"Madam Du was unaware of the true situation and thought it was just a normal tonic. After all, it was Madam Du who sent it. Marquis Yong'an found out a few days ago that he had mistakenly taken the medicine and found it difficult to accept."
"Mrs. Du Er also knew about what happened back then, and she deliberately went to show off in front of Mrs. Du Da. Unexpectedly, Mrs. Du Da went straight to Mrs. Du Lao's room to make a scene, and the situation got out of control."
"Marquis Yong'an naturally didn't believe it. He didn't believe his mother would do this to him."
"It was determined that Madam Du had done it. That night, the couple had another heated argument, and Marquis Yong'an accidentally killed Madam Du."
"No one reported it to the police?"
Zhao Yunzhu frowned, and the doubts in her heart grew heavier.
"Everyone in the Yong'an Marquis's Mansion is keeping this a secret. How could outsiders know the inside story? Besides, Madam Du's family doesn't live in Chang'an. Given the current situation, who would be willing to get involved in this mess?"
"We don't care."
Qin Zongzhi took her into his arms and persuaded her softly.
Du Jiaojiao did not return home today. She wanted to stay at her parents' home for a few days.
The farce in the Yong'an Marquis' Mansion was covered up overnight because of the departure of Madam Du.
Before the seventh day after Madam Du's death, the imperial edict from the palace was passed to the Yong'an Marquis' Mansion.
Marquis Yong'an came forward to request that his nephew Du Mingwei be named the crown prince.
On the second day, the Yong'an Marquis Mansion held a banquet to celebrate.
The white lanterns in the mansion were taken down one by one and replaced with festive red lanterns.
The servants who originally had solemn expressions now had rosy faces.
Zhao Yunzhu was unwilling to go.
This time, Qin Zongzhi rarely asked her to go.
As the younger sister of the new prince of Yong'an Marquisate, Du Jiaojiao naturally followed the Ninth Prince back to her parents' home to congratulate him.
The Yong'an Marquis's Mansion set up thirty tables of banquets to celebrate.
The celebration for Du Mingwei was nothing like the wedding of Du Mingan.
Qin Zongzhi had lunch and returned home early.
Du Jiaojiao stayed at her parents' home to accompany her mother on social events.
In the Lanxiang Garden, Zhao Yunzhu was developing spices in the yard.
The sun was at its highest point. She rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair wrists. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, but all her attention was focused on the spices being prepared in the stone mortar.
"What are you doing?"
Qin Zongzhi stepped forward and looked down. He saw orange spices in the stone mortar, emitting a faint fragrance that made people feel refreshed.
Zhao Yunzhu was stunned for a moment, then came to her senses, looked up, and met his burning gaze.
Smile.
The next second, Qin Zongzhi took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Don't move."
Zhao Yunzhu sat obediently, looking at him with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
"Why are you back so early?"
"It's nothing special. Just send the gift and I'll be back to be with you."
As he spoke, he squatted down, took the mortar from her hand, and pounded the spices in the mortar for her. "You still haven't told me, what are these spices used for?"
"I had nothing better to do, so I just made this for fun. This fragrance is so intoxicating. It's winter, and we have a charcoal fire burning in the house. I didn't like the spices I bought outside, so I thought I'd try making some myself."
"Drunk Beauty? That's a good name."
Qin Zongzhi stopped what he was doing, looked up at her, and the affection in his eyes almost overflowed.
The servants serving in the yard saw this scene and hid under the corridor, covering their mouths and laughing.
Such a scene truly reflects the peaceful times and brings peace of mind.
"Try?"
Looking at the spices that were gradually taking shape, Qin Zongzhi made a suggestion.
Zhao Yunzhu couldn't bear to see him disappointed, "Okay."
She ordered the maid to bring a hand warmer and carefully lit the pressed spices. Looking at the soft smoke floating in the air, she reached out and swept the smoke to her nose.
It's hard to tell what the faint floral scent is, mixed with a hint of dampness.
This spice originally needs to be dried for several days before it can take shape.
"That's not bad."
Qin Zongzhi didn't know much about these things, but he felt that the smell of this spice really made people feel calm.
Zhao Yunzhu gave the remaining spices to the maids and asked them to dry them carefully.
"Has the marriage between Miss Liu San and Master Du been finalized?"
She suddenly remembered this and asked curiously.
"It's settled. The two families have decided to get married in a month."
"So soon?"
"Well, this is what Yong'an Marquis Mansion meant."
Previously, the Liu family agreed to this marriage after being suggested by the Ninth Prince.
The two families had already exchanged engagement letters.
Now that the imperial edict of enthronement has been delivered, the marriage between the two families has finally come to light.
Zhao Yunzhu suddenly remembered Mingyue, the maidservant beside Old Madam Du, who was pregnant with Du Mingwei's child.
"I think it was the maid named Mingyue who caused the trouble beside the old lady of the Du family."
"Oh? How do you mean?"
Qin Zongzhi was not aware of this matter.
Zhao Yunzhu then mentioned Mingyue's matter to him. Qin Zongzhi was stunned for a moment, "I didn't expect it. It's really surprising."
"By the way, you've been staying with me in the mansion these days. Why don't you go to the palace to see your father?"
The Emperor has been seriously ill for a long time, but he has been dragging on, neither getting better nor worse.
People in the court were in panic, and the atmosphere in Chang'an City was not very good recently.
Qin Zongzhi's eyes darkened.
He sighed and said, "No need. Father is already unconscious and is just dragging out his time."
It was the first time that Zhao Yunzhu heard him comment on the emperor's illness in this way.
Zhao Yunzhu sighed and looked at him, not knowing how to comfort him.
That night, the palace gates were locked and horses galloped on Chang'an Street.
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