The girl's voice was sweet and soft, as if it were silky in summer.
The overflowing tone was cold and cool, with obvious sarcasm.
She deliberately emphasized the word "loving wife".
Su Qi was in the court and learned from Tan Xiuyuan that Su Ruotang's voice had recovered.
But this was actually the first time he heard Su Ruotang speak.
In a daze, what appeared in his mind was the image of a delicate little girl carrying a candied haws and running towards him with a smile.
The little girl who looked like a glutinous rice dumpling was held in his arms.
The little girl kissed him on the face and called sweetly - Daddy!
Su Qi looked at Su Ruotang's facial features that were very similar to his beloved wife's, and said something out of nowhere, "Tang'er, can you call me daddy again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong and bit his lower lip suddenly.
The sarcasm on Su Ruotang's lips became stronger, "Prime Minister Su, if your beloved wife forgives you, it is not impossible for me to call you daddy again."
"But, do you think she will forgive you?"
When Su Qi heard this, his face suddenly turned pale.
The light in his eyes extinguished in an instant and became lifeless.
He pursed his lips, but no syllables came out.
In the past ten years, Ran'er has never entered his dream.
She must hate him so much!
How could you possibly forgive him?
Su Ruotang stood up slowly and looked at Su Qi condescendingly. His soft voice sounded cold and cold in the solemn and silent mourning hall.
"Father, I would like to give you a friendly reminder to thoroughly investigate Zhang's entry into your house back then."
The word father escaped from her red lips, and Su Qi felt that it was even colder than the title of Prime Minister Su.
He slowly closed his eyes, his eyes filled with bitterness and regret...
After a long time, he supported his numb body, left the ancestral hall, and called the guards.
...
Qinxinyuan.
When Su Ruotang returned from the ancestral hall, Lin Mu was already waiting in the flower hall.
Seeing her, he quickly opened the lid of the white porcelain bottle on the table.
"Miss, this is the scorpion."
Su Ruotang lowered his eyes and looked.
In the porcelain vase is a scorpion that is all black and the size of a palm.
Su Ruotang took the wooden stick on the side and fiddled with it twice.
Immediately, he said in a solemn voice: "Although this scorpion is poisonous, people who are poisoned by this scorpion will die after twelve hours."
Lin Mu's pupils tightened: "Miss, what you mean is that Ergou was indeed not bitten to death by this scorpion?"
"Then why did both the doctor and the doctor believe that he died of scorpion poison?"
A hint of coldness flashed in Su Ruotang's eyes: "The scorpion venom in him did not come from this kind of scorpion, but from refined scorpion venom."
Lin Mu took a breath of air: "Miss, I always thought there was something fishy about Ergou's death, but there is no one who is good at poisoning in the house..."
Su Ruotang's eyes fell on the scorpion in the porcelain vase, and he said solemnly: "Steward Lin, keep an eye on Mrs. Neng."
"If you find that she has contact with strange or suspicious people, report it to me immediately."
Lin Mu responded solemnly: "Don't worry, young lady, I will keep an eye on her every move."
Su Ruotang capped the porcelain bottle and asked, "Tell me in detail the situation when Mrs. Zhang appeared in my father's courtyard."
Lin Mu thought about it carefully and said, "I don't know exactly how Zhang... ended up in the prime minister's bed."
"I just remember that day, when the old slave called the prime minister to go to court, he heard Mrs. Zhang's scream."
At this point, a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face, and he paused and continued: "I thought something happened to the Prime Minister, so I opened the door and went in, only to find Mrs. Zhang sitting on the Prime Minister's bed with tears on her face, hugging the quilt. ..."
A man and a woman were alone in the same room, and they knew what was going on with their toes.
Not to mention that Mrs. Zhang had tears on her face and looked like she wanted to crash her head to death.
Su Ruotang's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly: "Is there anything strange when Su Muyao was born?"
Lin Mu shook his head: "No..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly changed the subject: "No, on the day Zhang gave birth, she had to have a midwife outside the city deliver her."
"During her pregnancy, she refused to have her pulse diagnosed on the grounds that she was of low status and did not dare to trouble the doctor."
"When the eldest daughter was born, women who had given birth said it didn't look like a child born eight months prematurely. The midwife explained that she was well-raised in her mother's womb and that the eldest daughter would be a blessed child."
"Where's the midwife?"
"He has passed away. A few years ago when he went out at night, he accidentally fell into the river and drowned."
Su Ruotang's slender fingers carelessly stroked the fat rabbit on the string.
In previous TV series or movies, the basic plot was that of a doted concubine or side concubine, and the children they gave birth to were not necessarily the legitimate owners.
She was just a little suspicious, but she never thought that Su Muyao might not be Su Qi's daughter.
The civet cat changes into a prince, and the pheasant changes into a phoenix.
Su Qi really deserves to be separated from his wife.
"Where was the woman who participated in the delivery?"
Lin Mu frowned, thought for a moment and said, "One died of illness, and the other returned to his hometown and was never heard from again."
Su Ruotang frowned slightly: "Tell father about this matter. It's his business whether he investigates it or not."
Anyway, it wasn't her who was being raped.
Lin Mu was a little unbelievable: "Small...is Su Muyao really not the Prime Minister's daughter?"
Su Ruotang lowered his eyes, played with the bracelet, and added lightly, "Yes or no, it depends on whether father is willing to investigate. If he is willing to investigate, he can also investigate what happened before Zhang entered the house. Maybe there will be additional gains."
Lin Mu's expression was a bit ugly, he responded respectfully and hurriedly retreated.
Qingwan came in with the pastries, his eyes full of contempt and disgust, "Bah, I usually dress noble and elegant, but I don't know where the pheasant came from."
"You still want to become a phoenix, and you don't even want to see if your chicken feathers are worthy of it."
"Pfft..." Su Ruotang twisted a piece of pastry between her fingertips and laughed at her words, "Pheasant, that's quite appropriate."
Qingwan approached Su Ruotang mysteriously: "Miss, do you know why Butler Lin's face looks like he's eaten a fly?"
