Chapter 312 You must save yourself!
The eavesdropping maid ran all the way back to Zheng Huiyin's boudoir, and fell to the ground at her mistress's feet, rolling and crawling.
The little face was as pale as paper and the lips were trembling badly.
Unable to utter even a complete sentence, only big tears and frightened sobs came out.
Zheng Huiyin was already upset because her name was not on the list. Seeing her personal maid behave so out of control, the string in her heart broke with a snap.
She forced herself to remain calm, dismissed the other servants, and pulled up the trembling maid.
Her voice was so sharp that she herself didn't even notice it: "Why are you panicking? Tell me, what news did you hear?"
The maid burst into tears and told the intermittent stories she had overheard outside the study.
"Marrying a scholar?"
"Splitting the family and abandoning the title?"
"Ask the Cui family for help?"
Every word was like an icicle, piercing Zheng Huiyin's heart.
She murmured repeatedly, and the last trace of blood on her pretty face faded away, leaving only a dead despair.
Those eyes that always held the pride of a noble lady were now empty and out of focus.
Shame, fear and a cold feeling wrapped around her heart like countless poisonous snakes.
The maid looked at her pale face and was so scared that she could only cry: "Miss...what should we do..."
what to do?
These three words were like thunder, exploding in Zheng Huiyin's chaotic mind!
No, she couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
She must not fall to the point of marrying a lowly and poor man. She does not want to become a victim of protecting the Duke's Mansion!
The Duke's Mansion, grandfather, mother, they have such cruel hearts, father... Zheng Huiyin's eyes were full of mystery.
If he really had such a decision, why would he need to discuss it with his mother?
It seems like everything is decided by the mother, who knows... it's just a test.
An unprecedented fear mixed with anger rose up, and then turned into a strong desire to survive.
Such a huge Duke's Mansion, no one can be trusted now.
Save herself, she must save herself!
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Qin Wenyuan, the Shaofujian, who had just left the court, walked into the duty room of his own office.
He dismissed his attendants and slumped down in the large rosewood official hat chair.
Facing the table full of documents, his eyes were empty and he was lost in thought.
I tossed and turned last night and rushed into the study before dawn this morning.
But the memorial that he had written all night was still lying there neatly, exactly in the same place as when he left last night.
So... he was overthinking it?
After the people from Jiumen got the camphor, they had already moved away and no one was caught?
A trace of relief after surviving the disaster was like a faint flame, flickering in my heart, but it was suppressed by deeper doubts.
Even so, as long as the leaders of the Nine Gates are still under control, it is only a matter of time before the truth is revealed.
Should he take the initiative to report it? But if the people from the Nine Gates didn't confess, he would confess without being asked...
It was like being suspended over a bottomless abyss, with only a shaky thread under his feet. Qin Wenyuan's mind was repeatedly pulled by that trace of luck.
Every drop of water dripping from the copper kettle in the duty room was like a heavy hammer hitting his tense nerves.
He was restless and felt that every day was a year.
At early noon, the old housekeeper of the mansion walked in hurriedly, carrying a food box.
"Master, I'll bring you some freshly made snacks from the mansion."
The butler said respectfully, but his eyes quickly glanced at the closed doors and windows.
Qin Wenyuan's heart sank suddenly!
Although the lunch provided by the Shaofujian Yamen was not a delicacy, it was fine.
He has never been picky, and his family has no habit of sending meals specially. This food box means that there is an important matter that must be reported in person.
Qin Wenyuan forced himself to remain calm, waved away the official standing at the door, and personally lowered the bolt.
As soon as I turned around, the butler quickly came close to me, speaking in a very low voice.
"Master, the leader of the Nine Gates, the God of Wealth... is dead!"
Bang!
The lid of the food box that Qin Wenyuan had just taken fell down and hit the blue brick floor heavily.
His body shook violently, and he staggered and held onto the corner of the table to barely stand. His face instantly turned pale as earth, and his voice became hoarse and out of tune.
"Where did you get this information? Is it true?"
"It's absolutely true!" the butler said urgently.
