Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

Du Xuechun looked at that face, feeling a pain in her heart, lowered her head, and asked, "Who put on you makeup? It's so vivid."

Liu Shuang then pointed to Qin Shu and said, "Thanks to sister Qin Shu, her craftsmanship is a bit too good. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I'm afraid the minions would be shocked."

Qin Shu said embarrassingly, "Thanks to Liu Shuang, I didn't know until today that he has such a ventriloquist and can learn a woman's voice."

Seeing the Qin Shu boasting about herself, Liu Shuang rubbed her hands in embarrassment, "Miss, Song Qingyu did something wrong on her own. As soon as the slave appeared, she called the former lady's name. She didn't think much of the black light. Clearly, you will be the ex-madam as a minion. Today, the minion offended the ex-madam, and the lady will punish me."

Liu Shuang knelt down obediently, and he could detect it. When he saw his dress, Du Xuechun's mood changed.

Du Xuechun shook his head, helped him up, and said, "This is what I want you to do, what do I blame you for? If it weren't for your ventriloquist skills, I really don't know who I want to do in this yard. This thing."

"It's just that Song Qingyu has always been suspicious. This time it was only because I had done my hands and feet in the soothing fragrance, she would be so confused. When he becomes more sober tomorrow, I'm afraid it will be fine." Du Xuechun said, she Looking at Mingying on the side, "Can other places be arranged?"

Mingying nodded, "The guards were dispatched because the old lady was unwell, and the other maids in the yard did not hear any movement from the house."

Du Xuechun sighed, "I still want my grandmother to come and play this scene with me."

"The old lady heard Song Qingyu's guilt, and she was so angry that she would directly give the letter to Xiu. Now that the young lady comes forward to solve it, it is naturally good. The old lady will not refuse." Mingying smiled.

The atmosphere in the room gradually improved. Du Xuechun looked at Liu Shuang's face and said, "Hurry up and wash it. Remember to burn this clothes and hair. Don't let people grab the handle."

Liu Shuangying retreated, the candle in the room went out, and Yayuan became quiet.

Early the next morning, Song Qingyu slowly woke up, and suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

She saw herself curled up at the foot of the bed, blood dripping under her body, and she believed that what she saw last night was not a dream. However, this also came too strange. If Lin Sushuang wanted revenge, such a thing had never happened before for so many years, but it happened last night.

She just wanted to speak, but felt that her voice was dumb and uncomfortable. She coughed lightly before shouting, "Come on!"

The maid opened the door and walked in, holding a basin of hot water, and asked, "Madam is awake?"

She stared at the servant girl without saying a word. The maid was a little frightened by her seeing, she lowered her head and dared not look into her eyes.

A moment later, a slight smile appeared on Song Qingyu's face, but the smile was extremely cold, "What's your name?"

The maid paused, and said, "The slave is called Ziqin."

Song Qingyu asked, "When did you enter the mansion? Have you been with others before?"

Hearing Song Qingyu's question, Ziqin was taken aback, and said, "The slave was only bought by the master a few days ago. As soon as he came to the mansion, he came to the wife's courtyard and never served other masters."

Song Qingyu looked at Ziqin and saw that Ziqin didn't seem to be lying. Then he said, "Did you not hear anything during the night last night?"

"The slave servant kept guarding at the door last night and never heard any sound." Ziqin looked at Song Qingyu innocently. "What's the matter, madam?"

Song Qingyu kept staring at Ziqin, trying to see a trace of lying on her face, but Ziqin kept staring at Song Qingyu.

After a while, Song Qingyu said, "It's okay. Wash me up."

While freshening up, Song Qingyu pretended to ask casually, "Are the guards who patrolled the night in the mansion last night?"

Ziqin nodded, "Originally, I was patrolling the night, but in the second half of the night, the servants heard movement from the old lady's yard. It seemed that the old lady was ill, and the guards rushed over."

"Oh?" Song Qingyu raised an eyebrow and looked at Ziqin, "How do you know that the old lady is sick? My mistress hasn't heard from me, but your news is well-informed."

There was a bit of deep meaning in her eyes, Ziqin gave a thump in her heart, looked at Song Qingyu, and swallowed unconsciously. If it hadn't been for Du Xuechun to explain it early in the morning, I'm afraid her legs will weaken now.

After a pause, she explained, “Last night, the old lady in the yard sent someone to say that because the lady was in a bad shape, she didn’t bother her, so the slave told her that she wanted her to come and see. Take a look."

Song Qingyu felt a little puzzled in his heart instead. However, she couldn't pursue it, and said lightly, "Really? Then go over and take a look."

...

Song Qingyu took Ziqin out of the house, and now there was no confidant beside her, and there was no one who could talk. In the past few days, Du Qingheng did not even come to her yard and did not know what she was doing.

When he came to the old lady's yard and saw that Du Xuechun and Si Yiniang were already sitting in the hall, Song Qingyu felt a chill in his heart.

"Mother." Song Qingyu took a blessing and sat aside.

The old lady was lying on the bed with a wet cloth on her head, her complexion looked very weak.

"You are here." She was a little weak in her words, and Song Qingyu believed it in her heart.

"What's wrong with mother? Isn't the body always strong? How come you suddenly become so ill?" The old lady's complexion is very bad, which is far different from the past.

The old lady coughed a few times and said, "I am too old to use it."

At this time, Song Qingyu flattered, "Mother can naturally live a long life, how can I say that. What's more, Xueer's medical skills can not cure his mother?" She said, she looked aside. Du Xuechun had some fear in his eyes.

Du Xuechun smiled and said, "The granddaughter has already checked the pulse for her grandmother, but it seems that there is something on her mind when she finds the pulse of her grandmother?"

The old lady looked at Du Xuechun and sighed, "Recently, I always dream of your birth mother, and I don't know if it's because I haven't visited her in the ancestral hall for a long time." The old lady's eyes were a little sad.

Hearing this in the ears of everyone, I have my own thoughts.

Du Xuechun lowered her head and said nothing, with a trace of sadness on her face, "The granddaughter has not seen her mother since she was born, and she doesn't know what her mother looks like."

Hearing this, the old lady was even more silly. "It's just that our Xiangfu can't help you. After my mother was so young, she was sent to the country to suffer. Fortunately, she is now graceful." Stretching out his hand, Du Xuechun handed it over, and the hands of the grandfather and grandson were pulled together. This scene was particularly dazzling in Song Qingyu's eyes.