Ding Mengxuan was kidnapped by a masked man in black but failed. Princess Changqing asked her who the culprit was. Ding Mengxuan remained silent, but only asked Ling Yun to stop for a moment so that she could tell him something.
What she said was somewhat unexpected. Princess Chang Qing and Huan Yu both looked at her and Ling Yun with strange eyes.
Especially Huan Yu, after hearing Ding Mengxuan's words, her expression immediately became quite disdainful, and her raised eyes were full of sourness and contempt.
Ling Yun also felt a "thump" in his heart, and looked back at Ding Mengxuan with some confusion; but he didn't care much about the strange looks from Princess Changqing and Princess Huanyu.
He no longer had any thoughts about Ding Mengxuan. He stayed here just to hear what she wanted to say to him.
So everyone went out; only Huanyu stayed at the end and refused to move.
Because she was really unwilling to let Ling Yun and Ding Mengxuan be alone in a room like this, whispering; in the end, Princess Chang Qing dragged her away.
At this time, there were only two people in the embroidery room, Ling Yun and Ding Mengxuan.
Men and women are not intimate with each other. Ling Yun deliberately stood more than ten steps away from Ding Mengxuan, and said solemnly and humbly: "Mrs. He, if you have any teachings, please speak up."
Ding Mengxuan's pale lips opened slightly, but he hesitated to speak; he just waved to him feebly, meaning to let him take a step closer to speak.
Ling Yun was confused, so he cautiously took a few steps forward and said in a deep voice: "Mrs. He, please tell me something."
Ding Mengxuan's originally dull eyes suddenly shot out a cold and cold light; she bit her lips and said almost word by word: "Ling Yun, let me ask you, who is the person who killed my husband?"
Ling Yun couldn't help but be startled, "Why did Mrs. He say this? Ling Yun didn't understand what Mrs. He meant."
Ding Mengxuan sneered and said: "You don't understand? Ling Yun, you are really good at pretending to be confused!... Ouch!..." She suddenly started to moan in panic. Her originally gloomy face turned as pale as paper, and beads of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, which looked extremely painful.
Ling Yun panicked for a moment, thinking: "What happened to Ding Mengxuan? Did he suffer internal injuries when he was kidnapped by the thieves?"
What flashed through his mind at this moment was the tragic scene when Ding Mengxuan fell heavily to the ground when he fought with the masked man in black.
Follow the authority in urgent matters. Now he didn't care much anymore. He hurriedly took two steps forward and rushed to her. He held her body that was about to fall with both hands and asked nervously: "Mrs. He, what's wrong with you?"
Before he finished speaking, he saw a cold light flash before his eyes, and the sharp blade hidden in Ding Mengxuan's sleeve suddenly popped out, piercing Ling Yun's chest like a whirlwind!
Of course Ling Yun never dreamed that Ding Mengxuan would suddenly kill him at this time, and there was no sign before!
By the time he reacted, it was already too late. He reached out quickly, but the sharp blade still stuck into his hand, and it swiped upwards, slicing his arm.
There was a heart-piercing pain, and blood started to flow. Ling Yun took a few steps back in fear and said in a trembling voice: "Why?..."
Ding Mengxuan gritted his teeth and said: "Why?... Ling Yun, are you still pretending to be ignorant? You killed my husband and made me a young widow and a lonely life. I hate you so much!..." As she said this, she couldn't understand her hatred. The ground waved and stabbed, but Ling Yun used the "split flowers and brush willows" move, raised his hand and grabbed his wrist.
Ding Mengxuan couldn't help but feel discouraged and thought: How could she, a weak woman with no strength, be a match for Ling Yun, a powerful martial artist? She closed her eyes helplessly, tears streaming down her cheeks, and said miserably: "You still won't let go?..."
Ling Yun felt rude and hurriedly let go of his hand.
Ding Mengxuan sighed softly, turned his wrist, and used the greatest strength in his life to pierce the sharp blade into his front heart!
Ling Yun exclaimed and hurriedly performed the "White Rainbow Jingtian" gesture to stop him; but it was still a step too late.
Ding Mengxuan screamed miserably, and the sharp blade was slightly deflected, stabbing her right breast. The front was dripping with blood, like pomegranate flowers blooming in June, and the red was dazzling and shocking.
Ling Yun's trembling hand tightly grasped her blade-holding hand at this moment, and said in a trembling voice: "Mrs. He, why are you bothering?..."
The severe pain made Ding Mengxuan's vision blurry. She was panting rapidly, and her delicate body was shaking like a messy dead leaf in the wind.
In the end, she couldn't hold on anymore and fell down; but she still seemed extremely unwilling to do so, muttering in her mouth: "Either you die, or I die..."
Ling Yun said in a hoarse voice: "I don't understand, how do you think it was me who killed your husband?"
