But when Ding Mengxuan learned that her fetus, which was more than three months pregnant, had been aborted, she couldn't help but feel grief-stricken and was on the verge of a psychological collapse. With a determination to die, she slammed her forehead against the door frame like crazy.
Thanks to the maids on both sides holding her tightly.
Ding Mengxuan's emotions were completely out of control at this time. She cried hoarsely: "Don't stop me, let me die! Let me die!..."
Saitama desperately grabbed her body, bent down and knelt on the ground, and begged: "Miss, please, don't do this, don't do this... If you have a problem, who will you let your slave serve? go?……"
Ding Mengxuan ignored the pleading and crying of the maids at all; her face was filled with miserable confusion, and her eyes full of despair and hatred turned around little by little, finally settling on Ling Yun's face.
She gritted her teeth and said almost word by word: "Ling Yun, it's you!... It was you who killed my husband, and you made me lose my child... You ruined my life..." All hope, I hate you so much!..."
Listening to Ding Mengxuan's heartless and damning words, Ling Yun's heart ached, but he didn't know how to explain it all, so he could only remain silent.
Huan Yu loved Ling Yun deeply. Now she couldn't bear to hear Ding Mengxuan slandering and cursing her husband. She raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "You are not allowed to slander Jun Ma! You said Jun Ma killed your husband. Where is the evidence?" ?”
Ding Mengxuan smiled miserably and said: "Evidence? Which bad guy would be stupid enough to commit crimes in broad daylight! Can a bad guy get away with it without evidence?"
Huan Yu's cold eyes glanced at her contemptuously, "Then tell me, how did you know about this?"
Ding Mengxuan said word by word: "It was the ghost of Cheng Lang who told me in a dream!"
Huanyu couldn't help laughing. She raised one corner of her mouth and turned to Princess Changqing: "Auntie, listen to what she is saying. I will also have a dream tomorrow. I dream that it's you, Ding." What should I say if the eldest lady murders her husband?"
Ding Mengxuan's face was pale, her lips were trembling, and she could not speak a word. She choked on a mouthful of blood and fainted. The maids were in a hurry again.
Huan Yu sighed softly and said: "Oh, how pitiful! After your husband died and suffered such a disaster, I think this man is stunned!"
She turned around and asked Ling Yun with concern: "Jun Ma, how is your injury? Does it still hurt?"
The helpless sadness in Ling Yun's eyes spread little by little, and he shook his head palely.
Huanyu comforted him: "Don't be as knowledgeable as her - hum, this person is simply a lunatic!"
Ling Yun suddenly felt sad in his heart. Who in this world can understand his heart? Who can share this helplessness and pain with him?
He walked out without saying a word, and no matter how many people behind him called him or called him, he turned a deaf ear.
He wandered alone on the cross streets of the capital, letting the annoying spring breeze caress his messy black hair.
Ding Mengxuan's heartless and damning words were still echoing in his ears. Every word was filled with tears and every sentence was shocking, which made his whole heart feel cold. Miss Ding, when will you eliminate all misunderstandings about me? …
Ding Mengxuan's husband died tragically, her fetus was miscarried, and she was seriously injured. It was really adding insult to injury.
The double blow to her body and spirit brought her to the point of collapse; she just lay on the bed in a daze, unable to eat, and no matter how others tried to persuade her, talk to her, call her, or call her, she turned a deaf ear.
"There is no greater sadness than heartbreak." These words can be used to describe her at this time. She only has one thought now: death!
Princess Chang Qing ordered the imperial doctors to do their best to save Ding Mengxuan's life at all costs.
However, Doctor Wang shook his head and sighed: "There is nothing greater than grief. She wants to die. Even the gods of Tianluo can't save her, let alone an old and quack doctor..."
Princess Chang Qing had no choice but to follow the advice of the housekeeper He Luwei and find Ding Jinzhi and his wife, hoping to use the warmth of family affection to melt Ding Mengxuan's cold heart that had frozen to sub-zero temperatures.
But it's no use. His father's sincere words and his mother's grief-stricken tears could not influence Ding Mengxuan at all.
At this time, she was despairing of all thoughts, her heart was dead, her eyes were open with a pair of lifeless eyes, and she just repeated a few words over and over again: "Let me die, let me find Cheng Lang..."
Everyone was really at their wits' end. In the end, Ding Jinzhi completely despaired of this unscrupulous, heartless daughter. He sighed and said, "Let her do whatever she wants. It's better not to raise such a dishonest, heartless daughter." !" After saying that, he staggered away, hiding his face.
Mrs. Ding was left crying so short of breath and almost fainting.
Just when the people of Ding Mansion and Hou Ye Mansion were at a loss what to do, another unexpected thing happened: Ding Mengxuan and her personal maid Qiyu suddenly and mysteriously disappeared! And what happened was such a coincidence.
It happened one night. It happened that He Yuting was not in the mansion that day, Ying Chuanlin happened to be out on business, and the key guards and elite martial artists in the mansion also happened to be out of the mansion either on official business or on private matters.
