269. Chapter 269 Shuang'er will be grateful to Miss Six for a lifetime
"You go and do this. Make sure Mrs. Liu doesn't see the sun tomorrow. It's the Queen's birthday soon, and I don't see anything unpleasant happening to me."
"yes."
Zheng Han still has a few useful men. Although he lost a lot of troops when he went to Tianlong Temple last time and only a few wounded men were left, after this period of recuperation, they have regained their combat effectiveness.
But the Tianlao area was well guarded, and with their current fighting strength of only a few people, it was impossible for them to break in and kill Mrs. Liu.
Zheng Han thought for a while, "Madam, how about poisoning? I have a brother working in the prison, maybe..."
"Well, you arrange it."
Murong Yi was making calculations, thinking of Shuang'er in the house, "Send someone to reveal the news to Shuang'er, saying that her grandmother was a loyal wife and had committed suicide in the prison by taking poison. Give her some money and don't touch her for the time being."
She should wait until this news is over before making any plans. Whether she lives or dies depends on the performance of that little girl."
Murong Yi smiled deeply.
"yes."
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Outside the window.
Shuang'er almost screamed when she heard these words, and suddenly a pair of hands held her tightly and took her away.
It wasn't until she reached the rockery that the man let her go.
Shuang'erlihua looked at the visitor with tears in her eyes, frightened and inexplicably.
"Is...is it you?"
It's Danyi.
The samurai beside Dongfang Lian.
"Well, it's me. Shuang'er, you heard just now, right? What Murong Yi did to your grandparents and grandchildren? It's not like our young lady wants to put the blame on her and arrange something bad for her, right?"
Dan Yi tried his best to instigate Shuang'er.
"I...I..." Shuang'er cried. The road ahead was uncertain and she didn't know what to do. "What can I do? Madam not only wants to poison my grandma, she also wants to kill me."
Shuang'er finally understood what Murong Yi said just now.
The last time he went to Tianlong Temple, Murong Yi's maids Chun'er and Xia'er didn't come back. There were many rumors in the house that they were defiled on the mountain and would never come back.
He also said that Madam did not protect these maids at all when they were on the mountain, so these maids were quite indifferent to Murong Yi.
But Murong Yi is right about one thing, the master is the master, and the slaves are the slaves. They are the slaves and they have to protect Murong Yi, but they are unable to protect him. On the face of it, Murong Yi can't be blamed.
But secretly, privately, as long as you are a human being, who is not heartbroken?
But they did not dare to rebel against Murong Yi. Murong Yi was holding on to their lives, their honor and disgrace, and even their families.
"Our sixth lady said that we can help you save your grandma."
Light one.
"What?"
Shuang'er looked up, simply in disbelief.
"What can Miss Sixth do? Can she rescue my grandma from Madam?"
Shuang'er quickly wiped away her tears, as long as there was still a glimmer of hope, she would not give up.
The lives of these slaves were as cheap as the mud on the ground. Her grandmother had worked for Murong Yi all her life and was always loyal, which also made her loyal to Murong Yi.
To be honest, she didn't believe that grandma would betray Murong Yi. It must have been a trick, the method of the Dali Temple envoy, which made the madam suspicious. But the madam no longer believed her grandma and decided to kill her.
Shuang'er knew Murong Yi well and knew that it would be useless to beg her, and it might cost her his own life.
It was not a pity for her to die, but she was unwilling to do so. She was unwilling to let her ancestors and grandchildren die like this as useless discarded chess pieces.
"Shuang'er please please Miss Six please beg my grandma?"
Shuang'er knelt down and kowtowed heavily, "Shuang'er will be grateful to Miss Sixth for the rest of his life. From now on, he will obey the orders and work like a cow or a horse. Death will not be a pity..."