Ding Mengxuan's tears welled up again unconsciously. She cut her liver and cried blood, her voice trembling as she said, "His wronged soul told me personally!..."
In her voice, the scene when she met He Chenglin's "soul" a few months ago came to mind again like an electric shock:
"Husband, tell me, who killed you?"
"Mengxuan, please forgive me for not telling you. Because the enemy is too despicable and insidious. If I told you, with your character, you will desperately fight for him. Wouldn't it harm you instead?"
"I'm not afraid!... As long as I can avenge my husband——"
"You cannot prove him by just relying on your words!..."
"Then I will kill him with my own hands! I will risk my life and die with him! Then I will go find you, and we can be together forever..."
Thinking of this, her fingers curled up towards her palms twitchingly, she laughed with scarlet eyes, and said hysterically while laughing:
"If you don't want others to know, unless you do nothing, Ling Yun, your heinous crime will not escape the punishment of God!..."
She laughed miserably and wildly, then suddenly her eyes rolled and she lost her breath.
Seeing her suddenly fainting, Ling Yun was at a loss for a moment and shouted urgently: "Come quickly!..."
Princess Chang Qing and Princess Huanyu came over after hearing the sound, and almost fainted from fright when they saw the bloody scene. However, He Lu wanted to stay calm and quickly ordered someone to call the doctor.
Dr. Wang and several other famous doctors rushed over. The troops were divided into two groups. One group examined and treated the unconscious Ding Mengxuan in the embroidery room; the other group bandaged Ling Yun's wounds in the living room outside.
Including Ling Yun, Princess Changqing, Princess Huanyu and others were anxiously waiting for the news in the embroidery room.
Ling Yun's injuries were only superficial wounds, nothing serious; but he was in a bad mood at this time, and Ding Mengxuan's hoarse voice just now echoed in his ears:
"You killed my husband and made me a young widow and a lonely person... I hate you so much!"
"Either you die or I die..."
"His wronged soul told me personally..."
"Your heinous crime will not escape divine punishment!"
Misunderstanding, huge misunderstanding. Yes, he was the one who killed He Chenglin, but who would have thought that He Chenglin was an out-and-out fake!
He really wanted to tell her at this moment: Miss Ding, your infatuation was in vain, you are so stupid to pay so much for a man who is not worthy of your love...
He suddenly wanted to tell the truth immediately and expose this big lie that had deceived the world, but there was no evidence, so who would believe him? And there are too many involved. If it is not handled properly, everything will be out of control...
He was so confused that he responded to Princess Huanyu and Princess Changqing's questions word by word. In the end, even he himself didn't know what he said.
At this time, Doctor Wang dragged his heavy footsteps and walked out of Ding Mengxuan's room. His face was gloomy, his head drooped dejectedly, he just sighed but said nothing.
Princess Chang Qing had already guessed what the situation was from the gloomy expression on Doctor Wang's face, but she still asked with a hint of luck: "Mr. Wang, how is it?"
Doctor Wang sighed heavily and said: "The young lady's injury is not serious. She only needs to be treated well and she can be cured. But I'm afraid... the fetus in her belly is no longer safe..."
Princess Chang Qing just sneered when she heard this and said nothing.
Who can understand her complicated mood at this time? She pondered for a moment and finally spoke slowly, "Treat her well. Remember, never let her know about this."
Her tone was calm, without any emotion in her words, as if she was talking about someone else's family affairs, and she was incredibly calm and calm.
Doctor Wang responded vaguely, even though he knew that the fire could not be contained in the paper, and this kind of thing could not be hidden at all.
It's just that the development of the situation happened one step earlier than everyone expected. Because no one would have thought at this time that Ding Mengxuan had already woken up.
She exhausted all her strength, slowly climbed up from the bed, struggled step by step to the door, and gently pressed her ear to the door - so the conversations of the people outside were clearly transmitted to her. in the ears.
What? Can't save the child? ...At that moment, she felt everything in front of her was shaking.
She grabbed the door frame with trembling arms, barely supporting her shaky body, and shouted heartbreakingly: "Impossible! Impossible..."
No one would have ever dreamed that the situation would develop to such an unimaginable level. But now it's too late to have any regrets or annoyance; the most important thing right now is how to calm down this conflict and not cause any more big trouble.
Huan Yu was quick-witted and quick-thinking. Seeing this, he hurriedly stepped forward to support her and said, "Sister-in-law, what's wrong with you? Don't get excited. If you have anything to say, speak slowly."
Ding Mengxuan was on the verge of mental collapse; her eyes were sluggish, and she ignored Huanyu's words of relief. She just murmured: "My child is gone, my child is gone... This is his blood and bones... Now all I have is My sustenance and hope are gone, so what am I still doing?..."
As she said this, with determination to die, she banged her forehead against the door frame like crazy.
