Chapter 187 Shen Qing, I Regret It, Let's Make Peace

After listening, Shen Qing had no expression on his face, "You just reaped the fruits of your own labor."

Lin Xuefu's original intention was to burn the wife of Yangling Marquis and Mu Ziqian to death, but unexpectedly, it burned herself in the end.

Shen Qing stood up and walked to the Eight Immortals Table, sent away all the maids in the room, and then looked at Chan Yi, "How is Lin?"

The wife of Yangling Marquis had been crazy for more than half a month, and there was no sign of improvement after seeing several doctors, but she suddenly got better last night, which was actually Shen Qing's work.

A few days ago, Shen Qing gave Qin Luan a pill that could temporarily restore people's sanity, but the price was the life of the wife of Yangling Marquis. This pill was made by Fu Yi after a lot of effort.

In other words, everything that happened in Yangling Marquis's mansion last night was designed by Shen Qing and Qin Luan, in order to make the wife of Yangling Marquis and Lin Xuefu fight each other. Even if the wife of Yangling Marquis went directly to Hongyan Hall last night, she would be "abducted" by Qin Luan's people on the way. Mu Ziqian's brain was not only disliked by the wife of Yangling Marquis, but also disbelieved by Shen Qing and Qin Luan.

"She is unconscious now. Yangling Marquis has already started to prepare for her funeral. I think it will happen today."

Shen Qing nodded. The wife of Yangling Marquis had hired someone to kill her, but now she died in her hands. It was also the cycle of fate.

After breakfast, Shen Qing went to Shen Yian to see if there was anything she could help with.

Before, the etiquette of the Marquis's daughter was enough for Shen Yian to handle. Now it has been promoted to the etiquette of the princess. Shen Yian felt that the things had doubled. He had already taken two days off in a row.

Xie Ling was not idle either. He was busy preparing Shen Qing's dowry during the day, and asked about the embroidery of the wedding dress and phoenix crown before going to bed every day.

There was only one month left, and all the progress had to be accelerated.

Even Shen Zhao, who was still in school, would follow Xie Ling to count the dowry after school every day. After all, he was a ten-year-old adult and had to learn to share the pressure for his mother.

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Yangling Marquis's Mansion.

One fire after another was not put out until dawn.

Seeing that the already empty warehouse was now completely turned into a pile of ashes, Yangling Marquis wanted to pull Lin Xuefu out and whip her corpse.

"This vicious woman is still not at peace after death. It's simply an injustice!"

Yangling Marquis was so angry that his blood surged up, and finally he spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

At the last moment of coma, Yangling Marquis was still thinking: Yangling Marquis's family assets had been emptied by Shen Qing, and now so much was burned by fire. How could he have money to repair and repair it!

Mu Ziqian was not having a good time either. After being carried out of Hongyan Hall by a servant in the middle of the night, he wanted to stay in Qifu Hall for a night, but he was told that the fire in Qifu Hall was bigger than his place, and the wife of Yangling Marquis had inhaled a lot of smoke, and now only had her last breath.

Mu Ziqian had nowhere to go, so he had to find a clean wing room to stay in temporarily. The rooms on both sides were the dying wife of Yangling Marquis and Qingzhu who had just had a miscarriage.

The baby in Qingzhu's belly was not saved after all.

Originally, when Qingzhu had just started bleeding last night, Doctor Zhang said that he could try his best to save her, but he didn't expect that a fire suddenly broke out in the second half of the night, and the unconscious Qingzhu was carried around by the servants. After a lot of tossing, the baby was miscarried directly.

Mu Ziqian was so angry that he had a headache, but he was tired after all, and fell asleep soon.

However, not long after he fell asleep, he was awakened by the servant: "Sir, something happened to Aunt Lin, do you want to go and take a look?"

Mu Ziqian stood up with a gloomy face, "She has always been the one who harmed others, what can happen to her?"

The servant was frightened and silent, but he still didn't know what Mu Ziqian was thinking about Lin Xuefu now, so he quickly added: "Sir, Aunt Lin is gone, burned to death in the west wing."

Mu Ziqian was stunned, and his expression was stunned for a long time before he reacted and stood up and walked out the door.

For Lin Xuefu, Mu Ziqian now didn't know what kind of feelings he had. He hated her to the extreme and resented her to the extreme, but in his heart, he had two old feelings and was hard to let go.

