Zhiqin blinked: "The third young master was originally locked in the room and was going to be sent to the village today. The fourth lady felt sorry for the third young master and went to see him off. After the fourth lady returned, the third young master was found to have been poisoned and died.
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Lin Qingran was silent for a long time, then softly said: "Sure enough!
At this point, Lin Qingran had a new understanding of Lin Qingxi's ruthlessness. In the past life, they harmed their siblings. After all, they were legitimate concubines and they were not siblings of the same mother. But in this life, in order to survive for herself, she actually managed to survive with her mother and brother.
Kill without hesitation.
Determined, ruthless, and scorpion-hearted, it’s no wonder that in his previous life, he and that bastard Dugulin could form a “true love”. They were indeed a pair of bastards born in heaven.
Lin Qingran was not surprised by Lin Qingxi's choice. Lin Qingxi was originally a selfish person, but she didn't know what Aunt Hua would do when she knew that her son was poisoned by her own daughter.
What does it feel like?
Lin Qingran admitted that her thoughts were too bad, and suddenly she had a little expectation for this answer.
Lin Qingran accepted Lin Qingxuan's death very calmly. During the subsequent funeral, he only sent Zhiqin twice on the pretext of feeling unwell, while Lin Qingyin and Lin Qingming only nodded.
He never showed up again.
As a result, the officials in the capital also realized that the legitimate son of the prime minister's house was not related to the concubine.
But no one said any gossip. Discord between concubines and concubines was never news in a big family, but everyone had also heard the news that Prime Minister Lin preferred concubines. In addition, there were vague rumors that Lin Qingxuan failed to murder Lin Qingming.
The exposed news and rumors of committing suicide out of fear of guilt also made everyone have a bad impression of Lin Qingxuan who was lying in the coffin.
Besides, he is just a concubine. If it were not for the sake of Prime Minister Lin and the Hua family, why would he need to work so hard?
On the surface, there are some people who can't calm down anymore and secretly keep moving.
Lin Qingran received a report from the spies that Huizhen County went to ul Princess Qingyun and the Hua family today.
However, Lin Qingxi also took advantage of Lin Qingxuan's death and Dugulin came to mourn her, and cried into his arms.
However, although Lin Qingran heard the news, she did not show great interest. The news that interested her the most was that Aunt Hua would return to the Prime Minister's Mansion today to see Lin Qingxuan off for the last time.
Lin Qingran felt that she missed Aunt Hua quite a lot, so she wanted to see Aunt Hua no matter what she said today.
After the funeral, Lin Qingran was too embarrassed to wear red and green. Instead, he wore a brocade with blue and white lotus patterns. The embroidery work was extremely good. The lotus flowers were placed one next to another. They looked very plain and the blue background was light.
It looks good. The wind blows it like waves of water on the lake. The pink lotus is so tender that you can pinch the water. It is pleasing to the eye and looks extremely elegant. It is not out of place to appear in the mourning hall dressed like this.
Lin Qingxuan's mourning hall was decorated quite grandly, befitting his status as a concubine, but there were not many people watching the mourning. I heard that Lin Qingxuan cried too sadly and fainted several times. Prime Minister Lin ordered,
Let the girl wait for her to go back to her room to rest.
Lin Qingran thought that perhaps Lin Qingxi had a guilty conscience and did not dare to stay here, fearing that Lin Qingxuan's ghost would seek her life.
So when Lin Qingran arrived, Aunt Hua was the only one in the mourning hall who was crying bitterly.
Lin Qingran was really startled when he saw Aunt Hua. Hua, who was originally as delicate as a flower, was now like a flower that had lost its moisture, almost withering. She looked much older, almost catching up with Lin Qingran.
The old lady is here.
How pitiful!
However, if she knew that her son was killed by the daughter she held in the palm of her hand, would she become even more pitiful?