Chapter 129: Shooting Yourself in the Foot
As soon as he returned to Beijing, all the previous matters came to an end, and Su Tan no longer had the time to pay attention to the matter of the real and fake princess.
Anyway, Lu Ling is already dead.
No one cared about her death, and it seemed that only Marquis Xinling cried for her.
However, there were also rumors that the Xinglin Marquisate was already preparing to marry a new bride, and Emperor Qinglong also knew about this, but even the emperor himself chose to turn a blind eye, so others had no way to criticize him.
None of this has anything to do with Su Tan.
She was riding in a carriage. When the carriage slowly passed the general's mansion, the wind blew up the curtains of the carriage. Su Tan was caught off guard and saw that the plaque of the general's mansion was covered with a thick layer of black air.
Su Tan was startled for a moment.
When she returned to Beijing, there was only a bluish-gray color lingering above the general's mansion.
It has only been a short time, but it is already shrouded in black air.
She counted on her fingers and a hint of surprise flashed across her eyes, as if she had not expected things to progress so quickly.
Old Madam Song was paralyzed.
Not only paralyzed.
Almost dying.
I'm afraid this mean and vicious old lady won't survive this winter.
Su Tan casually fiddled with the tassel around her waist, which was given to her by Sui Sui.
She slowly raised the corners of her lips. This ear of corn is so beautiful.
As for the fact that Old Madam Song was dying...
What does it have to do with Su Tan?
There are so many people in the world, and if every one of them is about to die, if every one of them is about to die, she will go and ask about it.
Then she doesn't need to practice anymore and can just join the funeral industry.
Rumors were rife in the capital, and the accusations against Old Madam Song did not stop even after she became paralyzed.
When Song Tingchen returned to Beijing, the first news he heard was the world's curse on his mother.
The second piece of news was that his mother had become paralyzed.
Song Tingchen's eyes were cold, and there was deep confusion in them. In the past, when he went on the expedition, Old Madam Song's health was getting better and better.
Why did she become paralyzed this time?
Song Tingchen quickened his pace and quickly came to Old Madam Song's warm room. As soon as he entered, he frowned because of the foul smell in the warm room.
After Old Madam Song passed away, she naturally could not take care of herself. If she wanted to go to the bathroom, she needed someone to serve her all the time.
But now, her bedding was filled with an unpleasant smell of urine, and she looked very messy, with her hair sticky and greasy and stuck to the pillowcase. When Song Tingchen got closer, he found that her quilt was wet.
“Huh!”
“Huh!”
Old Madam Song finally saw her son. Tears of regret flowed from her cloudy and lifeless eyes. She reached out and grabbed Song Tingchen's clothes tightly.
“Woo woo woo!”
Old Madam Song was in tears and wanted to say something, but apart from making hoarse sounds, she could only make sobbing and wailing sounds.
Her eyes were crooked and her mouth was slanted. If she moved slightly, a foul smell would penetrate people's noses.
Old Madam Song kept pulling at Song Tingchen's clothes, "Ah!"
Divorce Liu Qingyin!
Divorce that vicious woman!
It was Liu Qingyin who made her like this!
It was Liu Qingyin who made her like this!
Unfortunately, no matter how she shook Song Tingchen's clothes, Song Tingchen just exuded countless coldness from his body, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her was very puzzled.
Song Tingchen had no idea what Old Madam Song was going to do.
But Old Madam Song was a person who valued dignity so much, and now she was being tortured like this without any dignity, and her body was covered with bedsores. Song Tingchen certainly would not turn a blind eye to it.
All the servants in Old Madam Song's yard were punished with twenty lashes of the cane.
But since his mother was like this, he couldn't just punish a few servants and be done with it.
Before he left, he gave Liu Qingyin many instructions and told her to take good care of Old Madam Song.
But now that he is back, Mrs. Song is in this state. She should give him an explanation.
Song Tingchen walked into Tingfeng Pavilion with a chill in his air.
But I smelled a strong smell of medicine.
He frowned, but the servants of Tingfeng Pavilion stopped him and refused to let him in.
But he is the General Zhenbei after all. Once he wants to force his way in, no one can stop him.
When Song Tingchen walked in, he found that Liu Qingyin was lying weakly on the couch with a thick towel on her forehead. Seeing him coming, she coughed weakly a few times, barely supporting her body and trying to sit up.
But he almost fell off the couch.
Song Tingchen frowned and subconsciously reached out to support her.
His eyes turned cold. Seeing that Liu Qingyin was seriously ill, he couldn't get angry at the moment. He just asked in a cold voice, "What's going on?"
Liu Qingyin had already prepared for Song Tingchen to come and hold her accountable.
In fact, when she arranged everything, she already knew that Song Tingchen would definitely find fault with her when he came back.
But she has done it, so she won't regret it.
And she had thought of a way to deal with it from the beginning.
She coughed several times, her voice weak and floating, and there was a thick bluish-gray color under her eyelids.
"Brother Tingchen..."
"It's my fault. I didn't take good care of my mother..."
She spoke intermittently about how Old Madam Song went out to play cards and how she had an accident on the way to play cards.
"I...I reported it to the police, but those guys were just hooligans. They fled long ago after the incident. To this day, no trace of them has been found."
She had indeed done it.
If Song Tingchen was in the capital.
She really didn't dare to be so blatant.
At least she didn't dare to turn Old Madam Song into a cripple so quickly.
But who asked Song Tingchen to go to Lanzhou on the emperor's order?
The mountains are high and the emperor is far away. How long has it taken to go back and forth?
Even if Song Tingchen wanted to investigate the matter again, it would be in vain and he would find nothing.
After all, that group of people had long since left the capital to live a good life.
Song Tingchen's brows furrowed even deeper. "If you can't contact me, why don't you go find my colleagues?"
Song Tingchen also knew that sometimes it was useless to just report to the authorities, and he also needed to smooth over some relationships and insert some money.
If Liu Qingyin had just reported the matter to the authorities, they would have naturally just followed normal procedures. By then, the group would have already run away to who knows where.
Liu Qingyin's face turned pale, a trace of confusion flashed across her eyes, and there was even a hint of grievance. She bit her lip and said, "So I can find your colleagues?"
"I...I don't know."
"Brother Tingchen, I'm sorry. No one taught me these things since I was a child. I... I don't understand anything."
"Ever since I came home, my mother has been telling me that Sister Su Tan, as a woman, always showed up in public and did things that only men did, and she told me not to follow her example."
"I... I'm married to you, so I'm a woman. I'm a married woman. How can I... How can I go and see your colleagues at will?"
As she spoke, she seemed a little anxious and coughed several times, almost coughing up blood.
"If this gets known, I'm afraid I won't be able to clear myself even if I jump into the Yellow River. I'm sorry, Brother Tingchen, I don't understand anything. I just acted according to what mother said before. I... did I... did I cause you any trouble?"
She stared at Song Tingchen blankly, her beautiful eyes full of innocence and helplessness.
Yeah, she doesn't understand anything.
She is soft-hearted and naive.
But I have no one to rely on.
Isn’t it because of this that Old Madam Song asked Song Tingchen to marry her?
So now, she, who knew nothing, naturally would not understand that even if she reported to the police, she still needed to pay some money.
She just listened to Madam Song.
Mrs. Song wouldn't do anything she didn't like.
Is she wrong?
She did nothing wrong!
Song Tingchen's heart sank. Seeing her confused look, all the words he wanted to say were stuck in his chest.
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