My Lord, your wife is spreading rumors about you again.

Chapter 80 She is in the Southern Opera Troupe
Liuliu turned his horse around and headed towards Jiang's residence. Mingli and his companions hurried into the residence, and there was not even a guard guarding the gate.

"Brother, tell me, what is the current rule?"

"In fact, two people died today."

Hearing this, Mingli was surprised for a moment, but then she guessed what was going on, "The old lady is dead too?"

"Yes, second sister, you are really supernatural! It is exactly as you said before. Uncle really has targeted my father and is frantically sending people out to look for him. At this rate, he will be caught in a few days."

Ming Qi laughed heartily, but then he became quiet again as he thought of something: "It's a pity for me. Why did Ming An commit suicide by taking poison? Even if she wanted to marry the Prince of Wei as a concubine, she shouldn't have sought death. Now, she can't even save her life."

Mingli did not tell Mingqi and Wei the truth about Ming'an's fake death. The fewer people who knew about such things, the better.

Ming Qi added, "By the way, Ming An left a letter before he died, which contained all kinds of insults to Madam Meng." Ming Qi must have read that letter, because his ears turned red when he thought about it, "The words and sentences he used were so sharp! He cursed people for two whole pages without repeating a word! I didn't expect that Ming An, who was usually so quiet, could curse people so well. I just read a few sentences and my face turned red with embarrassment."

Mingli and Nanny Li both smiled secretly. It was certainly amazing. Those pages were masterpieces dictated by Liuliu and written by Mingan.

"She said she told you everything that Meng had done to her, and she asked you to come back and seek justice for her."

Mingqi said too much at once and couldn't help swallowing his saliva: "After several rounds of love potion from Madam Meng, my uncle wanted to make a big deal out of a small matter. My mother and I were so anxious, and were thinking about how to make my uncle change his mind, when Aunt Wang suddenly hit the pillar! She was lucky that she didn't hurt any vital parts after hitting her head, but she bled a lot, which was scary to see."

Mingli sorted out his thoughts and said, "You mean, it was because Aunt Wang threatened to die that my father let me come back? At first, when my father saw the suicide note left by Ming'an, he still didn't plan to let me come?"

"Yes." Ming Qi nodded repeatedly: "As soon as Ming An died, my uncle immediately ordered the guards to seal off the Ming family. Not to mention the news, not even a fly could fly out."

"If that's the case, then we can't use force. We have to make another plan."

"what?"

Mingqi couldn't keep up with Mingli's thoughts at all. Li Ma, who was standing by, could only guess a little, so she remained silent and chose not to speak.

Ming An did not commit suicide in her own courtyard, but in the small Buddhist temple in Meng's courtyard. She must have calculated that Meng would let her come to pay respects today.

She deliberately spoke rudely to anger Mrs. Meng and contradicted the mistress of the house. Ming'an deserved to be punished.

Mrs. Meng locked her up in a small Buddhist hall and made her copy meditation instructions. Unexpectedly, more than three hours passed and Ming'an did not come out. So she sent someone to check, and they found that Ming'an had taken poison and was dead on the ground.

When entering the Meng family's courtyard, Mingli lowered her hands, holding a white handkerchief in her hands. She took a deep breath and pinched her arm hard.

"It hurts"

Ming Qi and Nanny Li also grimaced along with her, and Ming Li's eyes immediately turned red, with tears rolling down his cheeks.

She ran in crying and shouting, "Third sister! My poor, unloved third sister! When my second sister learned of your death, it was like the sky had fallen! What will I do in the future?"

Ming Qi stared at the scene in amazement. He turned his head stiffly and said, "Mammy, is my second sister a member of the Southern Opera Troupe?"

Matron Li chuckled twice, "Perhaps. The young lady is quite talented."

The small Buddhist hall is not very spacious, and with sandalwood and candles burning all year round, you might even feel like you have trouble breathing if you stay in there for a long time.

Meng and Wang were kneeling at Ming Boyuan's feet. Wang's head was wrapped in a thick layer of gauze, and blood was still seeping out. Meng had lost all her demeanor as a mistress of the house and kept kowtowing.

Wei stood silently by the side, looking after Ming An's "corpse" which was covered with a white cloth. They heard Ming Li's wailing from a distance, and the three of them looked out together, only to see Ming Li running in front of them in two steps, leaning against the wooden door like a willow in the wind.

Tears fell drop by drop.

She cried out in great sorrow, "Father! Where is my third sister? How could she be forced to commit suicide just one day after my daughter got married? She is also your biological daughter. You must take care of her and let her soul rest in peace!"

Mrs. Meng was also a smart person. When she heard Mingli's words, she knew that she was also targeting her.

She turned back abruptly and argued hastily, "Second Miss, you should be careful with your words and actions! What do you mean by being forced to the point of committing suicide? Are you implying something or are you making a veiled accusation?!"

"Why do you say that about me, ma'am?"

Mingli's mouth drooped, and he said in a sad voice: "When I heard the news of my third sister's death, I was already very sad, how could I have any other meaning? The lady is so eager to identify the cause, is there another hidden story behind my third sister's death, or is it related to you?"

Mingli looked horrified.

Meng's face changed drastically. "How dare you confuse right and wrong in front of your father?! Mingli, you are..."

"Second girl!"

Aunt Wang rushed over, her face swollen from crying, and she hugged Mingli's arm: "I didn't expect, I really didn't expect that you and An'er had such a deep relationship. No wonder, no wonder she was willing to tell you all her grievances! But she didn't say a word to me, an incompetent mother!"

"That's enough! Shut up, everyone!"

Ming Boyuan listened to the three women's sharp voices, one more than the other, and felt that he had never been so tired even when he was debating with many people alone in the court.

No wonder people always say that even the most powerful censor of this dynasty would be driven crazy within half a day if he was thrown into the rear house.

I can’t explain it. I can’t explain it at all!

He looked at Mingli and said, "Tell me, what did An'er say to you before he died?"

"No, Daddy."

The word "Daddy" made all the hairs on Ming Boyuan's body stand up.

For a moment, he was unable to tell whether the person kneeling in front of him and crying bitterly was the same person as the one who took out a fire starter and burned down the family ancestral hall because of a disagreement.

Mingli wiped away tears and said with endless sadness: "No matter what you say, Daddy will always believe the eldest lady, the mistress of the family. In this case, what does it matter whether you say it or not? Forget it, let Third Sister die in vain, let some facts and truths be buried deep in the mud from now on, and never see the light of day again."

Ming Boyuan closed his eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Just tell me, I will make the decision for An'er. You are in a different position now, and you have no conflict of interest with the Madam. I will naturally believe your words."

Hearing this, Mingli raised his eyes and asked in surprise, "Really, Daddy? Are you really willing to believe me, Daddy?"

Wei turned her head to one side. She felt like vomiting.

Mingqi and Nanny Li on the other side also felt the same way.

(End of this chapter)