Chapter 62 Is this right?
Song's first reaction was that she didn't think it was Qu Ling who did it.
"That old man is always causing trouble. Why didn't he throw her to death last time?"
She didn't panic, but calmly instructed Nanny Yan, "I'll take the people in the courtyard away. You stay here. While there's a fire and chaos in the mansion, tell your son to transport the things out."
What she was talking about was Xu Yu.
Nanny Yan agreed.
Song was neither hurried nor slow. She changed into some luxurious clothes and combed her hair again. When she walked into the courtyard, Qu Lianzhi followed her.
"Mom, how is Ah Heng?"
After Liu Xuan's death, Qu Xin completely lost his good attitude towards his daughter. Song had forcibly brought her back from the ancestral hall, and did not allow her to leave the room in order to protect her.
"It's okay. The imperial physician has seen it. If you take good care of yourself, you'll be fine." A gloomy look flashed across Song's eyes, but she had to force a smile. "Make good preparations for the Queen's birthday. I'll go see your grandmother."
Seeing Song's tired face, Qu Lianzhi felt very distressed and said inexplicably, "Let's go back to grandma's house and stay for a while."
Song was stunned for a moment, then shook her head. "You are still young, Lianzhi. When you get married, you will understand that a daughter who is married off is like spilled water."
"Will I also become the poured water?" Qu Lianzhi felt inexplicably sad.
Song didn't answer her, saying, "Go back. As long as you sit on the throne of queen, the whole world will bow down at your feet."
Qu Lianzhi nodded, with determination flashing in his eyes, but there was always a figure lingering in his heart.
She turned around and walked a few steps, then suddenly turned back and said, "Mom, why don't we go live in the farm."
"What power? Let them fight for it. There's nothing good about being a queen. My aunt isn't happy either. A noble lady like you, marrying into a prominent marquisate, won't you still suffer a lot?"
Is there no other choice besides taking care of the husband and children and serving the grandmother-in-law?
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Song scolded softly, "Don't let your imagination run wild."
Qu Lianzhi also knew that he was just daydreaming, so he bowed and left quickly as if he was running away.
As soon as Song stepped into the courtyard of Yunsong Hall, a teacup flew towards her.
She reacted quickly and took two steps back. The teacup shattered at her feet, and the tea still stained the hem of her skirt.
Looking up, I met the old lady's gloomy face.
"You can't even manage a household properly," the old lady, who had a long-standing grudge against her, cursed. "There was a fire in the Forest Garden, and it nearly burned Mingyue to death. Do you want me, an old man with white hair, to send your son away?"
"How did your Song family educate their daughters?"
Song's expression didn't even change. "Old Madam, if you want to know, why don't I ask the Empress to summon you to the palace and ask?"
She snorted coldly, "I didn't start the fire, I'm afraid it's just the thief crying 'stop thief'."
The old lady clutched her chest in pain, gasping for breath, "Rebellion, rebellion, Marquis, listen to what she said, could it be that the Marquis's family is really surnamed Song?"
Qu Xin sat aside, his eyes dark and blue. This day had exhausted his patience.
He was exhausted. "Sister, you should live with mother from now on. This will help avoid any more trouble."
Song sneered, "You can live wherever you want. There's no need to call me over to tell you."
She turned around to leave, but Qu Mingyue, who had been silent all this time, suddenly moved.
"Give me back my son's life." His ten fingers were like hooks, grabbing towards Song's face.
Song was caught off guard and her cheek was scratched and bleeding.
He stumbled and bumped into the coffee table, and the teapot and cups shattered to the ground.
The old lady did not ask anyone to stop her, but watched coldly as Qu Mingyue pulled Song's hair apart.
There was impatience on Qu Xi's face, but he did not stop him.
"Hurry up and pull them apart. Are they all dead?" Qu Ling spoke up. The maids then reacted and hurriedly tried to pull Qu Mingyue apart.
Song had had enough today. Seeing the candlestick not far away, she suddenly kicked it over, fell to the ground, and set the curtains on fire, causing chaos in the room.
Qu Mingyue was held by two old women, but she still struggled unwillingly.
She stared at Song and smiled sinisterly, "You must hide Qu Lianzhi well."
The voice was soft, yet chilling, "I'll send her to see my son sooner or later."
Seeing that she was indeed not behaving properly, the old lady coughed and said, "Okay Mingyue, it's over."
Song's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.
She said nothing and walked out of Yunsong Courtyard in embarrassment.
The wound on my face hurts a little
It shouldn't be like this, she thought.
The night wind made her shiver, and the image of Xu Yu's tragic death flashed through her mind.
If you can kill one, you can kill the second.
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Late at night, Chi Yuan was reviewing files in the Dali Temple when he suddenly heard two soft sounds outside the window.
He frowned and pushed open the carved wooden window. A feather arrow with a letter nailed to it fell on the window.
"There's a corpse buried in the forest ten miles outside the city."
The sloppy handwriting was strange.
Chi Yuan stroked the letter paper with his fingertips, the ink was not yet dry.
"Prepare the horses, call the men on night watch, and go outside the city."
The moonlight was pale, and two dark figures were waving shovels.
Amidst the muffled sound of flying soil, a faint conversation could be heard.
"Who would have thought there was a man hiding in the Marquis's room?" the short man said with a lewd smile, "She's truly the daughter of the Song family..."
"Stop talking nonsense." The slightly taller man was Nanny Yan's son. He looked around vigilantly and worked hard.
"It's a pity that his face was scratched. I don't know who it was," the short man continued, "but he has delicate skin and tender flesh. Madam is very lucky."
"Who cares who he is," he dug the shovel into the soil, "Anyway..."
"What?" A cold voice suddenly sounded from behind.
The two men turned around in horror and saw more than ten torches lit up like will-o'-the-wisp, reflecting a stern face.
Chi Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, the cold light in his eyes colder than the moonlight.
Their legs went weak and they fell to the ground.
Chi Yuan signaled the officers to tie up the man, and he squatted down to check the body that had just been half buried.
Even though his face was bloody and mangled by the sharp blade, he still recognized it.
There are not many families with titles in the capital. Even if the Dongyang Earl's Mansion has declined, it is still an earl's mansion.
"Go notify the Dongyang Marquis' Mansion and ask them to come and identify the person." Chi Yuan's voice was slightly cold.
His subordinates said, "I heard that there was a commotion at the gate of the Dingxiang Marquis' Mansion today. Could it be related to the Marquis' Mansion?"
Chi Yuan cast his gaze towards the two pale-faced servants, "Are you from the Dingxiang Marquis' Mansion?"
The two were caught red-handed. Knowing they couldn't escape, they thought it would be better to suffer less, so they vomited out everything.
"The man was killed by my wife."
"My mother was serving the Madam. She asked us to take advantage of the chaos in the Marquis's Mansion to bury the person."
Chi Yuan tightened his fingers slightly, "What happened in the Marquis' Mansion?"
"The yard where our great aunt lives is on fire."
So that's how it is.
Chi Yuan felt relieved.
"Take him back and interrogate him thoroughly."
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