"The eldest lady deliberately loves the eldest young master, but she also hides it. She deliberately makes herself sick and disfigured in order to cover up that the eldest young master does not look like her.
The old lady is lukewarm towards the eldest son, which makes people daydream about her. Everything is a strategy determined after careful calculation."
Qingli's eyes shone with extraordinary brightness: "Later, when the rumor was spread, the eldest lady discussed with the old lady that it would not work if it continued like this.
She must find a way to deal with it, and she doesn’t want to live like this without humans or ghosts for the rest of her life.”
"So they thought of a way to burn him. By chance, the eldest son happened to meet him, and a series of things happened."
Mu Yunhan couldn't help but think about the evil. Huo Shao needed an opportunity, an opportunity that would prevent Mr. Gu from suspecting.
So, could the so-called "Gu Fenglin just happened to catch up" also be a conspiracy?
But at this moment, the most important thing was to cleanse Gu Fenglin of the "son of incest" sewage. She didn't want to affect Qingli's mood, so she asked: "Who was burned to death?"
"Qingmei." Qingli fell silent, her eyes slightly red.
"She came in with her slaves, but she was never liked by the old lady, and she usually just worked silently.
One month before the incident, she made a small mistake and was kicked out. The day before the incident, she suddenly came back quietly and gave the slave her favorite bracelet."
Qingli rolled up her sleeves, revealing a gold bracelet: "My slave thought something was wrong with her at that time, and she didn't tell her when I asked her. When something happened the next day, my slave immediately thought it was her and ran to look for her. She was indeed gone."
"She is an orphan. I asked the neighbors about the address I left before, and they said there was no such person."
"Later, the old lady asked my slave to burn paper for her to pray for, and then I knew what was going on."
Mr. Gu didn't care who died inside, and said anxiously: "Are you sure that Hemerocallis is Ah Lin's biological mother?"
With tears in her eyes, Qingli said with a smile: "Sir, think about it, why is she called Hemerocallis? This name was given by the old lady."
Hemerocallis fulva is also known as Yinancao and Wangyoucao.
According to folklore, if a pregnant woman wears this flower, she will give birth to a boy.
Mr. Gu showed a look of relief.
Mu Yunhan glanced at him and continued to ask Qingli: "How are you sure it's not the eldest lady who died? Where is she? Where did she go?"
Qingli said: "The eldest lady is indeed not dead. The servant prepared a car for her at that time. The old lady starved to death so that she could escape smoothly.
As for where the person has gone, I really don’t know. If it were you, you wouldn’t let your slave know, right?”
When Mu Yunhan thought about it, it was really true.
The most trustworthy person is yourself. The more people know about it, the more dangerous it will be. At the same time, if it is leaked and Mr. Gu pursues it, it will harm others.
Furthermore, in this family, Mrs. Gu, the only one worthy of her concern, was determined to die, and everyone else was not worth paying attention to.
The best way is of course to walk cleanly.
"So, did the young lady know about the old lady's suicide on hunger strike beforehand?" Mu Yunhan asked.
Qingli shook her head: "This slave doesn't know about this."
Mr. Gu didn't know why Mu Yunhan wanted to pursue this: "It's been so many years."
Mu Yunhan smiled and did not explain to him. He only said to Qingli: "I'd like to ask you not to tell anyone about today's matter."