A bold idea flashed through her mind, and her heart skipped a beat. Han Queluo bit her lower lip and her face turned pale. Coincidentally, another burst of pain hit her wrist, causing the anger in her heart to instantly overwhelm her panic.
She can't bear it anymore... She can't bear it anymore!
Thinking of this, Han Queluo walked quickly, followed closely by the maid behind her. When she got to the room, she collected the broken silver and found the veil, and Han Queluo was ready to leave the house.
The maid behind her motioned to follow, but she suddenly stopped her in the room.
After leaving the house, she staggered around looking for a hidden pharmacy. She asked one store, but there was no musk. At another store, she said her father had rheumatism and needed musk to suppress it.
The doctor didn't think much and simply gave her musk powder.
Carrying a small bag of musk, Han Queluo returned to Prince Xi's Mansion anxiously. At the same time, she did not notice the figure following behind her after she left the house...
The next day.
As usual, Muyin asked Han Queluo to copy the scriptures. Han Queluo pinched the musk, her palms shaking nervously. When the maid was not paying attention, she mixed the slight musk into the ink and began to copy the scriptures.
In the past, she wished that Muyin would go out of the house earlier, but this time... she just wanted Muyin to stay in the house and smell the musky smell.
The weight she applied was extremely light, and the effect was not immediate. If the effect was immediate, Han Queluo also knew that she could not ignore this relationship. As long as these ink marks were mixed with musk, Muyin would always be affected if she read or smelled the scriptures sometimes.
Influence.
As time goes by, she doesn't believe that anything will happen to Muyin.
Then find a time to burn the scriptures on fire. Who will know that it was you who did it? Besides, with Yuan Hongxi protecting her like this, what does she have to be afraid of?
The more I thought about it, the more my hands began to tremble, my whole body began to get excited, and my handwriting was completely deformed.
Just when Han Queluo was immersed in her thoughts and couldn't extricate herself, Muyin who walked in front of her suddenly staggered a few times and then fell to the ground.
For a moment, the maids were in a mess. Duo'er arranged in an orderly manner for the maids to call Doctor Liu to come over. She also asked the maids to quickly lift Muyin and put it on the bed. She also ordered the others to notify Yuan Hongxi to come over.
When she saw blood stains on the ground where Muyin was lying, Duo'er's face turned a little pale, and she didn't even dare to express her anger. Some of the maids were stunned on the spot, at a loss.
After thinking for a while, Duo'er stabilized, gritted her teeth and said, "Don't move yet! Wait until the doctor comes before making a decision!"
Muyin initially chose her as a maid because she was more independent-minded than other maids and was an easy-to-cultivate child. Opening her eyelids, Muyin pretended to moan a few times in pain and looked at Han Queluo.
Reaction.
Han Queluo pinched the scripture in her hand and took another look at the ink mark. She was about to destroy it on the spot, but Duo'er stopped her: "What is Miss Han going to do?"
"Young maid, how dare you question me?" Although Han Queluo was a little flustered, she quickly concealed her emotions. She bit her lower lip, pinching the scripture so much that it was deformed.
At this time, Yuan Hongxi came quickly and almost became furious when he heard that the maid said that Muyin had signs of miscarriage.
When she hurried over, she saw Duo'er holding Han Queluo and not allowed to leave. When she saw Yuan Hongxi, Duo'er burst into tears and complained: "Your Majesty! Please bring justice to the Princess!"
"What's going on!" Yuan Hongxi's fists were clenched and veins popped out. Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, he felt even more angry than he could express.
After finally standing firm and calming down, he walked to Muyin's bedside, the veins on his forehead twitching: "Yin'er, talk to your husband."
