"Master..." Madam Chen didn't notice anything amiss and called out in a seductive voice, secretly planning to get pregnant this time. If she really gave birth to a son, she would finally be able to hold her head high, and that old hag Rong would be no match for her.
Rong Shiqing pressed the sharp shards of porcelain into his palm; the sharp pain brought him back some of his reason and strength.
As Chen reached into his clothes, he suddenly grabbed a shard of porcelain and swiftly slashed at her neck.
A sharp pain suddenly shot through her. Chen's hand was still inside Rong Shiqing's clothes. She stared wide-eyed, not yet having reacted.
In order to get closer to Rong Shiqing, she specially moved back to the capital from the suburbs. Before he stepped into the house, she lit incense in the incense burner, hoping to be with him smoothly and have a son or daughter. Then, even if Madam Rong disliked her, she would accept her again for the sake of the child.
She had planned everything perfectly, but she never imagined that death would be what awaited her.
"Bang!"
She didn't utter another word, collapsing straight to the ground behind her. Bright red blood immediately spread across the ground, her eyes wide open, staring intently.
Rong Shiqing threw away the broken porcelain, grabbed the chair next to him, and stood up unsteadily. Looking at Chen Shi lying in a pool of blood, he curled his lips and said sarcastically, "I can tolerate a Lan Shi, but what makes you think I can tolerate you? You overestimate yourself!"
A servant heard the commotion and rushed in. When he saw Chen lying motionless in a pool of blood, he screamed in terror.
Rong Shiqing said coldly and sternly, "If you want to live in peace, shut your mouths."
He didn't take the Chen family seriously, but he had still killed someone, and if this matter got out, it would be a real problem.
The servants here were originally from the Rong family. Upon hearing this, they immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.
"Remember, Chen died of illness." Seeing that he had intimidated them, Rong Shiqing added.
"I understand," the servant said in a trembling voice. She found a mat, went inside, and rolled Chen Shi up and took her out.
Rong Shiqing sat in his chair, coldly watching Chen Shi being dragged away and buried, his heart as calm as still water.
After so many years of marriage, he couldn't say he had no feelings for Chen. On the contrary, over the years, Chen had been very obedient and considerate to him, which somewhat made up for the shortcomings that Lan had brought him. Therefore, in the eyes of outsiders, he was willing to give her some face. However, this woman had been keeping a lover behind his back and had broken her promise to him. Today, she had tricked him into coming here and even drugged him with aphrodisiac.
He wasn't some greenhorn; he naturally knew the effects of that sleeping potion.
Chen actually attempted to force herself on him with her filthy body...
Who does she think she is? She even wants to compare herself to the Lan family. She's simply overestimating herself.
Disgust flashed in Rong Shiqing's eyes.
At that moment, a piercing pain shot through his palm, reminding him that he had just cut his palm with a piece of broken porcelain in order to stay awake.
He looked down at his cut palm, then finally got up and left the house.
...
It had been snowing for the past few days. At first, Rong Qingqing was very excited. Every day she would run to the yard to play in the snow, build snowmen and have snowball fights with the maids around her, playing games that she had always longed to do as a child but never had the chance to.
But the heavy snow that had been falling for days kept her from going anywhere. Once her initial enthusiasm wore off, she became listless and stayed indoors, refusing to go anywhere else.
That day, Manager Liu came to Prince Su's mansion to report on the shop's business to Rong Qingqing.
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