Zhuang Liebing took care of the blood stains on his hands and then hurried back to Yu Mansion.
At noon, he met servants and maids along the way. Everyone greeted him, just like every ordinary day, which gave him the illusion that he had just come out of the room.
But everything is different.
Now that Mr. Qiu is dead, he and Wen Xian no longer have to worry about the past.
He couldn't wait to go to Huixiang Pavilion and tell Wen Xian about this so that she could let go of her tight heartstrings.
Because there were many servants on the road, he could not go straight to Huixiang Pavilion, so he took many twists and turns along the way.
First enter the curved water verandah, then enter the back garden, and finally pass through the flower path, heading south, then circle back to the back garden, and run straight to the Huixiang Pavilion.
After going around like this, it was half an hour before we entered the Huixiang Pavilion.
Mrs. Liang had finished her breakfast and was about to take the food box and secretly go to the partition to deliver food to her daughter and son-in-law. She happened to bump into Zhuang Liebing coming in, which frightened her until she turned pale.
He lowered his voice and yelled: "Li Bing! It's broad daylight, what are you doing here? You're so eye-catching!"
"Wen Xian, I'll talk after we enter the stone room with you."
When the two of them entered the stone chamber, Zhuang Liebing made it clear to Yu Chutian and Zhao Wushan about the plot he had set up last night and how to push Qiu down to the Skull Ridge this morning.
Mrs. Liang held her chest, let out a long breath, raised her eyebrows and smiled.
"Li Bing, you did a great job! That shrew should have been killed three years ago when she had control over you and me. Now that she has been allowed to live for three more years, it is a great gift! She then
Even if you die, you won’t suffer any loss at all!”
Yu Chutian held on to the bowl of Bijing porridge and drank it slowly, while her quiet eyes stared blankly at the glazed lamp in the room.
Suddenly he frowned and asked: "Dad, has anyone noticed this?"
Realizing that she was caring about him, Zhuang Liebing felt warm in his heart and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Chu Tian. There was no one in the backyard at midnight last night. I checked carefully around and around, and there was no one there. The Skeleton Ridge is an even more dangerous place. At the fifth watch, besides me and the Qiu family, there was only one person.
The mountains are filled with birds and beasts screaming. On such a cliff as high as 1,000 feet high, a woman like the Qiu family will definitely die."
Yu Chutian's brows were still frowning.
"Although the cliff is high, there are woods under it. If Mr. Qiu fell among the branches and died, wouldn't it be a big disaster?"
"Although there are woods, there are also mountain beasts. Besides, I stabbed her in the back with such a deadly blow. If she can still live, I will respect her!"
Zhuang Liebing thought of the power of the dagger and the sticky blood that was instantly covered with it, and spoke with determination.
Mrs. Liang said to her daughter:
"Chu Tian, don't scare yourself. Now that Qiu is dead, we have to think carefully about how to deal with Yu Weiyin next."
Seeing that my son-in-law was just eating in silence without saying a word, I couldn't help but ask: "Wu Shan, what can you do?"
Zhao Wushan put down the porcelain spoon in his hand and placed it in the white jade bowl.
He cast his eyes on Mrs. Liang's raised abdomen and said, "Mom, is it time to deal with the child in your belly now?"
Ms. Liang was shocked when she heard this. Indeed, logically speaking, she should give birth in less than two months.
If it is not disposed of in time, the production will definitely be hidden from the eyes and ears of the public.
With a flash in his eyes, he asked: "How to deal with it? Do you mean to ask me to blame Yu Weiyin? But after all, I have no children in my belly. If I have a miscarriage, it can be justified, but I have to blame Yu Weiyin.
But it’s a little difficult.”
He thought to himself, "I am now confined in the museum, and she is always wary of me. She has never interacted with me at all, so naturally she will not step into the Huixiang Pavilion. How can I put the blame on her?"
"Mom, you are smart all your life, but you are confused for a moment! If she doesn't come, you should devise a clever way to make her have to come."
Mrs. Liang saw that he was confident and asked anxiously: "What kind of trick? I don't have an idea right now. Since you have an idea in mind, Wushan, you might as well say it directly."
Zhuang Liebing and Yu Chutian also looked over, and a smile appeared on Zhao Wushan's lips.
"I have been thinking about it these past few days, why I was transferred to Yongxing Silk and Satin Village, and why Father Zhuang was summoned back to Li County by a letter from Qiu. Later, Chef Na You just left. All these plans were determined.
It was decided by Yu Weiyin. That bitch probably guessed that we poisoned Yu Song at that time.
"It is conceivable that the person she cares about the most is that old immortal Yu Song."
Liang was still puzzled.
"Even so, so what?"
"Mom, since she has someone she values, this is her weakness!"
Zhao Wushan smiled grimly, "Why don't you send a message to Yu Weiyin, saying that Yu Song has been poisoned with a colorless and odorless poison, and now he is in danger. Ask her to come to Huixiang Pavilion and tell her what happened. Otherwise,
She won't even know how his father died."
"This...if she asked a medical officer to take the old thief Yu Song's pulse, wouldn't that be leaked?"
"Since it is a colorless and odorless poison, how could it be leaked so easily?"
Zhao Wushan's delicate face was filled with a cold smile.
"This is a psychological attack.
"Even if the medical officer takes a pulse and says that Yu Song is fine, guess what, if Yu Weiyin cares about that old man, will she come to Huixiang Pavilion? As long as she enters Huixiang Pavilion, mother, please order your slaves to stand around
, just say a few bad words to her, provoke her to take action, and then fall down in front of her.
"Hmph, after this fall, the nearly eight-month-old fetus will fall out, and it must be a fully formed male fetus! This will make Yu Song feel heartbroken and dissatisfied with Yu Weiyin!"
As soon as these words came out, not only Liang, but also Zhuang Liebing felt puzzled.
"A male fetus? Wushan, what you said is outrageous. Where can we find a stillborn fetus in such a short period of time? Does it have to be a male fetus?"
Zhao Wushan glanced at Yu Chutian and saw a clear smile in her eyes, and couldn't help but sigh:
"Oh, it turns out that my wife and I care about each other. Please help me solve this puzzle!"
Yu Chutian then curled her lips and said: "Father, mother, there are many Chu houses in Qinlou, Tongcheng, and there are also many prostitutes in the streets and alleys. Every day, there are always a few prostitutes with big bellies, abandoned babies, and countless stillborn babies. We
Just find a confidant to handle this matter, and when it is done, send this person away from Tongcheng and it's over. What's so difficult about this?"
Mrs. Liang suddenly woke up, looked at Zhuang Liebing, and couldn't help stroking her palms and sighing.
"My daughter and son-in-law are smarter! When the evil barrier in my belly falls off and someone takes the bloody corpse to old thief Yu Song, he will be so angry that his eyes will burst! Hahahaha...
"At that time, I will cry bitterly again and again, detailing how I have been left childless and miserable by that bitch Yu Weiyin. When Yu Song is angry, his heart will definitely be biased toward me and punish Yu Weiyin!
"As long as he punishes Yu Weiyin, there will be a gap between father and daughter. If we try to kill him again in the future, Yu Weiyin will not be able to save his life! This is really a great plan!"
After the plan was settled, the four of them laughed around the table, with a look of pride in their eyes.
Yu Weiyin, even if you have all your abilities this time, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape your own father's questioning!