According to the master's order, their family did not dare to send anyone to keep an eye on Chengyuan anymore, but it was not surprising to spend money to buy some information from the black market.
In the past, many powerful people used to have fun in Chengyuan, but they were suddenly destroyed by other gangs. For various reasons, many people were watching them.
Just now, the old housekeeper's people spent a lot of money to get a piece of information:
In the early morning, a body was carried out from the back door of Chengyuan on a stretcher covered with white cloth.
The figure, clothing, and the corner of the white cloth that was lifted confirmed that it was the head of the God of Wealth, the leader of the Nine Gates.
Qin Wenyuan slumped back into his chair, his strength seemingly drained away in an instant, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness.
Chengyuan is an important stronghold secretly supported by the four major families.
Those who are not strong enough don’t know this at all, and who among those who are strong enough dares to destroy it?
Who else could it be except His Majesty who holds the world in his hands while sitting on the dragon throne?
Now that the God of Wealth's skull is dead or alive, it means that he has obtained all the information.
The reason they didn't touch him was that the Second Princess Shuofeng had come to the capital, and it would be embarrassing to start a war at this time.
Secondly... perhaps the crime he committed was not related to the overall situation, so the reckoning would have to be put on the back burner.
Qin Wenyuan's eyes went dark and his ears were buzzing, as if he heard the sound of chains dragging on the ground.
No, we can't just sit there and wait for death, we must save ourselves!
At this moment, he was extremely glad that he had acted decisively and risked entering the death row to obtain a piece of information.
Dong Chengyuan is enough to prove His Majesty's attitude. The sooner this information is submitted, the greater its value.
"quick!"
Qin Wenyuan stood up suddenly, but staggered and almost fell.
The old housekeeper hurried forward to support him, but was interrupted by him waving his hand.
"Don't worry about me. Return home immediately, take the memorial on the desk, and meet me at Fengge Terrace."
"yes!"
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In the main hall of Qinghui Palace, there is a large rosewood Eight Immortals table inlaid with mother-of-pearl next to the window.
The hall was filled with the elegant scent of storax, the carved window lattices were half open, and the cool air of early autumn quietly flowed in with the sweet fragrance of osmanthus in the courtyard.
At this moment, the table was filled with a wide variety of imperial meals.
The crystal clear crab meat dumplings are served in a jasper lotus leaf cup.
The golden and crispy roast duck slices are as thin as cicada wings.
A steaming hot, milky white soup with ham, bamboo shoots and old duck is fragrant.
The seasonal okra is fried until it is green and tender, and the steamed sea bass is snow-white.
There are also several exquisite side dishes: rouge goose breast, pickled duck stomach, candied lotus root slices, and honey-glazed fire squares, arranged in a staggered manner.
The main course is soft green rice and a small basket of crab roe soup dumplings.
The dessert is a custard made from freshly picked osmanthus flowers, garnished with a few bright red wolfberries.
Every dish is delicious and the presentation is elegant and sophisticated, fully demonstrating the ingenuity of the imperial chef.
Qin Zhaoyue was sitting at the table, enjoying the dish of crab soup dumplings and roast duck.
Although his eating manners were not rough, he definitely ate with relish, and his whole body exuded a sense of satisfaction that "it was really delicious".
In comparison, the young Seventh Prince, Eighth Prince and Ninth Princess seemed to have little interest.
The Seventh Prince listlessly stirred the cheese in the bowl with a silver spoon, the Eighth Prince poked at the okra on the plate, and the Ninth Princess ate lotus root slices in small bites. It was obvious that they did not find these imperial meals commonly prepared in the palace very novel.
The others are the third princess Qin Zhaowan and the fourth princess Qin Zhaoshu.
Qin Zhaowan's brows were locked with a hint of worry, while Qin Zhaoshu lowered his eyes, seemingly concentrating on sipping the soup, but the fingertips holding the spoon were slightly pale, revealing his inner uneasiness.
She hid her emotions even more deeply than her third sister, and they were almost imperceptible unless one looked closely.
But the same thing is that their eyes always fall on Qin Zhaoyue...
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