The master would never ask her such a question. If he asked her suddenly, there must be a reason.
Han Ying met the man's cloudy eyes. It seemed that he could not see anything clearly, but it also seemed that he was completely seen through. He immediately knelt on one knee with a guilty conscience:
"I don't know what mistake I made, please let me know!"
Zong Zhengchen lowered his eyes and looked at her indifferently.
More than ten years ago, they grew up together, lived and died together, shared hardships, were master and servant, and were also family members; if one day, the person closest to them stabbed them in the back...
"Once Xiao Zhihua made a mistake, I gave her a chance. Today, I will give you one too."
After the quiet voice fell, the man supported himself on the pillar, took heavy steps, and staggered towards the study.
"master……"
The first time Xiao Zhihua made a mistake, she was forgiven because she swore an oath in front of the tablets of Xiao family ancestors; the second time, she boldly kidnapped Qin Ye and was killed by her master with a sword.
She knew her master's temper very well. If she made a mistake again, she would have the same fate as Xiao Zhihua.
This cold-blooded man is a man of his word, and he is clear about rewards and punishments. No matter if they are close relatives or anyone else, anyone who crosses his bottom line will be killed.
But it was this devoted man who threw his whole heart into Qin Ye, and from then on all the flowers lost their color.
"sister!"
At this time, Han Feng rushed in from outside, "Sister, why are you kneeling down? Did you make the master unhappy?"
Han Ying calmed down, hid his emotions, raised his head, and asked calmly:
"Where have you been with the Master?"
"It's the Dingguo Marquis' Mansion," Han Feng said, "I heard from the housekeeper that the eldest princess had given birth to a child. When I saw that the princess had also gone there, I quickly told the master the news. The eldest princess gave birth to a daughter, and the princess is still there..."
He talked babble on and on.
Han Ying could no longer hear what was said afterwards, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
The master suddenly got angry because she knew that the eldest princess had given birth to a child but did not report it to him.
This matter can be big or small, it doesn't matter.
She also thought that her master knew that she had framed Wu Nu and deliberately added saffron to the medicine in order to harm the princess's unborn child...
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In the remote areas of the imperial capital, there are houses of ordinary people, with alleys interspersed and low houses closely adjacent to each other. Women are cooking, men are chopping wood, and children are running around...scenes of human life are being performed.
End of the alley.
A house with the door closed, very quiet.
Yun Ying glanced at the sign hanging on the door, then raised her eyes to scan the miscellaneous items in the small courtyard. Is this the home of the female doctor?
The female doctor is dead. She was bribed and the bribe must be hidden in her home.
After finding the valuables and carefully checking, it is not difficult to find out the real culprit who bribed her and wanted to frame the princess.
After thinking about it, she stepped forward and was about to knock on the door when it was opened from the inside.
Immediately, a tall and solemn figure came into view, and that angular face was so familiar!
It's him!
Jing Yi!
Jing Yi glanced at her coldly and sneered: "With this kind of efficiency, how can you serve the young lady well?"
Yun Ying's expression suddenly changed.
It turned out that he was also investigating the matter of the female doctor.
He did not go to the Marquis Dingguo's Mansion, but he knew everything about the mansion and found the female doctor's home before her.
She pursed her lips.
Well, even if her abilities are weak, she won’t stay where she is forever; sooner or later she will make progress and grow.
Yun Ying lowered her head, not wanting to talk to him, and walked around him, wanting to go in.
As they passed by, the man's cold voice sounded again:
"No need to go."
Everything she wanted was in his hands.