Chen Yu helped Song Wanqing change his clothes and went to the front hall unhurriedly.
When Song Qingshan saw that the person had finally arrived, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her, "Qing'er, Qinglian's body is here. You can go back with your father now."
"Really dead?" Song Wanqing broke free from his hand and prepared to go forward to check.
Song Qingshan stopped in front of her, "Can this be fake? Stop being ink and go back with dad."
At this time, Chen Qinglian's body was placed on the ground, covered with white cloth, and it looked like she was no longer breathing.
Chen Yu was a little scared and whispered in Song Wanqing's ear, "It seems like he is really dead."
Song Wanqing frowned and finally said, "Father, I can go back with you..."
"Then let's go quickly. After all, if you bring the body to Prince Zhan's Mansion, the Ninth Prince will be unhappy if he finds out." Song Qingshan was overjoyed and went to pull Song Wanqing back, "The Hou Mansion has already arranged the mourning hall, so hurry up and leave with dad."
Song Wanqing dodged again, "But there is something I want to ask my father."
"Ask again when you get back!" Song Qingshan was extremely anxious, "Qing'er, please stop making trouble. If Concubine Jing knows that I touched her sister's body, she will definitely not let it go."
However, Song Wanqing was still very stubborn, "It's better to ask clearly now."
Song Qingshan gritted his teeth with hatred. In his memory, Song Wanqing had always been well-behaved and obedient in the past, and she was regarded as a model of a legitimate daughter in the capital. How did she become like this?
But now that the matter has come to this, he can only bear it, "Okay, ask quickly."
"Is my mother's death related to Chen Qinglian?" Song Wanqing said with a stern expression.
"What did you say?" Song Qingshan's face changed drastically, "Qing'er, you can't say this nonsense. Back then, your mother..."
"Dad, do you think that if I didn't know something, why did she suddenly change so much?" Song Wanqing smiled bitterly, "I used to really regard her as my mother."
"..." Song Qingshan was running around anxiously, not knowing how to answer at all.
"If even today, my father still wants to hide it," Song Wanqing turned to leave, "then our fate as father and daughter will end here."
"Stop." Song Qingshan had no choice. He could only say helplessly, "Yes, but Qing'er, believe me, this matter has nothing to do with dad, and dad only found out later."
He looked aggrieved, "But at that time, your mother was no longer here, and you were so young. Chen Qinglian promised dad that he would take good care of you, so dad didn't pursue it."
Sure enough, it was Chen Qinglian's masterpiece. Before Song Wanqing's death in her previous life, Song Zhiqiu suddenly mentioned Shen Yue's death, and she guessed that it was Chen Qinglian's doing.
good very good!
She lowered her head and looked at the person lying on the ground, and said indifferently, "I will definitely avenge this!"
"Qing'er, can you come back with me now?" Song Qingshan asked anxiously.
"I still want to confirm," Song Wanqing walked to Chen Qinglian's body in a few steps, "I want to lift the white cloth and check."
"You..." Song Qingshan beat his chest and stamped his feet, "Qing'er, Qing'er, why do you not trust daddy so much?"
"As long as I confirm that she is really dead, I will go back with you immediately." Song Wanqing said with certainty.
Song Qingshan looked at Chen Qinglian's body, hesitated for a moment, and nodded, "Okay, hurry up, we really have to go back as soon as possible."
Song Wanqing squatted down and lifted the white cloth off the body.
The man under the white cloth had a bloodless face, his eyes were tightly closed, and there were obvious strangulation marks on his neck. He looked like he had been hanged.
Song Wanqing stretched out her hand to check the other party's nose and confirmed that Chen Qinglian was indeed not breathing.
"Is it okay?" Song Qingshan urged again.
Song Wanqing nodded, raised the corners of her mouth in a quick arc, and then thrust the silver needle in her hand into Chen Qinglian's palm.
"Ahhhhh..." Chen Qinglian sat up suddenly, and her screams echoed throughout Jiaoyue Xuan.
"It's a fake corpse!" Immediately afterwards, Chen Yu shouted even more horrifyingly than she was, "Miss, it's a fake corpse!"
Almost instantly, the front hall fell into dead silence.
Chen Qinglian looked at the blood flowing from her palms and cursed at Song Wanqing, "You little bitch, you already knew that I was not dead?"
Song Wanqing clicked her tongue twice, "Why can't you never remember that I am the granddaughter of the old Chinese doctor? I don't know about such a thing as Breath Holding Powder?"
Not only did she know that she had used it on others several times in her previous life.
After taking this breath-holding powder, you can stop breathing for an hour and become no different from a dead person.
Chen Qinglian went all out again, painting her face pale and even deliberately creating strangulation marks on her neck. At first glance, she looked like a hanged ghost.
But in reality, people's feelings are there, they can hear, they know pain, and they can stand up and "pretend" at any time.
Song Wanqing shook her head, "Let me remind you one more thing. The tongue of a hanged person will stick out and it will be difficult to take it back. Next time, act more like it."
"..." Chen Qinglian stood up with all the hairs on her body hearing this. She stood up and stood behind Song Qingshan, "Master Marquis, forget it, let's go back. If she wants to stay in Prince Zhan's Mansion, just let her stay. This people……"
She gritted her teeth and said, "From now on, we have nothing to do with our Ding'an Marquis Mansion."
"Qing'er?" Song Qingshan's face turned pale, "Let me ask you one last time, do you really want to sever all ties with the Hou Mansion?"
"Dad, this may be the last time I call you that." Song Wanqing was a little emotional, "You know clearly that the person around you is the murderer of my mother, but you have ignored it for so many years, and even looked at me calling her mother, Have you ever thought about your daughter?"
Song Qingshan became angry with embarrassment, "Your mother deserves to die! She and... She was the one who was sorry for me and the Hou Mansion. She deserves to die!"
"What are you talking about?" Song Wanqing's eyes turned red with anger, "My mother is no longer here, are you trying to taint her innocence?"
"If she hadn't had an affair with someone else and made me a joke to everyone, why would I not have cared about her life or death?" Song Qingshan said confidently.
"This is impossible!" Song Wanqing firmly believed that Shen Yue could not do such a dirty thing.
"Whether you believe it or not," Song Qingshan said solemnly, "Anyway, from now on, Ding'an Hou Mansion will pretend that there is no daughter like you, so you can take care of yourself!"
He glanced at Chen Qinglian, and the two turned and walked out.
"Wait a minute!" Song Wanqing said sharply.
The two looked back in confusion.
Song Wanqing looked at the two people coldly, "I will definitely avenge my mother."
Chen Qinglian felt a chill on her back and did not dare to look at Song Wanqing. She urged Song Qingshan, "Master Hou, go back."
The two left in a hurry.
Song Wanqing finally took off her breath and fell to the side.
"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Shen Yu quickly supported her with quick eyes and hands, "Come here, go to Linfeng Residence to find Aunt Yun. Miss fainted!"
