Mrs. Meng was helped out and looked at Nanny Yang, feeling really angry and hateful.
"At that time, I saw how pitiful you were begging for food on the street, so I took you in and watched you grow up. I taught you embroidery, reading, housekeeping, and wanted you to find a good husband.
I told the prime minister that although you and I are master and servant, I treat you like a sister. I can find an official position and let you go out and become an official's wife.
You said you didn’t want to get married, you just wanted to stay with me for the rest of your life. I only thought you were truly loyal and wouldn’t hide anything from you, but why did you treat me like this?”
The more Mrs. Meng talked, the sadder she became. She clutched her chest and couldn't continue.
Aunt Yang stood stiffly, pursed her lips tightly and said nothing.
The big steward got angry when he saw her look and couldn't help but kicked her.
She didn't complain of pain, swayed twice and stood up straight, motionless.
Mrs. Meng regained her breath and said, "What kind of hatred do you and I have? Otherwise, even a stone would be warm after so many years... What difficulties do you have?"
The chief steward said: "Madam, don't be deceived by her. What trouble can she have? She just came to kill you with a knife. It's not an exaggeration to say that she has a vicious heart."
Mrs. Meng ignored the manager and just looked at Nanny Yang stubbornly.
"No grudge." Nanny Yang felt sad when she stared at her, her eye circles gradually turned red, and she pursed her lips and whispered: "I just... want to use you to escape... I don't want to hurt you."
Mrs. Meng's tears fell: "If you have any difficulties, you can tell me. I don't believe that decades of companionship can't be worth that little thing."
Nanny Yang just shook her head: "There's nothing we can do, there's nothing we can do... you don't know... they..."
Her expression changed, and the chief steward stepped forward and removed her jaw: "Want to commit suicide? I think you really won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Mrs. Meng said disappointedly: "Take her down."
General Manager: "Don't you ask? As long as we find the poison pill, there will be no problem."
Mrs. Meng held her forehead and said: "I always remember her kindness. If she is going to die if I ask, I would rather not ask and just take her away. It will look sad."
The chief manager said no more and ordered people to take Nanny Yang down.
Grandma Yang lowered her head and sobbed silently.
Mrs. Meng lay back on the bed, looked at the dancing candlelight, and sighed deeply: "Where is the Prime Minister?"
The maid Hongyun replied: "The prime minister has gone to the palace, and I just sent someone back to tell you that you don't have to wait for him and rest in peace. He is fine."
Mrs. Meng closed her eyes and sighed: "It's such a troubled time... Tell someone to tell the chief manager and keep an eye on Nanny Yang.
Don’t let her sleep, don’t beat her or question her, just keep her locked up, don’t give her food, don’t talk to her.”
Hongyun was puzzled: "She's already like this..."
Mrs. Meng said calmly: "Do as I tell you."
She always has to pry her mouth open. She knows about Grandma Yang's temper. After decades of companionship, even if she keeps pretending, her true temperament will be revealed.
He is very smart to eat soft things rather than hard things. Torture and interrogation may not be effective. It is better to hang him up all the time and make him feel uneasy.
After she lets go of her anger, she can probably ask some more questions if she tries to understand him emotionally and rationally.
The person he has raised for decades and has always regarded as his confidant is such a murderous person.
As long as you are human, you will not be able to swallow this bad breath.