Chuntao walked into the room lightly and carefully placed the food on the table. She looked a little pale and it was obvious that she was not feeling well.
As soon as Shen Qinghe took a bite, he felt nauseous and couldn't help but want to vomit.
"What's going on?" Shen Qinghe looked at Chuntao angrily, "Did you deliberately make it so unpalatable to disgust me?"
Chuntao was startled by her reaction and quickly explained: "Miss, no, I have been feeling unwell these past few days, so I specially prepared some light meals for you."
"Is this what light food tastes like?" Shen Qinghe said reluctantly, "I think you want me to vomit on purpose!"
Chuntao's eyes were slightly red, and she tried hard to hold back her tears: "Miss, I really didn't deliberately make it unpalatable. If you are not satisfied, I can prepare it again."
"That's all, what's going on at the Shen Mansion these days?"
Reporting to Shen Qinghe in a low voice: "Miss, I just got the news that Lord Shen Hong and Luo have been punished by the court."
Shen Qinghe's wrist paused slightly, and the originally smooth sutra-copying movement came to a halt. She looked down at the bottle of Linhua Powder in her palm. The unique smell of poison was slightly emitted, as if whispering the secret of death.
"Where is Old Lady Shen?" she asked in a deep voice, her eyes calm.
"Still in a coma." Chuntao answered truthfully, with a slightly worried look in his eyes.
Shen Qinghe pursed his lips lightly, thoughts flowing rapidly in his heart.
She carefully put the Linhua Powder into her bag and whispered to Chuntao: "Go and prepare. Let's go see the old lady Shen."
Tomorrow is the day when she returns home, and she must make the family named Shen look good.
Chuntao stepped back in response, and Shen Qinghe picked up the pen again and continued to copy the scriptures.
She already has a next plan in her mind, and this plan requires her to be more calm and determined to execute it.
She looked at the Linhua Powder in her hand. She was a little anxious when she left. The poison in the room had not been cleaned yet, but naturally those bumpkins wouldn't recognize the poison.
Those people in the Shen Mansion... they all deserve to die...
Shen Qingwan sneaked into Shen Hezhi's room late at night, with anger and doubt in his eyes.
"Brother, why didn't you kill that old woman?" She asked in a low voice, her tone revealing her disappointment in Shen Hezhi.
Shen Hezhi was silent for a moment, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes: "Wan'er, it's not that I don't want to take action, but at this moment, I can't act rashly."
"My father is now in the hands of Governor Jiang, and my mother is on trial in the Ministry of Punishment. The power of the Shen family is in danger." Shen Hezhi's voice was filled with endless bitterness, "Grandma's power is our only reliance, and she cannot die."
The quarrel between Shen Qingwan and Shen Hezhi broke the silence of the night. Although their voices were low, the emotions contained in them were intense and tense.
"Brother, you must listen to me!" Shen Qingwan's voice was somewhat sincere, "As long as the old woman is poisoned, we can frame the blame on Governor Jiang and make him the target of public criticism!"
"It's too risky."
"Adventure?" Shen Qingwan said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Brother, now it's a life-or-death moment, do you still care about taking risks?"
"I know the situation is serious right now." Shen Hezhi tried to explain calmly, "but we must act in a planned manner and cannot be blindly impulsive."
Shen Qingwan could no longer listen to these words. She turned around and left angrily, returning to her room.
Shen Qingwan stood silently outside the door, her face pale and her eyes full of grievances. She sneered contemptuously and tried to wipe away her tears, only to find that they continued to fall.
She turned around and looked at Shen Hezhi's room where the candlelight was flickering, and the anger in her heart burned.
Brother, it seems you still don’t know yourself. Do you think you are a gentleman?
The fierceness in her eyes grew day by day, and the disappointment in Shen Hezhi became heavier in her heart. She once thought that Shen Hezhi was a person who could lead the family out of trouble, but now it seems that he is just a villain who is good at pretending.
Shen Hezhi is just a hypocrite who is good at hiding, a poor man who lost himself in the power struggle.
Shen Qingwan returned to the room with mixed feelings in her heart. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down her emotions.
She called her maid Zhuo Yun and ordered: "Zhuo Yun, take out the jewelry that the eldest lady left for me. I want you to pawn them."
Zhuo Yun was a little surprised, but still took out the jewelry obediently. These jewelry were left to her by the eldest lady. The eldest lady treated the young lady very well, and the young lady often talked about the eldest lady.
These things mean a lot to her.
"Miss, what exactly are you going to use the money for?" Zhuo Yun asked curiously.
Shen Qingwan thought for a moment and then slowly said: "Go to the market to buy some bamboo slips and writing brushes."
Although Zhuo Yun was a little confused, he still went to the market as instructed. She quickly bought back the bamboo slips and writing brush and placed them in front of Shen Qingwan.
Shen Qingwan's handwriting is neat and beautiful, and every word seems to contain her emotions and determination. Her brows were furrowed, and the pen in her hand was flying on the bamboo slips, copying the scriptures word for word.
The night was getting darker, and Shen Qingwan's room was brightly lit. The pen in her hand kept writing, the writing on the bamboo slips became more and more, and her heart became heavier and heavier.
Sister Zhiyi, you have always been kind, please help me.