However, when Mu Ziqian saw Lin Xuefu's body that had been burned beyond recognition, the two old feelings instantly turned into strong disgust, and then he vomited directly in disgust, and then asked someone to quickly throw Lin Xuefu's body into the mass grave.

Just after returning from Lin Xuefu, another bad news came from the wife of Yangling Marquis. The wife of Yangling Marquis was dying.

Mu Ziqian hurried over and saw that the wife of Yangling Marquis was holding the bed sheet with a distorted face, as if she was in great pain. It was not until she saw Mu Ziqian that her expression eased a little.

No matter how disappointed the wife of Yangling Marquis was with Mu Ziqian, he was still her son who had grown up with her. When she was dying, the wife of Yangling Marquis tightly grasped his hand and said with difficulty: "Qian'er, mother is leaving, you must remember... be careful, especially Lin Xuefu... you must never trust her again."

Mu Ziqian nodded and agreed: "Mother, don't worry, Lin Xuefu is dead, and no one will hurt you in the future..."

As he said this, his voice was choked with sobs, "Mother, I only have you left, please don't leave me again."

The wife of Yangling Marquis was about to die, and Lin Xuefu completely turned from a white moonlight into a hatred in his heart. Yangling Marquis had been extremely disappointed in him for a long time. Looking at the huge Yangling Marquis Mansion, Mu Ziqian couldn't find a trustworthy person.

Madam Yanglinghou shook her head, full of regret: "Qian'er, mother regrets so much, if... we hadn't targeted Shen Qing, it would have been better..."

If she had not believed in the wrong person, she would still be the noble Madam of Yangling Marquis, her son would be the future Marquis, and her daughter-in-law would be the legitimate daughter of the Marquis. She would have been glorious throughout her life, but now, everything has come to nothing...

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Shen Qing learned of the death of Mrs. Yanglinghou in the afternoon, and also received an invitation to express condolence.

To be honest, Shen Qing was a little surprised. After all, everyone in the Yanglinghou Mansion had always regarded her as a scourge and wanted to get rid of her quickly. Now that they had finally sent her away, they invited her back to attend the funeral of Mrs. Yanglinghou. Are Marquis Yangling and Mu Ziqian crazy?

Shen Yi'an accepted it happily, "Go! You must go! Go in style! Let those idiots in the Mu family take a good look at how good your life has been since you left the Yangling Marquis Mansion!"

If it were anyone else, Shen Yi'an would still sigh and say, "The dead are the most important." But now that the person he was dealing with was Mrs. Yanglinghou, he would only say that he deserved it.

Before Shen Qing could say anything, Xie Ling also looked in agreement, "Yes, Qingqing, your father is right, mother will go with you tomorrow."

Shen Qing smiled and agreed. Madam Yanglinghou was dead, so she should go back and take a look.

Early the next morning, Shen Qing followed Xie Ling to the Yanglinghou Mansion. Because he expected that Yanglinghou and his son would most likely cause trouble, Shen Qing took Fuyi with her today.

Sure enough, as soon as they arrived at the Yangling Hou Mansion, a slightly unfamiliar maid came over to tell her that Aunt Qiu wanted to see her.

If Shen Qing remembers correctly, this maid should be the third-class maid of Hongyan Hall, and her presence is not high on weekdays.

A flash of understanding flashed in Shen Qing's eyes, and she turned around to explain to Xie Ling before preparing to leave with her maid.

Xie Ling frowned and was comforted by Shen Qing's "reassuring" look.

At first, the maid was indeed leading the way to Qiyun Yuan, but halfway through, she started to go astray.

Shen Qing didn't move and said with a smile: "Little girl, this is not the way to Qiyun Courtyard."

The maid panicked, but fortunately Mu Ziqian had already come over. After receiving the permission, she quickly turned around and ran away.

Shen Qing looked at the visitor with a smile, her eyes were black and blue, the whites of her eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, and her face was extremely gloomy. After not seeing each other for a few days, Mu Ziqian had become much more haggard, and Shen Qing was very happy.

Today, Shen Qing was wearing a goose-yellow brocade dress, which added a bit of gentleness to her originally bright and majestic face. Mu Ziqian's eyes became even more regretful, and he spoke affectionately: "Shen Qing, I regret it. We Make peace."