Du Yanran knew that the reason why she was able to run rampant in the Du Mansion without any scruples was because of her father's love.
If she loses her father's love and is a concubine, she will die like a tree and her life in the Du Mansion will be extremely difficult.
Therefore, she could not let her father get tired of her no matter what.
Thinking of this, Du Yanran hurriedly wanted to rush up and grab her father's sleeve to beg for mercy, but Qian Da directly reached out to stop him.
"What are you doing? Dog slave, get out of my way!"
Du Yanran didn't dare to do anything to her father, but she didn't feel good about Qian Da who was trying to stop her.
Just a servant, how dare you stop her?
However, the person who answered her was Qian Da pushing her on the shoulder, causing her to take several steps back before she stabilized herself.
When she came to her senses again, her face was filled with anger and disbelief. How dared this little slave to push her just now?
Unexpectedly, before she could curse, the door of her boudoir was slammed shut, and the sound of locking reached her ears.
Du Yanran rushed forward and tried hard to open the door, but couldn't get it open.
"You bitch, you dare to bully me? Open the door quickly, I want to see my father. Father, listen to your daughter's explanation. Open the door, open the door for me."
Angrily, Du Yanran slammed the door, but there was no sound at all outside the door.
From the shock, anger and disbelief at the beginning, to the end when the voice became hoarse and fear slowly came into my heart.
what to do?
What should we do now?
If she had known that her father would be so angry, she would not have disobeyed him.
Thinking of this, Du Yanran suddenly burst into tears.
However, no matter how much she cried and begged, no one outside responded.
Until I was tired of crying, I fell asleep in a daze.
However, Du Yanran only felt that she had not slept for long when the sound of unlocking the door came.
Hearing the sound of unlocking, Du Yanran suddenly became happy.
She knew that her father would not be angry with her.
Thinking of this, Du Yanran quickly wiped away the tears on her face and stood up despite the numbness in her legs.
However, as the door was pushed open, an old servant woman with wrinkles came in.
She also held a bowl of steaming soup in her hand. Du Yanran knew it was a soup because the strong smell of medicine in the bowl filled the tip of her nose.
As long as the taste does not disappear, you will know that this bowl is definitely medicine.
When Du Yanran smelled the smell of the medicine, her expression suddenly changed, and she hid behind her with caution.
"Who are you? What do you want to do with the decoction? Is it the person from the Buddhist hall who sent you? Let me tell you, even if I am punished by my father, it will not be her turn to be happy."
When there was no way to retreat, Du Yanran shouted at the old servant in a high-pitched voice.
The old servant woman didn't say anything, she just stepped forward and pinched Du Yanran's face, causing her to open her mouth in pain, and then directly drank the soup in her hand.
Du Yanran felt that the hands pinching her face were like two iron rods, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear.
But what hurts more is the decoction being poured directly into the throat.
The soup must have been fried just now. Such a hot soup was poured down his throat. Du Yanran's voice was so hot that it was hoarse from crying, but now it was difficult to spit out a single word.
When there was no trace of the soup left in the bowl, the old servant waited for a moment before letting go.
As soon as Du Yanran let go, she stretched out her fingers and clasped her throat, trying to induce vomiting of the decoction she had poured into her stomach.
However, before she could retch a few times, she felt pain in her stomach like a knife.
Du Yanran suddenly became scared. She didn't want to die. She was still young and she didn't want to die.
As the pain quickly spread throughout her body, she rolled on the ground in pain.
Soon, a warm current flowed down from her stomach, and the white dress under Du Yanran was gradually stained with blood.
Du Yanran felt the smell of blood filling the tip of her nose, and wondered in a daze, was she really going to die?
Seeing her appearance, the old servant woman nodded with satisfaction, picked up the bowl with the soup and medicine, turned around and walked out the door.
As the old maid walked out of the door, two tall and thick maids walked in. They stripped Du Yanran clean, put on clean clothes, and threw her on the bed.
After covering himself with a quilt, he retreated directly.
Du Yanran spent a day and night in a daze, and then woke up from hunger.
She originally wanted to get up and call someone, but her whole body seemed to be cramped and she didn't have the strength to get up at all. Apart from the faint sound in her throat, she could not hear what she was saying.
Du Yanran felt all this and panicked and wanted to raise her hands to cover her throat, but she couldn't move for a long time.
Du Yanran secretly resented the thought that she had been given decoction and medicine to make her look like this.
Don't let her have a chance to turn over, she will definitely make the old slave suffer a hundred times a thousand times what she suffered.
But of course, Du Yanran was overthinking all this.
Nowadays, it is difficult for her to even move her body, not to mention that after the old servant did this, Mrs. Du rewarded her with a sum of money and left the Du Mansion.
Du Baicheng also didn't expect that under his nose, he could actually let Mrs. Du change the medicine he gave his daughter Du Yanran to beat the baby.
Mrs. Du naturally changed the medicine for child-free medicine, but the amount of medicine in her bowl was several times more than normal.
As long as you drink it, even if you don't bleed to death, you may have difficulty giving birth in the future, or you may never be able to conceive a child again, which is very possible.
As for Mrs. Du, it would be a pity if Du Yanran died of a collapse like this.
After all, rather than killing Du Yanran all at once, torture her slowly would make her feel more comfortable.
If Du Yanran died so easily, how could she be worthy of the Buddhist sutras she had recited and the Bodhisattvas she had knelt before over the years?
When Du Fu found out that his daughter had taken the medicine and the child had been aborted, he no longer cared about anything else and concentrated on dealing with Yang Yu and finding the whereabouts of the informer.
Yang Yu was originally very confident, but on the day when Du Yanran was supposed to come, Du Yanran didn't show up.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he immediately went out for a walk, and found that indeed, Master Du was back.
Yang Yu was happy and a little worried at the same time. He was happy that he could finally meet people face to face, but he was also worried that everyone knew everything about him and Du Yanran. He could laugh out loud. He felt that he was a grown man and could
How capable is it to sleep with a wealthy lady?
But does he dare to smile like this in front of Master Du?
He didn't even dare to let Mr. Du know about his relationship with Du Yanran.
Even though he was uneasy, Mr. Du did not come to question him.
Yang Yu's originally worried heart finally slowly calmed down.
But Du Yanran no longer came to see him, and she felt sad in her heart.
Could it be that after so many days, Du Yanran's feelings for him were just meager?