The eldest lady felt that the whole world suddenly went dark, and she could hardly breathe. She, she killed her son with her own hands.
She fell down next to Su Zicong's body, her hands trembling, but she didn't dare to touch him. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't make a sound. She felt cold from the top of her head to the soles of her feet.
"Madam..." Li's mother bent her knees and knelt down.
It's so miserable. It's so miserable for the second young master to be like this! And this tragic situation was actually caused by the eldest lady herself.
Mother Li's timid eyes secretly glanced at Su Yueming——
She couldn't help but shudder. This Princess Duorong was really an extremely powerful character. She still couldn't figure it out. Obviously everyone saw her covered by a sack last night, but today she was covered in sacks.
But Kong’s person is the second young master. What is the problem?
"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out from the eldest lady's mouth, but she still held on to prevent herself from fainting. She had to collect the body of her son.
"Come here, wrap up the second young master's body and carry it back." Su Buqing felt her heart twitch when she saw her only son dying so miserably.
He walked up to the eldest lady and saw her like this. Thinking of what he had said the night before, he felt a little guilty in his heart. He put his hand on her shoulder and said——
"Madam, don't worry. No matter who killed our son, I will definitely find this person and make her suffer the death penalty to avenge Zicong."
"Haha..." After hearing this, the eldest lady laughed so loudly that she even shed tears.
Find the person who killed Zicong?
It was she who killed it, it was she, the mother, who killed it!
Everyone looked at her strangely, and they all guessed that something happened to the eldest lady just now, and now the second young master died under strange circumstances. The eldest lady was probably going crazy after suffering such successive blows.
The old lady frowned and felt very heartbroken. No matter how bad Su Zicong was, he was still the only man in the Right Prime Minister's house and her grandson.
She wiped the tears from her eyes and ordered, "Zicong was covered in holes when he died. The murderer's methods were extremely cruel. This person must be found. I, the Right Prime Minister, will never tolerate the existence of this matter."
Su Yueming always supported the old lady's hand, and the eldest lady's grief-stricken look, the mute eating yellow lotus, and the unspeakable pain all fell into her eyes.
This hypocritical old bitch! She sold her five-year-old daughter Wen Yi into a ****, taught her to love men, taught her to lower her eyebrows and be submissive. Now, what she wants is this ending, she just wants to be big
Madam, let’s taste the taste of killing your own children with your own hands!
What could be more painful than killing your own son with your own hands?
Su Zicong's body was wrapped in a bamboo mat and carried down the mountain. Along the way, everyone mourned for him.
The second young master of the Youxiang Mansion passed away suddenly, and a mourning hall was quickly built. The news that Su Zicong was infected with Hualiu disease had already spread earlier, and now everyone thought that he died of this disease.
Seven days later, Su Zicong was carried up the mountain in a coffin, and Su Buqing gave him a grand burial. However, in the end, he died and was cast aside.
Su Yueming took off her white clothes and returned to Yuming Garden. As soon as she entered the door, she saw the figure of the eldest lady——
She stood in the middle of the room. The aggressive, majestic and dignified matron of the past was gone.