After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

When Jiang Yan returned to the room, she saw the purse on the table.

Two white clouds are embroidered on the black purse.

She picked up the purse, and a sense of inexplicable grievance surged into her heart. Her eyes began to ache, and hot tears filled her eyes, gradually blurring her vision.

The maid Xiangyu didn't understand what was going on. Seeing her like this, she thought she was unwell, so she walked over and asked, "Miss, are you feeling unwell? I'll go tell the lady to get a doctor for you."

When Jiang Yan heard that Xiangyu was going to look for Madam Jiang, she hurriedly called her, "Xiangyu, I, I just miss my cousin."

Xiangyu was confused.

Didn’t the princess just leave?

However, the young lady in their family has a good relationship with her cousin, so it is normal that she is reluctant to let go.

Xiangyu smiled and comforted her: "Miss, the palace is not far away. If you miss the princess, you can go see her tomorrow."

"Tomorrow..." Jiang Yan wiped away her tears with a handkerchief.

Since the purse is here, Mr. Yun’s attitude is already very clear.

This means he is rejecting her, so why should I go up to him and make myself unhappy? If I pester him, it might make him even more annoyed.

However, when she thought that Yunting was the first person she liked in fifteen years, she felt aggrieved unconsciously and hugged Xiangyu's waist and began to cry.

Xiangyu was a little at a loss.

Jiang Yan didn't let her go to find Mrs. Jiang, so she had to pat her on the back and coax her carefully.

*

It was almost the second watch. In a normal mansion, some of the maids and servants would take a rest while others would keep watch.

Wang Qing's house was completely different. The servants who rested during the day would stand guard yawning at the first and second watches, surrounding the main courtyard.

Wang Yirong did the same. After sleeping during the day, she would stay by Wang Qing's bedside at night, taking turns with Dian to serve him.

After several days of treatment, Wang Qing has gotten much better, but he still cannot walk freely.

Wang Yirong took the medicine brought over by the old woman, and after skillfully testing the poison with a silver spoon, she passed the medicine to Wang Qing only after making sure that there was no problem.

Wang Qing took the medicine and asked nervously, "Are you sure it's not poisonous?"

Wang Yirong replied obediently: "No, father, you see, the silver spoon has not turned black."

After Wang Qing confirmed it, he started taking the medicine with peace of mind.

"crash"

Just after taking a few sips, there was a noise outside the house.

Wang Qing fiercely threw the bowl in his hand and shouted, "There is an assassin! Catch the assassin!"

The bowl broke into several pieces, and the medicine in the bowl, which had only been taken a few sips, splashed everywhere.

Without bothering to wipe the stains off the hem of her skirt, Wang Yirong hurriedly comforted him, "Father, it's not an assassin, it's the sound of the wind blowing the leaves."

"Yeah!"

After hearing what Wang Yirong said, Wang Qing's expression relaxed. He leaned back on the soft pillow, his face still showing the lingering fear from the shock. He looked around the room and after making sure that there was no one else, his body softened and he completely relaxed.

"Turn on all the lights in the room." Wang Qing ordered tiredly without even raising his eyes.

"Yes, father."

She lit the candles in the room one by one, and the whole room suddenly became much brighter, with no dark corners left.

"Father, the candles are all lit. Please take a rest. I will have someone make another bowl of medicine."

Wang Qing waved his hand blankly and ignored her.

After cleaning up the broken porcelain pieces and medicine juice on the floor, Wang Yirong walked out.

Seeing him like this, Wang Yirong suddenly felt a sense of pleasure in her heart.

After doing so many bad things, it turns out that he also has moments of fear.

But this is far from enough, she will not let his father die like this.

Her father had to live in fear and watch the things he had planned for many years disappear from his sight bit by bit, so that he could calm her mother's resentment.

Two days ago, when taking care of Wang Qing, Wang Yirong discovered that one of the serving maids was a stranger. Upon asking, she found out that the original maid was sick and this maid was replacing her.

Seeing the maid cowering and looking nervous, Wang Yirong felt something was unusual.

She immediately took the medicine bowl and checked it, and found that the silver spoon had turned black.

When the maid found out her deeds were exposed, she committed suicide by taking poison.

Afterwards, she told Wang Qing about this incident, wanting to know from Wang Qing who killed him.

Wang Qing didn't say anything, but from that day on, he became extremely frightened. Apart from Madam Wang, Wang Yirong and his personal servant, he would not allow anyone to get close to him or serve him.

Combining previous speculations, Wang Yirong can now be certain that the person who assassinated Wang Qing was King Jing's man.

Before the investigation at the Dali Temple, what she had to do was to make Wang Qing live in fear day and night.

After Wang Yirong asked the maid to boil the medicine again, she came to the door of Mrs. Wang's room alone.

After knocking three times, the maid finally opened the door and asked respectfully when she saw Wang Yirong, "Second Miss, it's so late, what's the matter?"

"Is Madam asleep?"

"Not yet, second young lady, come in."

The nanny made way to let Wang Yirong in.

In the room, Dian was leaning on the bed with a headband on her head and her brows slightly furrowed.

"Madam." Wang Yirong bowed politely.

Dian opened her eyes and frowned at her, her expression obviously somewhat unhappy: "Get up, Rong'er, it's so late, what do you want?"

Wang Yirong stood up and lowered her head and said, "Madam, my father is like this now. Rong'er is a little scared. Will my father... die?"

Dian was silent for a long time, then sighed, "I don't know who the master has offended. Even if I ask him, he won't tell me."

The two of them have always been in cahoots with each other, so Wang Yirong naturally didn't believe what she said.

"What should I do? My father just smashed the medicine bowl again." Wang Yirong hung her head, looking depressed. "I went to the street today and heard people say that the Ministry of Revenue has appointed another assistant minister."

"Madam, I'm very worried. Isn't your father the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue? How come there is another Minister?" She frowned and asked Dian, with a worried look on her face.

Dian rubbed her forehead and said, "How can a woman like me who lives in a deep house know about the affairs of the court? Go and take care of the sick. The master will make the final decision on this matter."

Wang Yirong frowned, bowed, and left Madam Wang's bedroom.

After the nanny sent Wang Yirong away and closed the door, she said to Dian: "Madam, why don't you go back and ask your uncle about the master's official position? Maybe he has a solution."

Dian sighed and said in a hateful voice: "Wang Qing is such a fool. He has already been promoted to the position of Minister. I wonder what he is not satisfied with. He wants to do such a thing with King Jing and harm Shu'er and me to this extent!"

"Once his crime is proven, it will be a capital crime. I will never let my brother get involved in this!"

"What should we do? You can't just sit there and wait for death!" Suddenly, the nanny seemed to have thought of something: "Madam, you'd better divorce the master as soon as possible, so that the disaster will not affect your family. If the truth comes out, you and the young lady can stay out of it!"

Dian closed his eyes.

She has been used to being strong all her life. Now that she is in her thirties and is getting a divorce, she wonders how the women in the capital will laugh at her.

It would be better for her to die than to be laughed at by those people.

In the dim light, a sharp gleam flashed in her eyes.