Chapter 175 There is nothing wrong with the porridge, so where does the problem come from?
Lan Zhenrong's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. He swallowed his dry saliva and said to Mo Yufeng in front of him with a trembling voice: "Your Highness, Rou'er is not worthy of you."
Mo Yufeng frowned upon hearing this. He fiercely kicked Lan Zhenrong and shouted angrily, "Asshole! Who dares to snatch the person this prince likes?"
Lan Zhenrong endured the pain and said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, I am not forcing Rouer to become a nun, it's just... hard to say!" His voice was full of helplessness and bitterness, with unspeakable difficulties.
Mo Yufeng's brows relaxed slightly, but his tone was still cold: "What's hard to say? Tell the truth." He adjusted his sleeves and slowly sat down on the stone bench beside him, his eyes sharp as he waited for Lan Zhenrong's answer.
Lan Zhenrong looked up at his daughter, Lan Lingrou, who was crying silently. A trace of pain flashed in his eyes. He slowly spoke and told the truth: "Rou'er was bullied by Yun Hua, so she had to get married!"
Upon hearing this, Mo Yufeng clenched his fists, veins bulging. His eyes turned distant and cold as he looked at Lan Lingrou. "Why didn't you come and tell this prince?"
Lan Lingrou sobbed, tears rolling down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string. She choked out, "The Crown Prince had an accident a few days ago, and I don't want to disturb him while he recovers."
What would be the point of telling her? She was no longer a virgin and had been infected with syphilis. If the prince knew, he would only despise her. Her life would be over. Her only thought now was that she wanted Lan Xiyue to die.
Mo Yufeng stood up and glanced at Lan Lingrou indifferently, "This prince still has to prepare for tomorrow's departure, so I won't attend Miss Lan's wedding." After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and left.
"Prince~" Lan Lingrou watched the prince's departing back, an indescribable sadness welling up in her heart. She understood that the prince's distant look just now had already demonstrated his disgust for her. Yes, she was dirty, she was no longer the pure and flawless woman.
Lan Zhenrong watched the prince walk away before he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up. He walked over to Lan Lingrou, patted her shoulder gently, and sighed, "Rou'er, now that things have come to this, don't think too much about it."
"Master, something bad has happened!" A maid ran over in a panic, her tone filled with undisguised fear.
Lan Zhenrong's expression instantly turned extremely ugly upon hearing this. "What happened again?"
The maid replied in a trembling voice: "Madam...Madam is gone."
Lan Lingrou widened her eyes and repeated in disbelief: "What, mother is gone?" There was a tremor in her voice.
Lan Zhenrong was stunned for a moment, then reacted. He looked at the housekeeper beside him with a sharp gaze and said, "Take down the red lanterns and silk in the mansion and hang up white lanterns and white silk instead. Go to the Huguo Mansion to announce the death!"
The butler responded and left. The mansion suddenly became busy. The festive red was quickly removed and replaced by a solemn white.
Lan Lingrou ran all the way to Furongyuan, rushed into the room, and looking at the pale and lifeless person on the bed, Lan Lingrou collapsed instantly.
She lay on the bed, tears pouring out like a spring, "Mom...why did you leave? What should your daughter do?" Her voice was hoarse and desperate, as if she wanted to pour out all her pain.
After the Duke of Huguo's Mansion learned of Yun Qing's death, everyone hurried to the Marquis of Wuguo's Mansion.
The old lady looked at her little daughter who had passed away on the bed and couldn't help but burst into tears, "Qing'er... my Qing'er..."
Qin Lan supported the old lady and choked up, "Mother, the dead cannot be resurrected, please don't be too sad. Otherwise, my younger sister will not be able to leave in peace!"
The old lady wiped her tears and turned her gaze to Lan Zhenrong, her eyes full of anger and accusation, "It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, my two daughters wouldn't be dead!"
The Duke of Huguo sighed as he looked at the scene before him. "Old woman, now is not the time to discuss this. We should first handle Qing'er's funeral. As for Rou'er and Hua'er's marriage, let's wait until Rou'er's three-year mourning period is over."
Upon hearing this, the old lady burst into tears again. She didn't understand what was so good about Lan Zhenrong. Her two daughters insisted on having him, and... the old lady was heartbroken!
At this time, Lan Xiyue had no idea what was happening in the Wuguo Marquis Mansion. She was extremely busy.
Yesterday, Mo Liyuan brought back some food from the surrounding areas and began to provide porridge to the people.
However, since last night, many people have been suffering from vomiting and diarrhea. Lan Xiyue boiled some medicinal herbs and asked those with symptoms to drink them. They have recovered, but many people have developed the same symptoms again.
Chuchun said anxiously, "Miss, there are not many medicinal herbs left. What should we do? Many people are suffering from abdominal pain, vomiting, and diarrhea."
"Boil all the remaining medicinal herbs and distribute them to the people." After saying this, Lan Xiyue walked out, looked at the little porridge left in the pot, scooped a spoonful into the bowl, smelled it, and started drinking it.
There is nothing wrong with the porridge, so where does the problem come from?
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