The old lady was extremely shocked.
She looked at her grandson who turned around neatly, and a chill spread from her heart little by little.
"Old madam, old madam, are you okay?"
Grandma Fu walked in quickly from outside, and while letting people clean up the debris on the ground, she helped people into the back room.
"I'm afraid Yan Zhou already knows something about his mother."
After a long time, the old lady spoke, her voice mixed with sighs, so low that it was almost breathless.
Aunt Fu was also stunned, thinking for a moment and said: "Old madam, what do you mean... But if the prince knew about it, how could he endure it for so many years according to his character?"
"Maybe I haven't found any evidence, maybe it's because of blood relationship, maybe..."
The old lady's eyebrows suddenly wrinkled, and then she sighed: "That's all, he didn't mention it, so I just pretended that I didn't know about it. Besides, compared to those old things, the current things should be considered more."
"That's what the old lady said."
Aunt Fu untied her hair and comforted her: "Actually, I feel that there is no need for the old lady to have a conflict with the prince because of Song Jinyin. When the prince's concubine enters the palace, someone will take care of it. With all those methods, are you afraid that you can’t deal with a little girl?”
"Besides, if the prince really cares about girl Jin Yin, how come he has been unwilling to give her a status? Speaking of which, today's anger is just the prince's temper. He doesn't want others to interfere in his affairs. If he really wants to dote on her, Madam, you also know this, and how much you know about it."
The old lady looked at the bronze mirror, and a lot of white hair floated out of her long hair. She remembered that along the way, many concubines and maids had disappeared in her hands.
If it weren't for her mistress's fierce tactics, the old man's backyard would have been filled with more than just a concubine like the third child.
"Then let's take a look. Yan Zhou hates doting on concubines and destroying wives. He will never do anything more outrageous than the boss."
...
The night was getting darker, except for people in Zhuya Courtyard who were still coming in and out, and the doors of every room were closed.
It’s just that the tranquility of the night did not last long. A series of shrill sounds echoed in the Duke’s Mansion. Although they were almost inaudible when they fell everywhere, they still made some people who knew about the matter feel terrified and uneasy.
Pei Yanzhou seemed to be wearing a layer of Rakshasa skin. Seeing the tortured person dying and the blood soaked on the ground, he still felt it was not enough.
As he raised his hand, Butler Wang handed him a handkerchief. He took it and wiped the fingertips that had touched the dead man.
"Take the rest to the dungeon. Don't worry about the blood stains here. Wait until dawn tomorrow and have them cleaned up in front of everyone."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
There was a strong smell of blood at the tip of his nose.
Butler Wang looked solemn and took the person down within a moment.
No one dissuaded the prince from what he was doing at this moment.
Everyone knows that the Crown Prince wants to give a warning to the people in the mansion. In the past, torture was rarely used in the mansion. It is not that the Crown Prince is concerned about the Duke's mansion, but that he does not take this idea seriously.
The people who were dragged down had no strength to even cry out.
Pei Yanzhou stood under the shadow of the tree, looked in the direction of the Duke's backyard, and called Xuan Er.
With such little ability, he dared to come to his courtyard out of spite and jealousy, which was really overestimating his abilities.
"After handling the matter in the courtyard over there, let Pei Jinzhi go free and let him return home before the end of the year."
"Yes, I understand."
If you want to ruin Song Jinyin's face, let that person have a taste of it first, and then take a closer look at whether her lover will continue to coax her, or whether he will treat her like a scourge and not even think about trying to win over her.
When we returned to Zhuyayuan, it was much quieter inside.
Pei Yanzhou was still covered with the drizzle and cold air after dark. He was about to take a look at Song Jinyin first, but he didn't expect that the doctor from Bi Chuntang was Shen Yuhe.
The white fox fur made him look noble, and he was followed by a stern-faced medical woman. She didn't look like she was here to see a doctor, but she looked like she was robbing someone.
Pei Yanzhou's expression turned even worse.
"The common people have seen the crown prince."
He casually cupped his fists and saluted, but he looked like a lazy nobleman.
"I didn't expect that Dangtang Bi Chun Tang, one of the best medical clinics in the city, would alert the owner of the building, Mr. Shen's staff, without a doctor in charge?"
"Not really."
Shen Yuhe motioned to the doctor to come forward and check, while he stood next to Pei Yanzhou and looked at the people in the room from a distance.
"It's just that Cao Min said last time that I haven't saved many people in a year. If Miss Jinyin closes her eyes due to a new injury before her old injury heals, then do I want this sign or not?"
Pei Yanzhou raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly.
"My lord, I don't want to know anything about Doctor Shen. He just wants to treat people well. Doctor Shen shouldn't get involved in other things. It's better not to meddle in other people's affairs."
"Of course the common people dare not meddle in the prince's business, but this girl looks at..."
Shen Yuhe chuckled lightly and said sarcastically: "This girl seems to have nothing to do with the prince. Otherwise, with the prince's ability, how could he hurt her again and again in a short period of time?"
Pei Yanzhou's eyes suddenly darkened, and the gaze he met Shen Yuhe had an intimidating coldness and undisguised hostility.
The room instantly became cold.
It was obvious that the earth dragon was burned and the charcoal basin was lit, but the maids passing by inside, including Xueyu who was busy serving, also shuddered subconsciously.
"She is lying on my son's bed now. Do you think she has anything to do with me?"
With a sneer, Pei Yanzhou looked away and stepped forward to isolate the person behind him.
"Send Doctor Shen to drink tea outside."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Pei Yanzhou's mind was clear and clear.
Since Shen Yuhe brought the medical girl with him, he didn't plan to take action personally. He just didn't plan to take action personally and came here. It seemed that he had some impression of Song Jinyin.
But no one else would even think about him.
The person on the bed seemed a little uncomfortable, biting his lip and groaning, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
Pei Yanzhou strode into the back room and stopped beside the bed. When he saw her frowning, he subconsciously remembered that he seemed to be stained with blood.
The smell of rust is accompanied by a strong medicinal smell, which is indeed not pleasant.
Just as he was about to change into his robe, the person who was still sleeping grabbed a corner of his robe.
The person on the bed was still awake, but the fingertips seemed to have used a lot of force.
Pei Yanzhou looked down.
When applying medicine to Song Jinyin, Xueyu took off her outer shirt. Now she stretched out her arms and rested them on the colorful quilt, her skin was dazzlingly white.
There was a medical woman and a maid beside him, as if they were secretly observing this half-hidden scene.
Pei Yanzhou didn't like that she was being looked at, so he frowned a little tighter.
He bent down and tried to carefully remove her hand, but as soon as he lowered his eyes, he saw the red marks scratched by nails on her forearm.
The strips were of different lengths, which were particularly dazzling on her white and smooth hands.
Shicai's bloodthirsty energy surged up again little by little. He had obviously seen her once when he first carried her back, but now that he saw her again, he felt that Shicai's method was still too light.
He shouldn't beat people to death directly, he should hang them in the dungeon half-dead while holding a breath.
"I don't want to take medicine..."
A small voice came softly, pulling Pei Yanzhou out of the dark bird bit by bit.
He lowered his head and listened, then reached out to brush away the strands of hair that were wet with sweat from her forehead.
"Mom, I can heal myself. I don't want to take medicine..."
Pei Yanzhou's jaw gradually tightened, and there was a stalemate in his eyes. After a while, the turbulence stopped.
"Relax, Song Jinyin."
The man's throat was dry and his voice was hoarse when he spoke.
Seeing that the hand was always clenched tightly and the finger bones were white and protruding, he sighed softly and asked someone to bring the scissors.
