Finally getting away safely, Feng Weihuan returned to the room and let out a long breath.
Suddenly remembering something, she quickly shouted "Qiqiao" again.
Qiqiao appeared immediately and responded quickly as never before: "Princess, did you call me?"
"Please Su Nian -" Thinking that Su Nian must be taking care of the little guy, Feng Weihuan immediately changed his mind and said, "Call Feng Qing to come over."
After half a cup of tea, Feng Qing appeared in Feng Weihuan's yard.
"Is there a plaster that is very effective in treating bruises? Please find a way to send a box to Mr. Nan's house." She was in such a hurry to say goodbye that she forgot about Nan Ming's foot injury.
"Yes." Feng Qing took the order and left.
The wind was happy with this incident, so he took a bath and went to bed with peace of mind.
Maybe he slept too much during the day, and tossed and turned in the second half of the night, unable to fall asleep. When he finally fell asleep, he faintly heard crying again.
The crying sound came from far away, and Feng Weihuan saw the person clearly. She was a woman dressed as a maid, and she also noticed that this was a strange courtyard.
Have you dreamed?
But isn’t this scene too real?
Just as she was wondering, she saw the crying maid pushing the door open and entering the house. She was locked out and could only hear the conversation inside.
"Fu Bao, have you got the medicine? Ahem." The woman in the room had a hoarse voice and was short of breath. She thought she was seriously ill.
"Miss, Grandma Wang won't give me medicine..."
"Why?"
"She said today is a happy day and she can't make medicine because it's too unlucky."
"Is there a happy event in the prime minister's house?"
There was suddenly no sound in the room. After a while, the little maid replied with sobs: "Yes, the prime minister is getting married today... Miss, don't be too sad."
"Ahem—" the woman coughed.
"Miss, miss! You blame me for talking too much, wuwu..."
"Fu Bao, cough - give me a glass of water."
"well……"
The sound of water pouring into the porcelain came from the room.
"Miss, please drink slowly."
"Fu Bao, is he marrying Prince Yu's daughter, Princess Yongtai?"
"Miss, it turns out you know..."
"I'm just sick, not stupid. The prime minister of Dayong, the prince's direct daughter who controls the army of Dayong, is a good match...ahem——"
"Miss, please stop talking and have a good sleep. I-I will go and beg the Prime Minister, he will not ignore you..."
"What do you ask him for? Don't ask anyone, that's all."
"But... you are so ill, how can you do it without taking medicine?"
"It's nothing more than death. Everyone will die. It's just the difference between sooner or later."
"Miss, don't say that..."
"Fu Bao, please go out and let me take a nap."
"Okay, miss, please have a good rest."
The door was opened again, and light suddenly poured in, illuminating the pale and faintly blue face of the woman on the bed.
Feng Weihuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning, frightened and frightened.
This face——
Exactly like her!
The little maid left, and she didn't know whether to continue begging for help or to find a place to cry.
Feng Weihuan stood at the door for a while, then slowly stepped forward and opened the door.
The woman on the bed did not fall asleep as she said just now, but sat weakly against the bed, with the corners of her mouth curved and a sarcastic and sad smile.
"Linze, you shouldn't have locked me up..."
Smiling and laughing, tears fell down.
A dagger appeared in the woman's hand at some point, and without hesitation, she stabbed herself in the chest with the dagger.