Chapter Fifty-six: The Plum Blossom Has Withered Before It Blooms
Mei Hong seemed to know that she had been exposed and wanted to commit suicide by taking poison, but her jaw was immediately dislocated by Bago.
"You don't want to tell me, there are probably people who are more noble than me, right?" Wan Qing asked Bage to tie her up, sat back down, and drank tea silently, with the coldness in her eyes that could not be concealed.
Mei Hong doesn't know much, but judging from the fact that Minister Chen came to make trouble last time without success, she must not be from the Sun family. Otherwise, she would have already pointed it out, and it would be impossible for her to get through with her own army.
Such long peaceful days.
And the person he offended was Princess Yu?
But this person, now locked up in a certain compound, probably doesn't have the time or the ability to turn his hands into clouds and rain.
Apart from the eldest prince and the second prince, there is no one who has a lot of contact with him and can obviously cause hostility.
Then, we need to exclude people related to these two people...
The eldest princess who is related to both princes?
This sudden title gave Wan Qing a chill down his spine.
Yes, after all calculations, she actually forgot to be wary of the eldest princess!
In the past life, the relationship between the eldest princess and Chu Luchen is unclear. I am afraid they have already been deeply in love.
And I have obviously had more contact with Chu Luchen recently. It is not an exaggeration to be remembered.
"But the eldest princess?" Wan Qing put down the tea cup and tried to detect Mei Hong's mouth tone. Unexpectedly, Mei Hong could see through it easily, and her suddenly widened eyes were looked into by both Bago'er and Mrs. Zuo.
"Take them down. I don't want to kill anyone today." Wan Qing sighed and didn't want to say more. He told her not to commit suicide, then stood up and planned to take Mo Xiang and Zhi Yuan back to her house.
Bago'er nodded and took her down.
Mrs. Zuo smiled bitterly. In fact, even the palace's informants were hidden in this mansion. She really didn't know what to say.
"Mother... I want to find another maid." Wan Qing sighed, paused, and looked at Madam Zuo.
Mei Hong had been waiting for her for a long time, but she never expected that she would end up like this.
Mrs. Zuo nodded and ordered the puppets to be burned.
Passing by the peach blossom tree and looking at the newly planted crocuses, Wan Qing sighed again.
I'm afraid, we're going to have to fight all the way.
Because she was in a bad mood, Wan Qing only ate a little of her dinner before going back to her room.
"Mo Xiang, get the guqin." Wan Qing couldn't calm down and practice calligraphy at this time. Apart from playing the qin, there was nothing else that could calm her down.
The plaintive sound of the piano hovered over Zuofu, and it was destined to be impossible to sleep that night.
At Mao o'clock the next day, Wan Qing got up early and walked to the woodshed where Mei Hong was kept.
"Mei Hong, should I still thank you..." Wan Qing smiled bitterly through the wooden door.
She thought about it carefully last night. If the eldest princess got the handle on her, she would definitely make trouble. Now she only used such small means, so the situation was caused by Mei Hong suppressing some news.
"Hmm..." Mei Hong's jaw was dislocated and she couldn't answer. She just banged against the wooden door in response.
Wan Qing sighed softly, opened the wooden door, and took Mei Hong's chin back.
I had seen Mei Hong crying yesterday, and she was already in a state of embarrassment after struggling all night. Unfortunately, this time, she had no way to survive.
"Miss, even when a person is about to die, he can speak kindly. Since Mei Hong has done something sorry for the lady, she will not argue anymore. The eldest princess Mei Hong did not say anything. Please rest assured, miss. But still
Don't have too much contact with the second prince. Be careful." Mei Hong wiped her tears and kowtowed to Wan Qing, "Mei Hong is a son of the family. Please don't drive Mei Hong's family out of the house.
For the sake of Mei Hong, please take care of me more...please miss..." Although she had already anticipated her ending when she promised the eldest princess, she just didn't expect that this day would come so soon.
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Wan Qing let out another breath and nodded with difficulty.
A trace of relief flashed in Mei Hong's eyes, and not long after Wan Qing closed the door and left, she hit the wall and committed suicide.
"Miss..." Zhiyuan rubbed Wan Qing's temples, feeling inexplicably distressed.
Wan Qing shook his head and waved the kite to push it down.
When no one was paying attention, he relaxed and lay on the desk. The peach blossoms outside the window were in full bloom, with petals flying down in the wind, revealing a beautiful scenery.
And some flowers, before they bloom, are unable to bloom anymore due to natural disasters.
Mei Hong had been with her for a long time. She thought that by marrying her to a good family in the future, she would live a good life. However, she did not expect that she would not be able to wait for this day.
"Miss, let's have a meal..." Mo Xiang brought the hot meal. Knowing that the young lady was in a bad mood, she reported it to the madam, saving her the trouble of going to the dining room.
Wan Qing twitched the corner of her mouth and ate without knowing the taste. She always felt that apart from the plum red incident, there seemed to be something else she had forgotten.
"Mo Xiang, how many days has it been since we came back?"
"It's been three days since I got back to you, miss."
Three days...ah, I actually forgot what was on the note.
It's better to go for a walk... just in case you miss anything.
"Mo Xiang, go get me a set of men's clothes." Since I don't have much appetite, let's go out and relax. It's good to get some fresh air.
Mo Xiang didn't know what the lady was planning, but she quickly took out a set of clothes that Zuo Jian had not worn yet and had been made into small clothes due to a problem with the tailor, and handed them to Wan Qing.
After putting on men's clothes, she actually looked a little too big. Wan Qing smiled bitterly and said, "Go ask Bago for a night clothes... I'll just keep wearing this coat..."
Wan Qing took the scissors, cut off some more of the hem and sleeve length, turned it inside out, and fixed it slightly with needle and thread. At first glance, nothing could be seen.
It was lunch time and Yunyuan Pavilion was not yet lively.
At a glance, you can tell that the plaque of Yunyuan Pavilion was written by a master of calligraphy. It is strong, powerful and quite grand. It can be seen clearly from a distance.
After getting closer, the couplets on both sides seem to be very interesting because they are updated every few days, and they often contain content that suits the occasion.
Yunyuan Pavilion presents a circular structural feature. The entire hall is surrounded by wooden tables to form a circular shape, maintaining the same curvature as the wing rooms on the second floor.
There is a small platform in the center, where literati often recite poems and write poems, or compete with each other by splashing ink.
"Sir, may I ask if you are invited?" A waiter from Yunyuan Pavilion came up to him. However, in Yunyuan Pavilion, you cannot call other waiters, but you still have to treat each other with courtesy.
"Liao Chuyu, Mr. Liao." Bago'er answered and gave a brief salute to the waiter.
Wan Qing followed him and smiled.
"Master, Miss Zuo is here." As they walked upstairs, a dark figure appeared in the wing.
The man who was drinking tea smiled lowly, and his mood immediately improved.