“When a festering sore grows in the human heart, cutting it out directly will not only leave a scar and cause profuse bleeding, but if the sore struggles desperately and contaminates other places, it will only worsen the injury. It is better to let it rot from the root, dig its own grave, die in despair, and there will be no possibility of it ever becoming evil again.”
The atmosphere was silent.
Jiang Qingwan gently turned the teacup in her hand, and suddenly thought of the Qin family.
Isn't that just a malignant sore?
She dug it out, thinking she had cut it off completely, knowing that this malignant sore would surely kill her.
But the sewage polluted the surrounding area.
Lian'er, Li Dou, and now Mo Yunhan, all suffered as a result.
Zhu Huaijun held Lu Ning's hand to comfort him.
"Does your husband know about this?"
Lu Ning nodded.
"Don't laugh at me, sisters, but he only came to his senses after putting on the amulet. He locked himself in the bathtub, scrubbing himself until he was covered in blood. In the end, he had the servant bring him a knife, and almost..."
Mo Qingrui snorted coldly.
"He's pretty ruthless."
Lu Ning sighed softly.
"This concerns the Lu family, so I have to think things through carefully."
The others naturally understood the difficulty involved and did not ask any further questions.
Jiang Qingwan suddenly looked up at her.
"What if the sewage spreads?"
That question came out of nowhere.
Lu Ning's face suddenly stiffened, thinking there were still secrets about the family that she didn't know.
"Jiang Meizi... what do you mean?"
Jiang Qingwan composed herself.
I wasn't talking about you.
Lu Ning, quick-witted, recalled what had just happened outside the courtyard gate and immediately understood.
"Putting aside Jiang Meizi's presence, what is there for someone as noble as His Highness Prince Shan Jiu to fear from the Qin family?"
Jiang Qingwan's heart trembled slightly.
The dark clouds that had suddenly appeared before my eyes also dissipated in an instant.
This is what they mean by "the darkest place is under the lamp."
Concern leads to confusion.
"I was referring to my maids and servants. What does that have to do with the Ninth Prince?"
Lu Ning glanced at her reddened ear tips and couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.
"Yes, yes, sister, please forgive me for talking too much."
Everyone turned to look at her, their eyes full of mockery.
Jiang Qingwan felt a bit agitated.
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