Jiang Mengli grabbed Qingmei's hair and dragged her back to the backyard.
At this time, Wen Mohan and Yun Jian finally saw who it was.
Wen Mohan frowned in shock, "Qingmei?"
Hearing this, Jiang Mengli taunted, "So she's your childhood sweetheart. Then you're her childhood sweetheart? Childhood sweethearts are indeed different."
As he said that, he pushed Qingmei to her knees on the ground.
Qingmei fell to her knees with a thump, screaming in pain and veins bulging on her forehead.
Wen Mohan's face darkened, and he hurriedly explained, "Don't be unreasonable, it's..."
"Your Highness, save me..." Qingmei grabbed his clothes and begged for help. "You told me to do this. It's none of my business. It was you who said you wanted Jiang Mengli to lose everyone close to her so that she would suffer."
"It's you who made me treat Lingqiao like this. You must not ignore me. I have old people and young children to take care of. They can't lose me. Please, Your Highness, save this servant..."
This statement shocked everyone.
Wen Mohan was even more incredulous. He angrily kicked her to the ground and stepped on her neck. "Nonsense! I never ordered you to do these things. Who sent you here?!"
Qingmei's face flushed with discomfort. She hugged his legs with both hands, seemingly wanting to pull his legs away, but she ended up using her last bit of strength to push down.
Suddenly, there was a "crack" sound from the neck. Qingmei's hands dropped, blood gushed out of her mouth, and she stared at Wen Mohan with her eyes wide open.
Seeing this, Jiang Mengli glared at Wen Mohan with bloodshot eyes, then raised his hand and slapped him hard in the face and roared:
"I hate you! Every wrong has its perpetrator. If my father owes you anything, you should go to him. What's the point of bullying me? Lingqiao is just an innocent little girl. Don't you feel ashamed of bullying her?!"
Her heart was blocked, and her eyes couldn't help but become moist. She took out the deed from her arms and threw it directly in his face, "Forget about cooperation, you can suppress me however you like!"
After a roar, he turned and headed towards the woodshed.
Under the gazes of many people, she walked out supporting Lingqiao, who was covered in wounds.
Wen Mohan felt an indescribable pain in his heart. When Jiang Mengli passed by him indifferently, he grabbed her arm and said, "Mengli, listen to my explanation. This was not my order. Qingmei is Sister Yujiao..."
"Let go!" Jiang Mengli shook off his hand and strode out with Lingqiao on her back.
Lingqiao said weakly, "Miss, maybe... maybe you misunderstood the prince, Qingmei..."
"If you speak for him again, I'll leave you here." Jiang Mengli was so angry that she couldn't hear anything.
Her words also frightened Lingqiao, and Lingqiao dared not say a word.
Wen Mohan still wanted to explain clearly, so he quickly caught up and followed behind, "Meng Li, I will find out the details of this matter, but it is definitely not what Qingmei said."
"I'll give you an explanation once I've investigated everything. No matter what grudges I have with the Jiang family, I will never do such a mean thing behind their backs..."
Jiang Mengli paused, turned around and said sarcastically: "Yes, you only know how to act blatantly, just like the last time you suppressed my business."
Wen Mohan: “…” He was a little speechless.
This was indeed a despicable act, but he was just trying to force her to return to Prince Yu's Mansion.
Seeing him choke, Jiang Mengli snorted coldly and strode away, her figure quickly disappearing from his sight.
Yun Jian, with a bruised face and nose, walked up to him and said, "Master, this Qingmei's martial arts skills are not low. If she were an ordinary woman, how could she fight with Miss Jiang for so long?"
"This... the roofs of this row of houses are all destroyed. We need to find someone to repair them. A lot of the vegetables in the kitchen are also damaged..."
Before he finished speaking, Wen Mohan said in a cold voice: "Butler Mo will handle these matters. The important thing is to investigate Qingmei's identity and bring Su Yujiao over!"
Yun Jian: "...Yes."
Qingmei was the person Su Yujiao brought in. If you want to get useful information, you can only ask her.
In Hexiang Garden, Su Yujiao paced back and forth in the room nervously, her hands and feet shaking slightly unconsciously.
The door was suddenly opened by Qiu Zhi, and she asked hurriedly, "What's the situation?"
Qiu Zhi's expression was extremely solemn, and she responded breathlessly, "Qingmei is dead. She couldn't defeat Jiang Mengli, so she was injured and fell from the roof. The prince happened to be there at that time, and... he stepped on her neck and broke it."
"She framed the prince and told Jiang Mengli that the prince had asked her to deal with Lingqiao, with the intention of making Jiang Mengli lose everyone he cared about. Jiang Mengli angrily slapped the prince and left with the seriously injured Lingqiao..."
She recounted in detail what had happened before.
After hearing this, Su Yujiao smiled. "Hahaha... It's good that Qingmei is dead. This is her karma. She cut off my husband's fingers and threatened me all day long!"
But Qiu Zhi couldn't laugh. She sighed helplessly and said, "Miss, she deserved to die, but you were the one who called her in. When the prince investigates her identity, he will definitely come to you."
Su Yujiao: “!!” She was stunned.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and both the master and the servant were startled.
Qiu Zhi took a deep breath, calmed down, and opened the door. "Brother Yun Jian, what do you want to see the young lady for?"
Yun Jian glanced at Su Yujiao in the room and said, "The master asked Miss Su to go to the backyard. There is something that needs to be investigated."
Even if no one said what it was, Su Yujiao knew it was about her childhood sweetheart.
Her legs and feet went limp, and she nodded calmly, "Okay, I'll pack up and be there."
Upon hearing this, Yun Jian didn't say much. He nodded in agreement and turned to leave.
After he disappeared from the courtyard, Su Yujiao slumped down on a stool, her legs weak and her face pale. "What should I do? If I tell him the truth, is there any way to resolve this?"
Qiu Zhi shook her head. "No, there are still many of the emperor's people in the palace. You don't even know where my uncle and the others are being held. If you tell them, they will definitely be hurt."
Su Yujiao had a terrible headache. She stood up and walked out of the room anxiously, thinking about how to deal with it all the way.
My mind is a mess and I can't think of anything.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at the backyard, and Wen Mohan's cold and stern figure was standing not far away.
Su Yujiao nervously clenched her handkerchief, walked over slowly, and saw the corpse with wide-open eyes lying on the ground.
ah……
She screamed subconsciously and stood still, not daring to move forward.
Seeing her fear, Wen Mohan walked out, "Sister Yujiao, I came here to ask you, how did you know Qingmei? Is she really your friend of many years?"
Qiu Zhi hurriedly said, "Your Highness, we're not particularly familiar with each other. We just...we just met by chance not long ago. I lied and said we've been friends for many years because I was afraid you wouldn't agree to let her work in your palace."
She was so nervous while speaking that her toes were clenched tightly.
She didn't dare look up at anyone, but kept her head down and her eyes fixed on the ground.
Wen Mohan narrowed his eyes in disbelief, "Really? Sister Yujiao, I regard you as the person I trust the most. I hope you can tell me the truth. Did you know that Qingmei was a spy a long time ago?"
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