"Uncle, this matter is my fault alone. Why did you force the princess to death?" Shen Zhiyi rushed to the door of Shen's mansion and knelt in front of uncle Shen Tian, holding the corners of his clothes tightly with both hands, tears sliding down her cheeks.
The people who had just watched the excitement had not dispersed yet, and now they were crowded around the door of Shen's Mansion, with their heads thrust in as if they were watching a big show. The scene was once very chaotic.
"Shen Zhiyi, don't you think this place is chaotic enough? Do you want to kill our whole family?"
Now it is hard for everyone to stop talking. They just hope that the turmoil in this matter can be lessened. At worst, they will push out the second room of the Shen family and say that Shen Zhiyi was ignorant and bumped into the princess. There was a misunderstanding.
But right now, Shen Zhiyi's move was undoubtedly determined to embarrass him.
"Shen Zhiyi, what do you want?" Veins popped up on Shen Tian's forehead. He glared at Shen Zhiyi who was kneeling in front of him and wanted to kick her away.
"Uncle, I know this is my fault alone and has nothing to do with the Shen family. But right now the princess is angry. What if she wants to punish our Shen family?" Shen Zhiyi said eagerly, but her tone sounded like Somewhat unsteady.
"It's too late to say this now!" Shen Hong said angrily: "I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin. You have to kill our whole family!"
"Zhiyi! Come back quickly!"
Mrs. Shen stopped the situation from expanding and ordered the group of people watching the excitement at the door to be driven away. Shen Zhiyi kept crying at the door and mumbled some words of begging for mercy.
"Someone, take her back to me!" Mrs. Shen.
If the fuss continues like this, I don't know how things will develop in the end. While things are still under control, I should shut her mouth quickly.
Shen Hong understood this and asked two servants to suppress Shen Zhiyi.
The servants dragged Shen Zhiyi away mercilessly. Her arms were tightly bound and she could not move.
There were murmurs among the crowd. The Shen family's family tradition was not upright, and such a woman who did not know etiquette came out.
Shen Zhiyi broke free and staggered back a few steps, almost falling. Her face was pale, stained with tears, and she looked very helpless. She looked up at Mrs. Shen, her voice trembling: "Grandma, please, don't beat me to death."
This cry for mercy instantly silenced the crowd watching around him. Although Shen Zhiyi's reputation is not good, he is still a junior of the Shen family. If he wants to beat someone to death, it would be a bit too much.
"Girl!" Fu Ling was so frightened that she quickly stepped forward and knelt in front of the old lady to beg for mercy.
Mrs. Shen was also stunned for a moment. Before she could speak, she saw Shen Zhiyi vomiting a large pool of blood. The red color was particularly dazzling on the bluestone.
Fu Ling screamed, hurriedly stepped forward to support Shen Zhiyi, and hurriedly took out a handkerchief from her sleeve to wipe her.
"Miss, don't leave me alone!"
"Old madam, I beg you, I beg you, please kill me and leave the young lady alive."
The people around were stunned by this scene, and the development of the matter was beyond their imagination. Shen Zhiyi clutched her chest, shaking all over in pain, and blood continued to spill from the corners of her mouth. She looked up at Mrs. Shen, her eyes full of despair and helplessness.
"Fu Ling, you damn girl, what are you talking about?"
"Old Madam Fu Ling's life belongs to the young lady. Ever since she saved the princess last time, the injuries on her body have not been cured. I beg you, please don't beat the young lady to death. Please hire a doctor for the young lady."
Fu Ling cried and knelt in front of Mrs. Shen, hugged Shen Zhiyi tightly with both hands, and burst into tears. Her words caused an uproar among the people around her. Shen Zhiyi had saved the princess before and was injured. No wonder the princess would protect her.
But this old lady is so cruel, she could even do this to her own granddaughter.
Xianqing was in a corner of Shen's mansion, watching every move here, his stomach hurt so much that he almost laughed out loud. The girl next to Miss Shen was quite good at acting. She was able to scare the crowd into running around. It was a pity to be a servant.
Mrs. Shen didn't expect that things would develop to this point. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty when she looked at the dying Shen Zhiyi in Fu Ling's arms.
"I mean, it's all grandma's fault. Get up quickly."
After saying that, Mrs. Shen had people drag Shen Zhiyi back to Shen's house and locked the door. She ordered Shen Zhiyi to be imprisoned in the Shen family's ancestral hall and asked her to face the wall and think about her mistakes.
The doctor in Shen's mansion asked someone to prescribe some anti-hemorrhage medicine and brought it over to her. Shen Hong couldn't help but vomit such a large amount of blood. Shen Hong felt something was wrong.
Shen Hong stood aside and watched Poria holding the medicine bowl and carefully feeding it to Shen Zhiyi. Her face was as pale as paper, and there were still blood stains on the corners of her mouth, making her look particularly weak. Poria's eyes were red and swollen, and tears kept falling on Shen Zhiyi's face.
"Master." Fuling raised her head and glanced at Shen Hong, choking and saying, "Miss's body has always been weak, and she was seriously injured before. I'm afraid..."
Lives are in danger.
Shen Hong didn't speak. He was silent for a moment, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall.