In a word, that day was the day when the guards in the Marquis' Mansion were the most relaxed. Therefore, the thief succeeded easily: so easily that he robbed two living people from the overlapping and row upon row of deep houses, and no one was aware at the time.
It can be said that Ding Mengxuan's master and servant disappeared mysteriously and silently - as if they had evaporated from the world without leaving any trace.
Family scandals should not be made public. Princess Chang Qing had no choice but to ask Ying Chuanlin, He Luwei and others to investigate secretly and not to disclose it to the outside world.
Therefore, in addition to several important figures in the Houye Mansion and the Ding Mansion, as well as Princess Huanyu and others from the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice (Princess Huanyu has a deep love for Princess Changqing's aunt and nephew and talks about everything), the young lady of the Houye Mansion There were very few people in the capital who knew about the disappearance.
More than half a month has passed after conducting overt and covert investigations, but there is still no news. The whereabouts of Ding Mengxuan's master and servant, whether they are alive or dead, have become a suspense in the hearts of everyone who knows about it.
But Ying Chuanlin, the martial arts master of Lord Hou's Mansion, came back late that day. When he hurried back to Lord Hou's Mansion, it was already sunset and dusk.
There were very few pedestrians on the street, and most of them were in a hurry and in low spirits; but Ying Chuanlin, like most people, was also lazy and listless.
Suddenly, his relaxed heartstrings suddenly tightened, because at this time he found a person in front of him who was slowly parsing out from the turbulent flow of people and walked slowly in front of him.
"Senior brother, it's been a long time." The visitor said with a pair of cold, distant eyes and a solemn tone.
Ying Chuanlin regained his composure, narrowed one eye, and said in a teasing tone: "Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Ling Junma! I'm really flattered by the fact that Jun Ma is calling me "senior brother". I can’t bear it!”
Ling Yun rolled his eyes and was too lazy to pay attention to his sarcastic tone. He just said solemnly: "This is not the place to talk. There is a teahouse in front. I wonder if Master Ying can show my favor and move there?"
Ying Chuanlin hesitated slightly and nodded silently.
The two of them sat down in the teahouse. Ying Chuanlin's eyes were dark and he said coldly: "Just say what you have to say."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Ling Yun's lips, and he suddenly said: "Tell me, was it you who arranged the man in black who went to Lord Marquis's house to kidnap the young lady that night?"
Ying Chuanlin was stunned for a moment, "What...what do you mean?"
Ling Yun said calmly: "Senior brother, you and I grew up together, and we don't know each other! Do you think it's necessary to pretend in front of me?"
Ying Chuanlin's heart suddenly twitched, and he blurted out: "How do you know that the man in black who kidnapped the young lady that night was arranged by me?"
Ling Yun raised his chin slightly and said in a cold voice: "Senior brother, you are not asking for trouble now."
"You!..." Ying Chuanlin knew he had made a mistake and was speechless for a moment.
Ling Yun raised his sword eyebrows and said, "Why, senior brother, do you still want to deny it? That night the thieves attacked and the Marquis's house was in an uproar. I would like to ask you, Master Ying, where was Master He's most valued and capable general at that time?"
Ying Chuanlin's eyes flashed, and he paused for a moment before saying, "The Marquis had something very important to do that day, so he sent me out on business."
Ling Yun curled his lips and said, "Really? Oh, what a coincidence!"
Ying Chuanlin said angrily: "Ling Yun, what do you mean? Based on this alone, can you conclude that I did those things? Then your Ministry of Punishment's Shangshu Mansion's decision on the case is too hasty and arbitrary, right?"
Ling Yun calmly said: "I didn't say that. I just said that some things are too coincidental! It happened that that night you were on business with the martial artist, and Lord He happened to be not in the house, and there happened to be a thief with evil intentions. , and the thief was so lucky that he found the boudoir of the young lady of the Marquis Mansion with ease..."
"Ling Yun, you are powerful enough." Ying Chuanlin could not withstand the opponent's aggressive momentum and was defeated.
Ling Yun raised his lips and said: "The time, place, and people are all right, and for martial master Ying, there are motives, opportunities, and abilities for this matter, not to mention that everything is too coincidental - sometimes there are too many coincidences, then It’s a deliberate arrangement, and I can’t even doubt it!”
Ying Chuanlin lowered his eyelids feebly, covering the unknown emotion in his eyes, and said with a wry smile: "So what if I admit this? At worst, you can report me in front of Lu Wenzheng, and at worst, I, the Marquis' Mansion, If you don't want to be a martial artist anymore, go and serve Gang Leader Li!"
"Gang Leader Li?..." Ling Yun's smart eyes turned and he murmured: "It turns out that he is not dead after all..."
Ying Chuanlin was stunned for a moment and said: "It seems that you know all those things... Alas, Commander Ling is worthy of being Commander Ling. He is indeed well-informed and quick-thinking!"
Ling Yun ignored Ying Chuanlin's somewhat mocking tone, but asked while the iron was hot: "So, can Master Ying tell me what's going on with He Chenglin?"
