The second wife of the Bing family, Leng Hancui, was carefully pruning her beloved purple magnolia. Suddenly she heard the urgent voice of her daughter Bingshuang running into the house and calling for help. She immediately stopped what she was doing. What happened to this child, screaming like this?
How decent is he to be so panicked? Could it be that a killer has entered the Bing family?
"Shuang'er, what do I tell you on weekdays? Look at you, you are in a panic and running around like this. You don't look like a woman from a noble family at all."
"Mother, daughter...my daughter heard...I heard that the people from the execution hall...the executioners from the execution hall are coming to arrest my daughter soon. Oh, mother, help me!"
Bingshuang took three steps and two steps at a time, and finally arrived in front of her mother, Leng Hancui.
Seeing her daughter in such a wretched state, and listening to her incoherent words that were incomprehensible, Leng Hancui's heart couldn't help but rise.
"Tell me, mother, what happened? You mean the people in the execution hall arrested you. Are you dreaming? Why would the executioners in the execution hall arrest your own lady?"
"Mother and daughter don't know either, they just listen..."
"How long has it been and you still haven't told the truth to your mother? If you hadn't made any mistakes, why would you be afraid that the people from the execution hall would come to arrest you?"
Before Bingshuang could finish speaking, Leng Hancui interrupted her prevarication and asked hurriedly.
"Mother, tell me, is that good-for-nothing really back? If she comes back, my daughter will be dead! Oh, mother, is that good-for-nothing back?"
"Which trash? What are you talking about? Can you tell your mother clearly what is it that makes you so afraid?"
After listening to the first half of her daughter's meaningless words, Leng Hancui thought that her daughter had gotten into some big trouble. But after hearing the rest, Leng Hancui only felt a headache and stopped worrying.
"Mother, that trash is Bingyue. My maid said that she heard from the boy in the outer courtyard that that trash seemed to be back again. What should I do, mother? Her life is really hard, why did she come back?
No, she is just a loser, what will happen even if she comes back? Can the head of the family sacrifice me for a loser? No, no..."
Bingshuang, the fourth young lady of the Bing family, was extremely confused and scared at the moment, trying hard to find various reasons that were beneficial to her.
"Shuang'er, what's going on with you today? It's none of your business whether Bingyue comes back or not. Since when did you become afraid of that little guy? If nothing happens, go back and stay there. My mother's head will hurt if she is noised by you.
When you get back, ask the nuns in your yard to teach you etiquette. Have you been too gentle to them during this period? Look at how well they have taken care of my daughter!"
Leng Hancui was still thinking about pruning her beloved purple magnolia, and she didn't want to see her daughter's abnormal and crazy look anymore.
"Madam, madam, it's not good, it's not good!"
"What's going on today? Neither one of them can keep their heads straight. Why is it so urgent?" The second lady was almost furious with her daughter and maid. It was like seeing a ghost today.
"Madam, Master Han rushed directly into our courtyard with four iron-clothed guards from the execution hall."
"Second aunt, my nephew was ordered by the elder of the execution hall to bring Bingshuang over for questioning."
Before the maid finished speaking, Binghan was already outside the main hall.
"Han'er, what's going on? What's going on with Shuang'er? Is it worth it for you, the elder brother, to come here with the iron-clad guards of the execution hall, and to mobilize all the troops just to bring your sister over for questioning?"
It seemed that my daughter must have gotten into some big trouble, but facing the younger generation of the Bing family, the second lady, Leng Hancui, had to force herself up and pretend to be an elder and question Binghan.
"Second aunt, Bingshuang instigated the slaves to kill the sixth sister Bingyue last night. The execution hall sent my nephew to bring Bingshuang for investigation."
Binghan's speech was neither fast nor slow, his tone was neither high nor low, and he replied without any emotion.
"Nonsense, how could Shuang'er do something like killing his siblings? Investigate? With so much effort, are you taking Shuang'er to investigate? It's clear that you are here to kidnap someone."
Although the second lady was still holding on with her words at this moment, her daughter's confusing words before were combined with what Binghan just said, and she already knew that her daughter might have done something irreparable.
Seeing her trembling daughter huddled next to her, she felt angry and anxious.
What happened to her daughter? Why did she provoke that good-for-nothing? When I asked her, she refused to tell her the whole story. As a mother, she didn’t even know what was going on. How could she help her now?
This daughter is usually smart and steady, which makes her worry-free. What happened today?
"Second Aunt, this is the token of the execution hall. Do you want Bingshuang to go there by herself or the iron-clad guard to take her there?"
Binghan was really disgusted with this fourth sister who actually killed her siblings for an inexplicable man at such a young age, and didn't want to stay here any longer.
"Han'er, what's going on?" Bing Wuyan, the second uncle of the Bing family and Bingshuang's father, hurried into the courtyard. He probably heard the iron-clad guards entering his courtyard and hurried back.
"Second uncle, sixth sister Bingyue was murdered last night. The elder of the execution hall sent his nephew to bring Bingshuang over for questioning." Binghan still replied to Bing Wuyan's words in his tepid voice.
"Is... Yue'er okay? Who would murder Yue'er? What does Shuang'er have to do with this matter?" Hearing Bing Han's words really surprised Bing Wuyan. Thinking of an ordinary child who can't practice, who can
What are you trying to do to kill her? Is there any misunderstanding in this?
"My nephew doesn't know."
Binghan only answered these five short words and then fell silent. For the sake of his second uncle, he reluctantly continued to stand there and wait.
At this moment, seeing Binghan holding the punishment hall token and the iron-clad guards, he directly stated that he would take his daughter there for questioning. Bing Wuyan only thought that his daughter might know something. He never thought that this matter would be related to Xiang Xiang.
Related to a sensible and well-behaved daughter.
"Second uncle took Shuang'er to go with you. Shuang'er and Yue'er don't know what the situation is now. Come out quickly and go to the execution hall with your father. If you know something, just tell the truth. Don't
I'm afraid, the elders won't make things difficult for you."
"Mother, mother, I won't go, please save me, I won't go... Wuwu..." (To be continued)