The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 130 Don’t Say Anything Yet

Duke Bai raised his eyebrows and said, "You still want to stay with me despite such a disaster?"

Bai Muling narrowed her beautiful eyes and said, "If we hadn't killed Liu Chuan, she would not be a scourge, but might even be a capable assistant."

A quarter of an hour later, the door of the hall was opened. Bai Muling lowered her head and wiped the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief. Ruyu hurried over, supported her arm, and said, "What's wrong, Madam? What happened?"

There was a hint of sinisterness in Bai Muling's eyes. This girl really helped Ye Jingnian to monitor her.
She sniffed, looked at Ruyu and said, "My father just said that my fifth brother died suddenly on a rainy night."

Ruyu didn't seem to hear what she wanted, and a trace of imperceptible loss flashed across her expression, and then she comforted Bai Muling and said, "Don't be too sad, Madam."

Bai Muling took her hand, took out a piece of rice paper from her bosom, and said, "This is what I saw in my fifth brother's room. Are you familiar with this calligraphy?"

Ruyu looked at the poem on the rice paper, which was signed by Bai Qianzhan. She frowned with a complicated expression, her eyes slightly reddened. Her fingertips touched the ink mark on it and she said, "My lady, this word seems to be written by my brother."

"good."

"What?" Ruyu looked up at Bai Muling in shock.

"I heard about your experience at Qianji Pavilion last night. When I came to the Duke's Mansion today, I asked about it. It turns out that your elder brother and my fifth brother were classmates."

To be honest, my fifth brother is clumsy and hates studying, and my father is very strict. Seeing your elder brother is so knowledgeable, he often asks your elder brother to help him with his homework. When my fifth brother was caught a few times, he was severely beaten by my father. "

"When I was cleaning up my fifth brother's room recently, I found some things that I hadn't gotten rid of yet... Looking at the content of this homework, I still have some impression of it. The last one was probably... last January."

"My brother died last year. I was the one who came a little late..." Ruyu listened and burst into tears. Her tears dripped onto the rice paper, blurring out a few black flowers. She said with trembling lips, "Then, Madam, do you know who wanted to harm my brother?"

Bai Muling hugged her shoulders and said, "There must be something fishy about this matter. Don't make it public yet. I will help you find out the truth."

Ruyu looked at Bai Muling with tears of gratitude: "Thank you, Madam."

"Remember, don't mention your brother to anyone who asks you about him."

Ruyu looked at Liu Chuan's handwriting on the rice paper and nodded slightly: "Yes."

In the courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, there were a few maids holding the sachets they won from solving riddles last night, chatting and laughing, and when they saw Bai Muling coming, they all stopped smiling, bowed their heads, and went about their own business.

Just as Bai Muling was about to go to the Queen's Palace, she saw a group of imperial doctors coming out of Yingxing Pavilion.

She rolled her eyes. Ye Jingnian hurried back home last night. When she arrived, she happened to see Ye Jingnian holding Zhixing and walking out from the direction of the underground palace.

She wanted to mock this annoying vixen, but she saw a bloodstain on the ground where Ye Jingnian passed by. Zhi Xing's pale arms drooped weakly, with blood dripping from her fingertips. She was so scared that she stepped back and broke the paper lantern behind her.

In a moment, all the imperial doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau came out in full force, and the lights in Yingxing Pavilion were on all night.

Since Ye Jingnian did not come out of Yingxing Pavilion this morning, Bai Muling had the opportunity to go to the Duke's Mansion.

She looked at the door of Yingxing Pavilion curiously and said, "I wonder if the little fox is dead."

The ginseng soup simmering in the medicine pot gurgles and has a faint aroma.

The gauze curtain on the bed shook slightly. Ye Jingnian caught a glimpse of the person on the bed with his eyelashes fluttering. He immediately picked up the cooled ginseng soup that had been placed on the table.

He frowned slightly and said to the maid beside him, "Switch to the hot one." "Yes."

"Your Highness..." In the chaos, Zhixing listened to Ye Jingnian's voice and gradually regained consciousness. His voice was hoarse like crushed dead leaves.

She tried to stand up, but Ye Jingnian frowned and scolded her in a low voice.

"Lie down."

Zhixing exhaled tiredly and lay down obediently in the bed.

The maid mixed the ginseng soup stewed in the pot with the cooled soup, and brought a bowl of warm ginseng soup to Ye Jingnian.

He scooped up the ginseng soup with a steady hand like holding a chess piece, but the dragon carved on the spoon handle hurt his palm: "Last night, the Imperial Hospital used three thousand-year-old snow lotuses, enough to buy three hundred slaves like you."

Zhi Xing's lips, which had lost all color, showed a helpless and disappointed mockery: "Then how many more Ye kings should I kill to make up for my loss?"

She frowned, and suddenly a mouthful of black blood choked out of her throat, splashing on the corner of Ye Jingnian's robe embroidered with a golden python, like a piece of withered black plum blossom.

Ye Jingnian suddenly grabbed her jaw, clenched his teeth, and forcefully poured the medicine into her mouth: "Who allowed you to risk your life?"

"Cough!" Zhi Xing choked and coughed after swallowing the last bite. She swallowed and said, "Your Highness, are you concerned about me?"

Ye Jingnian's thumb rubbed the residual medicine on the corner of her lips, and the temperature burned her lips. At that time, she was deficient in energy and blood. The gentle purple energy emanating from Ye Jingnian's body was absorbed by her with his touch, and her face slowly turned red.

He was silent for a long while, staring at her pale face, snorted coldly, and said, "The prince's mansion doesn't keep dead people."

Zhi Xing's eyes darkened, and she laughed coldly, saying, "A dead person is better than a useless person."

"A useless person can be taken care of." Ye Jingnian's voice was indifferent.

"What?" Zhixing was stunned for a moment. When she looked up at him, he had already pulled his hand back.

He let a brocade box slip from his sleeve and threw it on her bed.

Zhixing opened the box and was stunned when she saw the hairpin inside, with the corners of her eyes slightly red.

When she was leaving the house that day, she saw the pattern of this hairpin in front of the door of Langyuxuan. She drew it secretly, but she couldn't find the drawing in the house a few days ago. Did he take it?

"This is your reward for your loyalty." Ye Jingnian glared at her and spoke coldly.

Zhixing looked at the beautiful hairpin. The jewels inlaid with it reflected beautiful patterns in the morning light, shining on her pale face.

"This hairpin in Langyuxuan is in stock and has been ordered by Concubine Zhang. Zhixing asked that if you want it, you have to pay five times the price. Your Highness, you are rewarding my loyalty by paying five times the price, which is several times more valuable than my life..."

“How dare you!” Ye Jingnian clenched his fists, his cold eyes reflecting the cold light of the hairpin. He sneered and said, “I want you to wear it to my mother’s birthday banquet, so that those old guys in the Ministry of Rites won’t advise the Crown Prince’s Mansion to treat the servants harshly again.”

Zhi Xing suddenly chuckled: "Your Highness, do you want me to dress up as a favored maid?" She deliberately inserted the hairpin diagonally into the loose bun, "Like this?"

There was a "clang" sound.

Ye Jingnian suddenly raised his hand and swept the empty medicine bowl off the table. The hand that Ye Jingnian held under her chin was stained with brown medicine stains. "I will do whatever I want to you. You are not qualified to think or ask any more questions."