Chu Qiluo untied the rope that she had just tied and handed the mourning clothes to Uncle Fu who was standing aside after giving out the mourning clothes: "Where is Dong Ling?" Dong Ling was her personal maid, and she could only leave her there because of her mother's illness.
Going to Beijing would be much easier if she was here.
"Winter Spirit suffered from the cold in prison...but it's not a serious problem. He will be fine after just two days of training."
"Then we won't wait for her." Let's go see her after we're done! Chu Qiluo knew that the longer the poison was delayed, the less important clues she would be able to find, so she took out the silver needle and decided to take action immediately.
"What are you going to do!" The second lady, who had been kneeling on the ground and crying, suddenly rushed forward, tightly grabbed her sleeves with several holes burned, and cried miserably: "The master has left, what are you going to do?
What! You are being disrespectful!"
Chu Qiluo was anxious in her heart, and secretly warned herself not to mess up her position at this time. If she was usually the second mother, she would be able to deal with it no matter how unreasonable she was, but at this time, the matter was urgent and she couldn't care about that much. She gave Uncle Fu a wink.
Uncle Fu stopped in front of the two of them knowingly and carefully took her hand away: "Second Madam, you..."
The second lady who had been pulled away from Chu Qiluo's side suddenly got angry and hit Uncle Fu hard with her body. Chu Qiluo was unprepared and staggered and fell heavily on Chu Jinxuan's lap.
There was a click, and Chu Jinxuan's body, which had been fine before, was cracked by the pressure, and dark purple blood flowed all over the floor.
Chu Qiluo's previously injured script was better now, and now this side has returned to its original state. Her face turned pale with pain, and she barely stood still and shouted: "Uncle Fu, pull her away!" After seeing clearly her father underneath her,
The corpse was in a miserable state, his face changed drastically, and he was extremely angry. He pointed at Erniang and cursed: "Be more honest! Now that daddy is gone, I will be the master of the Chu family. You'd better stay here, otherwise I will tell you where to go."
Where are you going back and forth!”
According to the rules of the Chu family, the wife has no right to run the family. When a family member dies, the family will be passed on to the legitimate son or daughter. Chu Qiluo is the legitimate daughter, so she naturally has the highest power.
And the second lady was the oiran of Goulan Court before... The second lady's face turned pale, her eyes widened and she was stunned for a moment, then she suddenly started throwing a tantrum and sat on the ground crying: "Unfilial daughter! You dared to treat me as my second wife right after I left."
Yelling..." The excessive makeup was washed away by tears, and the thick foundation made the face look mushy, making the whole face look weird.
She suddenly fell silent, lying on the ground looking forward, her body still maintaining the same playful posture just now, her eyes were angry, but she could only move her eyeballs.
Withdrawing the hand that touched her acupuncture points, Chu Qiluo stood with her hands behind her back and sternly swept from left to right: "Just do what I say, and if there is any disobedience, you will be dealt with according to the family rules!"
This time, even the crying subsided, and her ears were finally quiet. Chu Qiluo solemnly picked up the silver needle and burned it on the fire. Without looking at her father, she could no longer distinguish the original face, in his throat.
Pricked it in gently.
The silver needle slowly changed color, from green to purple. Purple was extremely pure without a trace of foreign color. Could it be that she had guessed wrong? Chu Qiluo frowned and stabbed another needle in his chest and abdomen. The silver needle
Still the same.
This was strange. She frowned, closed her eyes slightly, tapped her fingertips on the wooden board, pursed her lips tightly, and her whole person exuded a hostile aura that kept strangers away.
"Use this." A cold voice interrupted her thoughts. Chu Qiluo opened her eyes, only to see a finger-width dagger flying diagonally and piercing the wood at her hand. She could tell that the person was exactly
Ye Langxie had no doubt, but he knew that he had misunderstood him before, and now he didn't know how to get along with him, so he lowered his eyes and thanked him in a low voice.
"Sister!" But it was Chu Yiyi who screamed: "You want to disembowel your father! You must not!" It turned out that she had been following Ye Langxie.
Is she the same as her mother? Chu Qiluo's sharp eyes glanced at Chu Yiyi, and her usual gentleness was gone.
Uncle Fu was a little embarrassed: "Miss... I just passed away... I have to wait for the autopsy to be done after the widower comes..."
Waiting for Wuzuo to come? Chu Qiluo sneered. By the time Wuzuo comes, everything will be too late! If there is still a trace of clues by then, she will chop off her head and give it to them! But how do they know these things? She turned away and ignored it.
The dagger was burning red and he was ready to strike. The knife should not be missed at all. If the force was too strong, the chest would be completely broken and there would be nothing to check.
"Your Majesty, please help me stop her." No one believed her. Only he was willing to lend her something. She trusted no one except him.
Sure enough, Chu Yiyi calmed down immediately. It seemed that Ye Langxie had restrained her.
The hot red dagger instantly returned to its original color after leaving the flames. It seemed to be made of top-notch pure iron. Chu Qiluo narrowed her eyes slightly. The dagger was as thin as a cicada's wing. When she cut Chu Jinxuan's abdomen, she did it without using much force.
The effect she expected...cutting iron like clay, a good knife.
Carefully opening a wound, she let all the remaining blood flow out. The blood inside was still bright red, but it was beginning to solidify. When the blood drained away, she gently stabbed a finger-long silver needle deep into the body.
The silver needles had no different color. But just in case, she stabbed several silver needles in other places in succession, but just like before, the silver needles remained the original color without any change.
Chu Qiluo held her silver needle and stared at the sun for a long time, her eyes sore and filled with tears. Tears slid down her cheeks and she did not change her posture.
Everything around her had gone away. She just stared at the silver needle between her fingers. The silver needle that the master gave her could detect strange poisons in the world. It was impossible that it could not detect even Qian Ziji. In this case, at this moment
The silver needle that did not change color meant that the poison was not taken by Daddy himself. Someone else might have choked it down his throat by pouring it down, or even sprinkled it all over him. No matter where her silver needle pricked, it would change color. Only inside her body, it was
If you take poison, you will be harmed, and you will know it with just one sting.
She stared for too long, leaving only a halo of darkness, gold and black replaced each other, but she didn't move at all. Her mind couldn't help but think of her father's calm expression at that time, his sad and see-through eyes... His tone of voice that almost told the funeral...
Keeping everything simple, he had even considered everything behind him...but she shed more and more tears.
A pair of big hands passed through her back to block the sunlight from penetrating her: "Stop looking, your eyes will be ruined if you look at her again."
Smelling the reassuring breath on his body, she smiled slightly: "You guessed it, right? Tell me, who is it?" She leaned gently on his chest, raised her head and looked at him with a smile with tearful eyes, but
He couldn't bear to stare: "Tell me, who is it?"
Ye Langxie hugged her gently, unable to say anything to comfort her. If he had to say it, it would be his own fault, wouldn't it? He had harmed so many people, and it was all his own fault that he ended up like this, and he had no one to blame. But now Chu
Qiluo was emotionally unstable and couldn't say these words.
"Reward me with the title of princess, grant me a beautiful marriage, and lay out this killing move when everyone is relaxed. How perfect." She whispered softly in his ear, like a sweet whisper between lovers: "Knowing that I
Dad was wronged, but he would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go... Is this the imperial power?"