Song Qinghuan's words were somewhat rude. If we really wanted to talk about it, she only had some friendship with Zhang Yunwei.
But now everyone has been buried, and although the coffin has not yet been closed, she, an outsider, should not make such a rude request.
But if those reasonable people knew about her relationship, it wouldn't matter. It would be understandable to ask her to see her for the last time and see her off for the last time.
But Wei's mother immediately became vigilant. She looked at Song Qinghuan with sharp eyes and said rudely: "Princess Rui, death is the most important thing. My wife here has already gone, so don't disturb her."
Xu felt that her tone was a little harsh, so she added: "She is good friends with you, and she understands your thoughts. But after she left, her appearance is no longer the same as before. Princess Rui still doesn't want to look at it, just let her be with you."
It's just a matter of keeping a thread in your heart."
Song Qinghuan didn't really want to watch it, but he just wanted to test it out. Seeing that Mother Wei's expression was extremely unnatural, she knew there was something fishy.
He made two squeaks and said, "I was the one who was rude."
After saying that, he walked to Mrs. Yu's side again, took her hand, and called out: "Auntie, my condolences."
Mrs. Yu knew what Zhang Yunwei was afraid of dying for, and when she heard Song Qinghuan's words of comfort, she cried even louder.
Song Qinghuan comforted her softly, and then said: "Sister Yunwei has been ill for a few days. I only saw her on the second day of the second grade of junior high school, and she said she gave me some time to see her."
He sighed and said, "I can't help her after all. I just don't know if she left peacefully."
Mrs. Yu covered her mouth, unable to speak, but her little daughter-in-law behind her said dissatisfiedly: "I can't even take a look at her. Who knows whether she is walking well or not."
Song Qinghuan pretended to be confused, but was too embarrassed to ask any more questions. After saying a few words, she came out of Wei's house again.
But from the beginning to the end, Wei Xiuming, the husband, was never seen.
Song Qinghuan and Xiao Ci came out of Wei's house, and as soon as they got on the carriage, the expression on their faces suddenly darkened.
He opened his mouth and said: "Your Majesty, can you help me find out the cause of sister Yunwei's death? Just don't let me see sister Yunwei's body, but no one from the Zhang family saw it. There must be something wrong with the Wei family's cover-up.
Hiding it."
At this moment, Song Qinghuan could even guess whether Zhang Yunwei might have died of illness.
Xiao Ci had already thought of this problem. Seeing that her face was turning green with anger, he took her hand and said, "Okay, I'll ask someone to come back later."
After a pause, he continued: "Even if you find out someone, you are not allowed to be impulsive. Even if you have any grudges, you should take a long-term approach."
Song Qinghuan responded: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I know it well."
She bit her lip with a look of reluctance, but her eyes were filled with murderous intent: "No matter what, the Wei family is Brother Xu's home."
After saying this, Song Qinghuan said no more, her eyes swelled painfully, but she didn't shed a single tear.
Xiao Ci sent Song Qinghuan back to Prince Rui's Mansion, then turned back to Wucheng.
Song Qinghuan returned to Yipinju, and Xunmei stepped forward to greet her, saying, "The Six Swordsmen are back."
Last night, Liu Jian asked Song Qinghuan to assign her to inquire about the Wei family in Wujin Lane. Normally, he was very efficient in doing things, but this time, for some reason, he went all night.
Song Qinghuan was full of questions, so he just said: "I understand, let him come to see me."
After the tea was served, Liu Jian, who had changed his clothes, rushed over.
As soon as they stopped inside the house, Song Qinghuan didn't even have time to take a sip of tea and said, "What happened? Why did I stay there all night?"
Liu Jian's face looked a little ugly. He usually never missed anything, but this time he missed it all night.
I felt a little awkward in my heart, but I said, "I watched something I shouldn't have watched yesterday. I was trapped and couldn't escape for a while. I just got a chance."
Song Qing said: "What did you see that you shouldn't have seen?"
Liu Jian looked at Song Qinghuan's expression, hesitated for a moment and then said: "The master who the princess asked her subordinates to find out how died, my subordinates can see clearly."
When Song Qinghuan heard this, he stood up abruptly, holding back his heart pounding wildly.
Liu Jian then explained the whole story.
The Wei family sent a lot of people to guard the big and small gates everywhere. The yard was not big, but there were still a lot of people patrolling.
Six Swordsman entered Zhang Yunwei's courtyard avoiding the patrol. Before he could gain a foothold, Wei Xiuming was invited by Zhang Yunwei.
In a moment of desperation, Liu Jian ducked into the house and unexpectedly met Zhang Yunwei who had packed up.
Zhang Yunwei changed into a new set of clothes, arranged her hair again, applied makeup, traced her eyebrows, and applied lipstick.
When he turned around and saw Liu Jian, he was stunned for a moment, but he felt that he looked very familiar. Hearing the movement outside, he said without thinking, "You hide under the bed."
I have never evaded a killer like Liu Jian, but if I don't hide now, I will be discovered by others. It doesn't matter if I die, but Song Qinghuan and Xiao Ci may be implicated.
Hesitating, Liu Jian was not happy, but he still moved the steps in front of the bed and got under the bed.
When Wei Xiuming entered the room, he was full of anger. Without even looking at Zhang Yunwei, he said, "Where is Brother Xu?"
Zhang Yunwei's body was dragged down so much that the oil was exhausted. He sat down on the edge of the couch and said with a deep breath: "He's dead."
Wei Xiuming then turned his head to look at Zhang Yunwei, his eyes full of anger, which was no longer what it was like when they got married.
Zhang Yunwei spent a long time but couldn't find any tenderness in his eyes, but he heard him say: "Don't do this to me. I tell you, even if he is dead, I will dig him out. This door
The marriage is a done deal, you can't help but say no."
There is no hint of affection in every word or sentence, only interests.
Zhang Yunwei sneered: "Why did I lie to you? He is really dead. I gave birth to the child. Now that I am going to die, I will take him with me. Hahahaha..."
Her appearance made people feel pitiful and disgusting, but Wei Xiuming endured it again and again.
Zhang Yunwei then said: "I sent him on his way with my own hands. There was no pain at all when he died. He also said that he wanted me to come quickly because he was afraid of the dark. Wei Xiuming, didn't you say that this marriage was a sure thing? You
Go and ask that family if they are related to your Wei family."
At this moment, Wei Xiuming felt that Zhang Yunwei was a lunatic, and his face was red with anger, but he still did not believe that she could really kill his son.
I wondered if it was hidden somewhere, so I immediately said, "You lunatic, I'm too lazy to tell you."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Zhang Yunwei sat on the edge of the couch and smiled softly: "You don't believe it, right? I don't believe it either, but I will not only kill him, I will also kill you."
As he spoke, he took out a pair of scissors from his sleeve, looked cold, and rushed towards Wei Xiuming.
