Rou Niang looked at Yang Qing, who was clutching his stomach and had collapsed to the ground, and shook her head repeatedly: "I don't know, I don't know, the things were all taken from the kitchen."
Yang Qing's expression darkened further: "Didn't you say you made them all yourself?"
Rou Niang avoided his gaze, not daring to look at him.
Yang Qing still had something he didn't understand: "Hahaha, good, very good."
"You bastards, not a single word of yours is true, you're all liars."
He stared fiercely at Rou Niang: "Tell me, what exactly did you put in there? And what is your purpose in coming to my side?"
"I didn't, I really didn't." Rou Niang cried, "I love you so much, how could I possibly hurt you?"
"Husband, you have to believe me, I really didn't." She looked at Yang Qing pleadingly.
"No, no, why do I have such a bad stomachache after drinking your chicken soup? Tell me, tell me—"
"I don't know, I really don't know. Maybe, maybe it was those cooks who did it. Yes, those cooks." A glimmer of hope appeared in Rou Niang's panicked eyes.
"They must have used me to harm you, really, my husband, you must go and investigate them, go quickly."
"I will investigate them myself." Yang Qing struggled to his feet and walked step by step toward Rou Niang.
"That's good, that's good." Rou Niang thought he had believed her, and she cried and laughed, wanting to throw herself into his arms.
"I knew it, I knew it, my husband loves me the most..."
But before she could finish saying those last few words, a sharp pain shot through her left side, near her heart.
She looked down and saw a dagger stuck in the ground.
But the hilt of the dagger was in the hands of the man she longed for most.
"Why?"
Rou Niang's eyes were filled with tears, her expression one of disbelief.
He said he loved her the most, and that he would be her rightful wife after she gave birth to their child.
Yang Qing pushed her to the ground and squatted down to look into her eyes.
"Rou Niang, you are indeed the woman I love most right now, but since you're the one who fed me the chicken soup, then the blame should fall on you."
"Anyway, you and your son have company, you're not lonely, what do you say?"
As he spoke, he pulled out a dagger and stabbed Rou Niang's slightly protruding abdomen until her eyes widened and she stopped breathing. Then, expressionless, he stood up and shouted outside, "Someone, call the doctor for me."
Loshi outside: "???!!!"
Saying 'I love you' while killing someone without batting an eye... I'm truly ashamed of myself.
"Yes, benefactor, let's go." Liu Chunhua's face was deathly pale, and her whole body was trembling.
She knew Yang Qing was ruthless and selfish, but she never expected that he would even harm an unborn baby.
Those were his own flesh and blood.
Luo Xi looked at Liu Chunhua, whose face was completely pale, and then at Yang Qing, who was curled up in pain inside the room, and nodded.
She has done what she needed to do, so whether she sees the final outcome or not doesn't really matter.
When they returned to the house where Luo Xi was staying, Liu Chunhua was still in a daze.
She sat blankly at the table, not saying a word, as if she had lost her soul.
Rose didn't comfort her.
Because she knew that she could only figure things out on her own, or get used to it after experiencing it a few more times.
No matter how much others say, it's sometimes useless.
Just then, Jiuxian climbed in through the window.
Without even glancing at Liu Chunhua, he walked straight up to Luo Xi and asked, "They'll be moving the stuff away tomorrow morning. When are we going to move it?"
They talk as if those things belong to their family.
Upon hearing Jiu Xian's deep male voice, Liu Chunhua was so startled that she stood up, no longer having time to be stunned: "Benefactor, he, he... isn't she a woman?"
She followed behind the deity and caught a glimpse of him from afar. She was immediately awestruck and knew she was absolutely right.
She's just a woman.
"Huh?" This question left Luo Xi speechless.
Is this a compliment to her makeup skills? Or a compliment to Jiu Xian's good looks?
"Hey, he's my friend Jiuxian, a real man. Isn't this the most convenient way to infiltrate the mountain stronghold?"
"A real man, a real man?" Liu Chunhua was embarrassed: "I'm sorry!"
Jiuxian remained silent for a long time, not even glancing at her, before turning to ask Luo Xi, "When are we going to move our things?"
Hearing him bring up serious matters, Luo Xi narrowed her eyes and said, "Let's go now."
After looting, we had to run away quickly to avoid being questioned by the people of Shenxianju after Yang Qing died, which would cause more trouble.
Jiuxian frowned: "I only found the granary."
It means that other things shouldn't be wasted.
Luo Xi asked curiously, "Weren't you always following that Yang Erlang? What? He only went to the granary?"
That shouldn't be the case. If everything is being transported away tomorrow morning, most people would check it all.
Jiuxian's eyes flickered slightly: "...People have to go to the bathroom sometimes, so I lost them."
As he finished speaking, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
“…” Luo Xi paused for a moment, realizing that such things were indeed unavoidable.
She thought for a moment, then took out a map from her spatial storage and handed it over.
Jiuxian didn't understand why, but he still accepted it.
"……map?"
He glanced at Rosie, then glanced at Rosie again.
"I searched Shenxianju three times over, three times!" he emphasized.
“But I don’t know where you are, so I can’t tell you about the map.” Rosie didn’t think she had done anything wrong: “I might as well wait for you here, and here you are.”
As for teaching Liu Chunhua how to take revenge, there's no need to tell him.
Jiuxian stared at her for a long time: "This is the last time."
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