But Da Meng just trembled, kept his mouth shut, and refused to say a single word.
"Mother, don't force me, I don't know, I don't know." Da Meng felt a throbbing pain in his head, and he covered both sides of his head.
Seeing that he seemed to have suffered a severe mental blow, everyone had a bad feeling.
Just then, Butler Chai announced from outside the door, "Miss Du has arrived."
Grandma Qiao sighed, "Now is not the right time. Let Miss Du go back and come again tomorrow."
Just as Butler Chai was about to go back to relay the message, he turned around and saw Du Qinglan behind him.
Du Qinglan was dressed in plain clothes and had no makeup on her face. Perhaps because of this, her face was completely bloodless, and every step she took seemed to require all her strength.
“Miss Du, Madam Qiao said that it might be inconvenient today—” Butler Chai realized that Du Qinglan didn’t seem to listen to him at all, and considering that she came often, he didn’t try to stop her further.
The atmosphere in the main hall of the Qiao family was extremely heavy, as if the air had stopped moving, making people feel uneasy.
The first thing Du Qinglan saw was Da Meng lying on the chair. His face was ashen, his eyes were closed, and there was a trace of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth.
Mrs. Lü stood anxiously by his side, trying to soothe him.
“My son, I misunderstood you at first. I didn’t mean it. Don’t take it to heart, okay?”
"If you don't want to say who that person is, then don't say for now. Go and rest."
Grandma Qiao said to Du Qinglan, "Qinglan, there's been a bit of a problem at home, but we're working on it. You can go to the warm pavilion and wait there. Just let the servants know if you need anything."
Even at this moment, Grandma Qiao still spoke with great concern.
Having lived for decades, how could he not see that Du Qinglan's condition was not good? But right now, the Qiao family was preoccupied with their own problems and had some thorny issues to resolve.
Du Qinglan had been keeping her head down, but now that she had raised it, everyone noticed that her eyes were bloodshot, which was quite frightening.
"Qinglan, what's wrong with you?" Madam Lü asked quickly.
She was heartbroken. Her son was like this, and her soon-to-be daughter-in-law was described in such a way. She wondered what had happened to her.
Du Qinglan knelt down, her knees seemingly unsupported, making a crisp sound as she slumped to the ground.
This action startled the Qiao family.
"Qinglan, what are you doing? Get up quickly, have you hurt your knee?" Pei Qingrong went over to help her up.
But Du Qinglan remained unmoved, a sorrowful smile playing on her lips.
"I am a sinner, and it would not matter if I died a thousand or ten thousand times."
“I am willing to become a pebble in the Qiao family courtyard, so that you may trample on it day and night to atone for your sins.”
Seeing how harsh her words were, the Qiao family members looked at each other in bewilderment.
“This child, what's with this sudden outburst? Are you out of your mind? Get up right now.” Old Man Qiao also adopted a stern tone.
"I cannot get up, because the person you are looking for is me."
“I took those words from the love letters that Brother Da Meng wrote to me and put them together to form a letter of treason and collusion with the enemy.”
Her words were like a thunderclap, exploding over the Qiao family, and even more like a sharp sword, piercing their hearts.
Old Mrs. Qiao, supporting herself on the chair, stood up shakily, her words hoarse and broken: "It's you, it was actually you! Why did you do this? Has our Qiao family ever wronged you?"
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