The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"It's her! It's this vicious woman!" Seventh Yiniang stood up abruptly, pointed at the dame who had fallen into a severe coma, her fingertips trembling, and said through gritted teeth, "Because I hate Miss Fifth for being too sharp, grab her This bitch, she ruthlessly stunned Fifth Miss, cut the soles of her feet, and smeared the abscess of a smallpox patient into Fifth Miss's blood, causing her to get smallpox. Lie to me, she will find the best doctor for Miss Fifth to treat her. Who knows, she left poor Miss Fifth alone in Chunhui Garden to fend for herself. Say something to your side."

As she said that, Qi Yiniang burst into tears, crying and crying, blood slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and the blood dripped onto her chest.

She seemed to hear Su Qingru's voice calling for help, and her remorse was enough to overwhelm her.

"What?!" Hearing such a horrific story, Su Buqing's eyes showed disbelief, "Qingru she... unexpectedly died like this."

"This time, I was also involved in the murder of Miss San and Concubine San, and it was all at her instigation..."

More and more blood flowed from the corner of Qi Yiniang's mouth, her vision gradually became blurred, and her strength was drained from her body bit by bit, but Su Qingru's appearance became clearer and clearer.

"Mother, mother..." Su Yurong who heard the news rushed in, ran to Qi Yiniang's side, and helped her up when she was lying in a pool of blood.

However, she had already closed her eyes, no matter how much Su Yurong shook, she did not wake up again.

"Doctor, doctor, come quickly and show my mother..." Su Yurong shouted anxiously.

The eldest lady came over, squatted on the ground to check Qi Yiniang's pulse, opened her eyelids, finally shook her head, sighed, and said——

"Miss Seven, my condolences, Aunt Seven has already gone."

"No, it won't be..." Su Yurong didn't want to believe the doctor's words, she hugged Qi Yiniang tightly, and burst into tears, tears wet Qi Yiniang's gradually icy face and her own trembling hands.

When Su Yueming heard that Qi Yiniang had taken poison beforehand, went to seek revenge on the eldest lady, hacked the eldest lady five times, and died of the poison herself, she was copying scriptures for the old lady in the Yonghe Garden.

The old lady sighed deeply, unable to hide the dual feelings of grief and self-blame in her heart, and said, "The fifth girl died so badly, it's so pitiful, and I, as a grandmother, didn't do anything for her." , I really failed my duty, Qi Yiniang probably blamed herself too much, so she committed suicide by taking poison."

Su Yueming put down the brush in his hand, and said softly, "Grandmother, don't blame yourself too much, it's because the perpetrator is too vicious and cunning that you will be deceived."

After hearing these words, the old lady snorted coldly, and said, "It's that Song Yi, this time, I will definitely not let her go."

"What's Grandma's plan? After all, Mother is Prime Minister Zuo's younger sister, the eldest daughter of the Song family. If there is something wrong, the Song family will use it as an excuse to make things difficult for us." Su Yueming said the doubts and worries in his heart.

The old lady nodded and agreed, "Your thinking is very reasonable, so we must find an excuse, not only to make the Zuo Xiangfu have nothing to say, but also to let them slap their mouths. Yueming, do you have any ideas?" What perfect solution?"

"It depends on where you want to put your mother, grandma."

The old lady's brown pupils exuded a rare viciousness, she tightly twisted the beads in her hand, the beads broke with a snap, and the beads fell to the ground one by one and rolled away.