Under Su Qingmo's instigation, Su Baixi also sneaked out of the house secretly.
After walking for a while, looking up at Leng'an still at the top of the distant mountain, Su Baixi retreated and said -
"Second sister, I think it's better to forget it. Let's go back and wait for news about Mother Qin."
"Sister, if we don't go, how can Mother Qin carry out our plan if she doesn't know that Su Yueming took my medicine?" Su Qingmo was breathing heavily when she spoke, and her eyes were shining with an unusual look in the dark night.
light.
Su Baixi looked at Su Qingmo in front of her suspiciously, "Second sister, what's wrong with you? I see how excited you are. Look, your hands are burned like this. Do you have a fever?"
"I'm so excited to think that Su Yueming's bitch is about to fall! Sister, come with me, don't you want to confirm it for yourself? Not only did she not die last time, but she ended up like that. This time, she can
There can be no more mistakes."
Su Qingmo's words moved Su Baixi again. Yes, last time I thought peony could solve Su Yueming's problem, but I didn't expect that not only would she live well, but it would also destroy the image she had carefully created in front of her grandmother and the old lady. The slaves were doing things
, it’s always uneasy!
"Okay, let's go." Su Baixi made up her mind. This time, Su Yueming would either die or be destroyed.
The two of them followed the dark night and entered the steep and rugged trail.
*
Finally arrived!
The dilapidated little house is right in front of you, with a flickering candlelight in the dark night.
Su Yueming let out a long sigh. After climbing this section of the mountain road, the three of them were soaked to the skin.
Without having time to rest for a moment, Su Yueming wiped his sweat, pushed open the door of Leng'an and walked in with Liu Piao'er and others.
There was a "squeak" sound.
Hearing the sound of the door, the third aunt who was lying in bed shrank into a ball in fright, grabbed the thin quilt around her body, and growled, "Who is it?"
With the dim candlelight in the room, I saw a haggard and thin woman, wearing gray cloth clothes, lying on the bed. Her face was sallow and thin, her eyes were sunk in her eye sockets, and her lips were almost white.
The broken windows in the house could not withstand the howling cold wind. The wind blew in, and the only set of tables inside was crumbling. There were broken bowls on the floor. The room was so cold that people shivered, but the third aunt was still wearing clothes.
Autumn clothes.
The long-term cold, loneliness, illness and pain have already tortured this originally beautiful woman into a state of disgrace!
Her mother-in-law spent these thirteen long years in a place like this! This was simply worse than the cold palace she lived in back then!
But even so, the eldest lady is still unwilling to let her go! She wants to frame her for being unfaithful again!
Su Yueming's heart, which had been cooled by hatred, melted again, and the corners of her eyes became wet.
Looking at the three women who suddenly broke in in front of her, especially the young girl who took the lead, San Yiniang, who had lived a life of hiding from the sun for a long time, was obviously frightened.
"You, you...you are..."
"Mom." Su Yueming stepped forward suddenly, walked to San Yiniang's bedside, and held her hand with bulging veins. Due to long-term malnutrition, San Yiniang had become so thin that she was almost skin and bones, and her eyes were dull and dull.
"You, you are... who are you?" Upon hearing this voice, Third Yin Niang started to tremble. She stared at the girl in front of her with tears in her eyes, trying hard to search for some intermittent memories.
"Third aunt, this is the third lady, your daughter. She has come back from Qingcheng to see you." Looking at the troubled mother and daughter in front of them, Liu Piao'er and Bi'er were also moved.
.
No wonder, when we were at the Fireworks Building, the third lady said that the Prime Minister's Mansion was a place that eats people.
It's true, just look at the barely human-shaped third aunt in front of you.
"Daughter..." There was a trace of doubt in the third aunt's eyes.
Thirteen years of torture have caused this thirty-year-old woman to suffer from severe memory failure, and she seems to be unable to remember that she once had a daughter.