006. Clues
Bang--
The exquisite teacup was thrown to the ground and shattered. In the main house of the Qing residence, Qing Congnan was sitting in the main seat in the lobby, his chest heaving violently with anger.
Below it sat Qing Conglan and his wife from the second house, Chen Qiuxin and Qing Wenze, the eldest son of the first house, stood in the hall, while Qing Ling sat on the other side with Qing Wenxu, the second son of the first house.
Qing Congnan pointed at Chen Qiuxin and said angrily: "How dare you! Xiu'er's body is still warm, you, her biological mother! You, the mistress of the house! What the hell have you done?! Huh?!"
"Dad!" Qing Wen Ze frowned, "My younger sister's matter is strange. Mom is just anxious. She is not trying to embarrass him... or my third brother."
Qingling remained calm, but he could tell that the call of "third brother" was reluctant.
Chen Qiuxin lost her previous arrogance and wiped her tears and said, "Master, it is precisely because Xiu'er's body is still warm. She is my own daughter. She looks like..."
"shut up!"
"Sister-in-law!"
The brothers Qing Congnan and Qing Conglan shouted one after another to stop them.
Qingling discovered a clue from the expressions of these two people. They both seemed to be afraid of something, and even revealed very similar expressions of fear. Even the second wife Qiu Yunrou's face became unnatural.
So how did Qing Yuxiu die?
Could it be that he was also strangled to death by white silk like Butler Liu and the others?
Chen Qiu's heart was also choked on the spot, she just sobbed and didn't say anything else, but when she noticed Qing Ling's probing eyes, her expression immediately turned resentful, which made Qing Ling sneer in his heart, and he looked back coldly.
Your daughter's death has nothing to do with me.
Qing Congnan scolded Chen Qiuxin a few more times, then told her to go back to the yard to reflect on herself. He also instructed Qing Wenzhe to take good care of Qing Yuxiu's funeral and hold the funeral tomorrow morning.
Qing Ling thought to himself that this was too hasty. Although he didn't know whether Qing Yuxiu died in the first or second half of the night, if the funeral was to be held tomorrow morning, the body would definitely not have been kept for less than three days. It was too hasty.
Moreover, the expressions of several older generations were strange just now, but the younger generations Qing Wen Ze and Qing Wen Xu did not show any reaction. It seems that the younger generations are unaware of the inside story.
Qing Ling felt that Qing Yuxiu's death could not be blamed on him, but Chang Heng's prophecy was still ringing in his ears. He seemed to have a great resentment towards himself and the entire Qing family. What was the reason for the hatred and malice in the evil ghost's eyes?
Ancient tombs, Qing family, marriage, there must be some connection between them.
"Ling'er." Qing Congnan and the others left, leaving Qing Ling alone. He sighed, "Today, you have been wronged. Your mother also had her reasons. After all, it is the pain of losing a daughter. Please don't be offended."
Qing Ling was not a person who would repay evil with kindness. Although according to the rules he had to call the mistress mother, he did not respond to the conversation. Instead, he asked, "How did Qing Yuxiu die? Why did she insist that it was related to me?"
"Alas... this matter..." Qing Congnan's face became unnatural, and he forced a smile, and then spoke with a hint of meaning, "Yuxiu's death was indeed strange. Ling'er, Dad told you yesterday that you were born on a bad day and time. The eight characters and ten gods in your fate are all yin, and you tend to attract dirty things to covet you. That's why your mother died..."
Having said this, Qing Congnan paused, his face full of helplessness and heartache.
Qingling looked at him quietly.
Seeing that Qing Ling remained silent, Qing Congnan's expression became a little tense, and he continued, "Now that your sister has followed in Qiao Lian's footsteps, I'm afraid that our family will have trouble finding peace in the future, but Dad really can't bear to send you back to the mountain... Ling'er, now that you've married the man in the tomb in the mountain, why don't you ask him to help us avoid further disasters in our family!"
So this was the purpose. Qingling was not surprised and even felt that it was as expected.
"Qiao Lian." Qing Ling read the name and asked, "Is it my mother?"
Qing Congnan was stunned, his expression changed again, and finally he nodded.
Qing Ling has lived for all these years without even knowing whether his own mother is dead or alive, or what her name is. Whenever it was mentioned in the past, Yu Bo always avoided the topic, and A Yuan was completely clueless.
Yesterday, Qing Congnan was also very secretive about his mother. When Qingling asked about his mother, Qing Congnan avoided the question. It was not until today that he found out the woman's name.
"Then how did she die?" Qing Ling asked.
Qing Congnan hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your mother...died a bad death, don't ask any more questions."
Qing Ling had a blank expression on his face. "So Qing Yuxiu died in the same way as she did. They were killed by the same evil spirit, right?"
Qing Congnan was really not very good at concealing his thoughts. At least Qingling could sense from his brief hesitation that this guy wanted to make up a lie again. It was just a yes or no, so why bother thinking about it?
"That's right." Qing Congnan said at last, and urged: "Ling'er, if the person next to you is willing to help..."
"He doesn't want to." Qing Ling didn't want to listen to Qing Congnan anymore, so he stood up and made an excuse that he was not feeling well and wanted to go back to rest.
Chang Heng said last night that someone would die. It was simply a fantasy to expect him to save people. Besides—
Qing Ling sneered. Why should he ask that evil spirit for help for the Qing family?
Qing Congnan sat there, gritted his teeth, and finally slammed the table hard with his palm. However, his angry and gloomy face also had an extremely frightened look, which was very complicated.
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Qing Ling remembered the way back to the courtyard after walking there once, and two maids were waiting outside, ready to go back with him.
Halfway through the journey, he was stopped by Qing Wen Ze, whom he had just met.
"Is there something?" Qingling could feel the young master's undisguised hostility, so his tone was very perfunctory.
"Don't think that just because daddy brought you back, you can rest easy in the Qing Mansion. Being a young master is not that easy." Qing Wen Ze said coldly, "You'd better have nothing to do with my sister's death, otherwise I will make you pay the price!"
After saying that, he glared at Qingling fiercely, then turned and left.
Qing Ling, standing in place, felt that the entire Qing family was quite outrageous.
There is illness.
There's something wrong with your brain.
Fu'er and An'er behind Qing Ling looked at each other. If the master's life is not easy, the servants' life will be difficult too. Finally, Fu'er stepped forward and whispered, "Third Young Master, the eldest young master has been helping the master to manage the shop in the mansion. I'm afraid he will take over the Qing family business in the future. Also, the income and expenditure accounts of our house are in the hands of the eldest lady. The monthly allowance must be processed by the eldest lady. If...if they intend to make things difficult in the future, life in our courtyard will definitely be difficult."
"Yeah." Qingling responded casually.
Anyway, things have come to this point, and the enmity is inevitable. There is no point in thinking too much.
What’s more…
"Perhaps they will die tomorrow."
Qing Ling's tone was nonchalant, and when the two maids behind him heard this, their faces froze at the same time.
How can you just die like that?
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