Fang Zilan leaned over quietly and heard a female voice anxiously saying: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
Then there was the sound of hurriedly rubbing clothes and clinking porcelain. It was quiet for a moment, and there were only the sounds of heavy breathing and gulps of water.
"I can't sleep, you should go out first." Fang Zitong's voice was very low, but the moment he heard it, Fang Zilan calmed down and walked to the door of the courtyard again, but did not leave.
The maid pushed the door open and saw Fang Zilan standing not far away. She couldn't help but widen her eyes and called out, "Master Yue Guo Gong."
Fang Zilan turned around and said, "I'll stay here tonight. You can go back." She didn't deliberately raise her voice, but it was just enough for Fang Zitong in the room to hear clearly.
The maid nodded, bowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Yue, for your trouble." After that, she left.
Fang Zilan walked to the corridor next to the house and sat on the railing. When Fang Zitong heard that there was no movement outside, he walked to the window and took a look.
The moon was hazy and the stars were dim. In the dark night, Zilan's white fox fur cloak stood out. She was half leaning on the railing, but for some reason she suddenly looked towards the window.
Fang Zitong felt guilty for no reason. Although the windows were closed, she always felt that Fang Zilan had passed through the window paper and seen her through.
So she simply turned her back and didn't look at the people outside. She walked back to the bed and lay down, staring at the bed curtain above her head for a long time, and then slowly closed her eyes.
Perhaps because he knew Fang Zilan was outside, or perhaps because the past few days were too long and exhausted, Fang Zitong stopped tossing and turning and quickly fell asleep.
Fang Zilan heard that there was no movement in the room, so she closed her eyes to rest and thought carefully about everything that happened in the Pei family.
According to Dong Xue, Fang Zitong shot Pei Juanqing with a Xiuqian out of self-defense. Although she saw only a scratch, Pei Juanqing died. The most suspicious weapon, the Xiuqian, must have been tampered with. Maybe it's quenched with poison.
The key question is, who quenched the poison on the sleeve arrows? What's that person's purpose?
Seeing the behavior of the Pei family in the daytime, it was clear that they wanted to unjustly kill Fang Zitong, so the real reason for Pei Juiqing's death would be concealed.
From this point of view, the person behind it either made Fang Zitong his scapegoat, or used Pei Jueqing's death to kill Fang Zitong, thus dragging the entire Fang family down.
No matter what the reason is, this person hates Pei Juqing very much, and he has no good intentions towards Fang Zitong and the Fang family. The Pei family should be the latter, if we say the former...
No matter how much he hates her, he will not kill Pei Juqing easily for the sake of family glory.
After all, no matter how desperate the Pei family is, they know very well that once Pei Juanqing dies, no one will be able to support the family. It will be a matter of time before the Pei family collapses and declines.
But if it wasn't the Pei family, who could it be?
Fang Zilan frowned, feeling like she was in a fog, everything around her was confusing, and she couldn't grasp anything.
Drowsily, she vaguely heard Fang Zitong's voice, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already dawn.
"You're awake." Fang Zitong held the brocade quilt in his hand, looking coy and in a dilemma.
Seeing this, Fang Zilan wanted to say something, but she sneezed instead. Hearing the sound, Fang Zitong's eyes flashed with panic, "Are you catching a cold?"
"Nothing." Before Fang Zilan could finish her words, she sneezed again.
So Fang Zitong wrapped the brocade quilt tightly around her body without hesitation, and said angrily: "As an important minister of the capital, I can't afford it if something goes wrong."
Fang Zilan subconsciously pulled the brocade quilt around her body. Unexpectedly, not only did it not pull away, but it actually made her whole body look round and round, like a dumpling. She freed her hand and said helplessly: "Miss Fang Er, I'm not so weak."
It was rare for Fang Zitong to see her like this, and he couldn't help but curl his lips. However, before he could say anything more, he saw the maid coming in a hurry, followed by Awan.
"Okay, my Awan is here." Fang Zilan neatly pulled off the brocade quilt and handed it back to Fang Zitong, "Miss Fang, don't worry about me anymore."
"Who is worried..." Fang Zitong was interrupted by Awan before he finished speaking, "Master Fang, Miss Dongxue is dead."
She noticed Fang Zitong only after she finished speaking. She wanted to cover it up but it was too late, "Miss Fang Er..."
"What did you say?" Fang Zitong suddenly stepped forward and held Awan's shoulders, his eyes red, "How could Dongxue..."
"Second Miss Fang, please express your condolences and accept the change." A Wan's voice was like a mosquito, her head lowered and she didn't dare to look at Fang Zitong.
Fang Zilan pushed Fang Zitong's hand away, took Awan in her arms, and said protectively, "Second Miss Fang, it's not too late to hear what Awan has to say."
Feeling the warmth coming from her body, Awan calmed down and said apologetically: "When Miss Dongxue was sent back to our house by Sister Xiao, her heart and lungs were already damaged. I originally thought..."
She paused and her voice weakened, "I didn't expect to find Miss Dongxue dead this morning."
Fang Zilan frowned slightly, Awan said vaguely, thinking about what happened, she didn't want to mention it in front of Fang Zitong.
Thinking of this, Fang Zilan calmly comforted Fang Zitong, and then asked the maid to send her back to rest.
A Wan was about to speak but stopped, Fang Zilan held her wrist and took her to the wing where she lived, "What on earth is going on?"
"Someone poisoned Miss Dongxue." Awan whispered: "Although the dose was very small, Miss Dongxue was seriously injured, so she died last night..."
She didn't say anything further, and Fang Zilan's expression turned cold, "Have you found out who it is?"
"It was found out that he is a boy from the house." Awan nodded and said: "I judged that he was a member of the ghost sect based on the poison he administered. Brother Chu caught him out overnight, but he refused to admit it. In the end, he committed suicide by taking poison, which scared Sister Cong, and everyone else in the house was also very scared..."
Fang Zilan didn't listen to the rest of the words. She never thought that Ji Ningtian would embarrass the Fang family of the prime minister's house. Back then, Fang Chongzheng helped him fake the fact that his broken leg was disabled. Even though the two parties had little contact over the years and never expressed their opinions, this was still a handle.
At this juncture, the Pei family is useless. Ji Ning's destiny is to kill the witness who is beneficial to Zitong. What good can he gain?
Fang Zilan was puzzled, but Fang Chongzheng had not returned to Beijing yet, and the situation in the palace was unclear. Jingzhao Yin Mansion might come to Fang Zitong at any time, and Fang Lixing might not be able to handle it.
She simply took a leave of absence and traveled back and forth between her family's house and the prime minister's house. While tracking down the young man who committed suicide by poisoning and the ghost gate, she accompanied Fang Zitong to recall the circumstances of Pei Jueqing's death, trying to find some clues. Unfortunately, there was not much progress on both sides. smoothly.
Fortunately, the Jingzhao Yin Mansion never found Fang Zitong, and Fang Zilan could finally breathe a sigh of relief. However, before she could relax, she heard the news that the Jingzhao Yin Mansion was going to interrogate Ouyang Zirou.
The charge disclosed by the Jingzhao Yin Mansion was that of plotting to murder Duke Jui, and the person who reported it was Ouyang Zirou's brother, Ouyang Zongrui.
