her face and said, "Don't come near the old lady in the future."
Aunt Miao felt even more aggrieved.
"Miss, you're here." Cuilu opened the curtain and came out. "The old lady was seriously injured. The Marquis was furious, but the lady didn't come."
As expected, Qu Qi roared, "Does she no longer want to be the wife of my Marquis? If so, why not harness the carriage and return to the Song family tonight?"
The maidservant kneeling before him was trembling like a sieve. She replied with a stiff upper lip, "The Madam is not feeling well and has gone to bed."
She stole a glance at the Marquis's sullen face and added, "Madam said that the power of the household lies in the hands of the old lady. Let the old lady make all the arrangements herself."
Qu Qin kicked her and said, "Since she wants to rest, let her rest as much as she wants."
He pointed sharply at Qu Ling who had just entered the room, "Pass the order down. From now on, the management of the Marquis' Mansion will be handed over to the eldest lady."
Qu Ling immediately stepped forward, "Father, please think twice."
She persuaded him softly, "Madam has been in charge of the household for many years. Now that Grandmother is ill, it is time for you to take charge."
Qu Xin stared at his well-behaved and sensible daughter, and suddenly found that she looked very much like Xu Zhaoyue.
"My daughter is young and inexperienced, and she hasn't been home for many years," Qu Ling said, pushing the hot potato away cleanly. "My wife was just impulsive. Father, you can just say a few soft words."
"If my daughter really takes over the reins of the family, outsiders will start to talk about it."
"Besides, I can't let my daughter organize her engagement party on her own in three days."
She sighed and said with embarrassment, "Grandmother has been seriously injured. Someone should be by my father's side. Madam should have come, but Concubine Miao..."
Her gaze seemed to fall on Cuilu.
"Go tell the lady to have a good rest. The old lady will naturally have Aunt Cui to share her worries." Qu Li said coldly.
Cuilu was surprised and happy, and looked at Qu Ling with gratitude.
"I will serve the old lady well."
"Congratulations, Aunt Cui," Qu Ling said, "From now on, you are just like Aunt Miao, but things are too chaotic right now to host a banquet for you."
Cuilu doesn't care about this at all.
"I am of humble origin and dare not compare myself to Concubine Miao."
Qu Xi didn't even glance at her, but just looked worriedly at the old lady who was sleeping restlessly on the bed.
"Why did you fall so hard?" he asked Cuilu.
Cuilu's heart skipped a beat. "He said he saw... the late Madam, and she was coming to take my life."
"How dare you!" Qu Xin's face changed drastically and he shouted.
Cuilu fell to the ground and dared not make another sound.
"Your grandmother is probably confused." Qu Xin sighed to Qu Ling.
Qu Ling hid the light in his eyes and added, "We still need to ask the imperial physician to take a good look."
She doesn't want the power to be the head of the Marquis' Mansion, she just wants the Marquis' Mansion to be reduced to ashes.
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