"As far as I know, Xiaowei followed Grandma Wang out of the house and never came back. Where did you take her?"
Under Lu Qing's questioning, Grandma Wang was confused: "Slave, slave, take her out of the house, she got lost...yes, yes, she ran away on her own!"
Fugitive slaves were punished by death, and the excuse that Grandma Wang made up was not very clever.
Aunt Zhong frowned when she heard this, and she directly suggested: "Your Highness, if you ask her like this, you can't tell the truth, so why not use some means."
She said this to intimidate Aunt Wang. Who doesn't know that Hemingyuan has strict rules. Aunt Zhong and Fang Jinbao can peel off anyone's skin if they want to teach them a lesson.
Grandma Wang shook her head in fear, and Ning Huayue spread her arms to block her: "It's just a maid, why don't we just get her back?! No one is allowed to touch her!"
Lu Qing couldn't communicate with her: "This is not just a matter of a maid running away. The princess must also understand the rules when protecting her shortcomings. Those who deserve to be punished must be punished. Otherwise, where are the rules?"
Ning Huayue's eyes widened angrily: "Punish her? You just want her to die! Aren't you all okay? Why are you still holding on to her? Isn't it just for me?"
Lu Qing refused to give in: "The Crown Princess has already said this, which proves that you also know what unforgivable things she has done. If this is the case, why should I forgive her because of you?"
Ning Huayue was forcibly dragged away by Lingyun with a pale face.
Yan Fuguang gave a gesture, and the servant came up with a whip with sharp barbs. Aunt Zhong rolled up her sleeves expressionlessly, preparing to punish Aunt Wang herself.
The whip fell on the body, leaving a bloody scar. The flesh and blood hung on the whip, exuding heat and the smell of blood.
After just one whip, Grandma Wang couldn't bear it anymore.
Tears streamed down the end of her eyes, and in her peripheral vision, Ning Huayue screamed and rushed towards her.
Grandma Wang didn't want to continue, so she confessed everything: "Xiaowei and Xiaowei are not dead, they were hidden in the west of the city by the slaves... The slaves confessed..."
She stopped insisting that it was an unintentional mistake, but Ning Huayue wouldn't let her do this.
"It's not your fault, why are you admitting your guilt! Mammy!"
Grandma Wang choked up and her throat became tight: "This matter is the slave's own decision and has nothing to do with the Crown Princess. Please investigate clearly, Your Highness, and please don't anger the Crown Princess..."
Once she was convicted, she would definitely die. In the end, Grandma Wang only hoped that Ning Huayue could take it out cleanly.
"The slave girl was so obsessed that she asked Xiao Wei, who was working in the garden at the time. She found out that Concubine Wei was playing with the two young masters in the garden, so she deliberately said some treacherous words in front of Concubine Qiao. Later, the slave girl even asked Xiao Wei specifically What happened in the garden.”
Recalling that time, Grandma Wang went to deliver scar lightening cream to Qiao Siyu. Qiao Siyu didn't like going out at all at that time.
Grandma Wang said: "If Concubine Wei hadn't gone out of the palace and met Concubine Ji's concubine, and the two had a dispute, you wouldn't have impulsively run in front of Concubine Ji and been hurt by her. Alas... now... You are suffering alone, while Concubine Wei is not affected at all and is playing with her children by the pond!"
Qiao Siyu touched the hideous scars on her face, filled with hatred, and went straight to the garden, whereupon the following happened.
When the dust settled, Grandma Wang felt ashen.
Ning Huayue begged relentlessly: "Mother Wang just said the wrong thing and did nothing. She was not the one who hurt Concubine Wei and the Third Young Master. Your Highness, please let her live! I can't live without my mother." !”
Frost formed in Yan Fuguang's eyes. He ignored Ning Huayue's screams for mercy and ordered: "It is not a pity to die for such a vicious person."
How could a slave's life be compared with his beloved woman and son.
With the muffled sound of the board falling on the person, Ning Huayue collapsed and fainted.
Lu Qing wrinkled her nose in discomfort, Yan Fuguang put his arm around her shoulders and took her to the bedroom.
Lu Qing did not inform him of this matter in advance, which proved that Lu Qing had already secretly searched for evidence and investigated Grandma Wang's whereabouts. Yan Fuguang was very confused.
Putting the warm tea into her hand, Yan Fuguang asked, "Why didn't you tell me right away? Isn't it difficult for one person to check for so long?"
Lu Qing touched her nose and quietly observed his expression.
"Should I check with you? I wasn't sure at first. What if I cause trouble to you?"
She was so polite, and Yan Fuguang frowned: "Causing trouble? Isn't that right? This is what I should do."
But Lu Qing didn't agree with his point of view. She shook her head and said to him seriously for the first time: "You are so busy. I don't want to leave it to you when I can handle it myself. I am already twenty-three years old, right?" Thirteen years old, I don’t need to hide behind you all the time.”
She smiled and stroked Yan Fuguang's frown, and said warmly: "You have your responsibilities, and I also have my own responsibilities. Your responsibility is to the people of the world and everyone in the house. My responsibility is not that big, only You and the kids.”
"So, let me do what I can do by myself. If I can't do it, I'll ask you for help."
For example, when looking for Xiaowei, she could leave it to Yan Fuguang instead of investigating it herself.
With his brows stretched, Yan Fuguang looked at her, his heart beating faster.
He had already admired the person in front of him thousands of times, but if he continued to look at her, he could still get some small surprises.
She was far from weak as he imagined, and she was not as innocent as he thought.
What he thought was love was to protect her closely, but she didn't seem to need him to take care of everything. This kind of care was both sweet and contemptuous to her.
"When did you start checking?"
If you ask this, does that mean you don’t care? Lu Qing said briskly: "It started after I felt less uncomfortable."
She sat close and hugged Yan Fuguang's arm. Xiaoniao leaned closer and said, "It would be great if I didn't waste that little time."
Yan Fuguang's finger immediately poked her forehead: "Didn't you promise not to blame yourself?"
Lu Qing pursed her lips: "Don't blame yourself, and you see, I will not be soft-hearted now."
Grandma Wang's voice outside became quieter and quieter, but she remained indifferent.
After today, she knew that the conflict between her and Ning Huayue would become deeper and deeper, but Lu Qing had no regrets.
She is not afraid of Ning Huayue, but she is very afraid that her child will be hurt. If she hurt her child, she would definitely get it back.
Yan Fuguang stroked the side of her face and said in a cold tone: "It's your own fault. There's no need to be soft-hearted."
There is no room for such a vicious person in the backyard. If Grandma Wang is not dead, how can his child grow up in the palace with peace of mind?
As for Ning Huayue, Yan Fuguang believed for the time being that she had no knowledge, otherwise Grandma Wang would not be the only one who would be punished today.
The snow was falling, dim candles were burning in the Heming Courtyard, the bloodstains in the courtyard were cleaned up, and the white snow was covered layer by layer, giving it a peaceful look again.
