Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 411

The little maid's petite body shook, and for the first time, a sad and serious expression appeared on her always pitiful and childish face, and her eyes that were still embracing the world were filled with water, she bit herself and was covered with mud fingernails, forcing myself to think hard: "Miss how did she die... Miss is... yes... she hanged herself by taking poison!"

She finally raised her head, her breath was short of breath, and she kept trembling, but her fair little face was shining brightly because of ecstasy.

Jian Yunling held her in her arms, patted her on the back, and continued to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, you did a good job. You are right, your young lady hanged herself to death by taking poison, then you remember I don’t remember, why did she take poison?”

Once the flood gate of memory was opened, it was out of control. The little maid lay on Jian Yunling's shoulder, her sweet voice was as thin as a mosquito, and it fell on her ears, but it was extremely clear: "Miss said, she hates a person, She wanted that person to die. So she made a lot of pastries with her own hands and asked me to send them over. I remember that it rained heavily that day, and the sky was full of lightning. I walked in the rain for a long time, and my whole body was soaked. It was easy to get back into the house. But when I opened the door and went in, the young lady was lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully, no matter how I called, she refused to get up."

At the end, she sobbed and sobbed.

Everyone sighed and lamented, as if they saw the helpless maid guarding the dead body of their young lady by the dark bedside on that stormy night.

Jian Yunling let go of her, wiped away her tears, and smiled softly at her: "Send cakes? Your lady must be very good at cooking, right?"

With remaining tears in her eyes, the little maid smiled idiotically, and said, "Yes, Miss's hands are very skillful. Those pastries she made are really beautiful, with many red flowers and white sprinkles. on top."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Jian Yunling took the opportunity to ask: "White snow? What does it look like?"

The little maid completely let go of her vigilance, and replied casually: "The very fine and thin layer of snow was sprinkled on by the young lady specially. She said it was called... called... By the way, called Huaxue San!" The little maid clapped her hands and cheered, Grinning at Jian Yunling as if asking for credit, anyone who saw that innocent appearance would feel distressed.

"Okay, what a good boy." Jian Yunling rubbed the top of her head, expressing her praise.

At this point in the inquiry, the inside information that should be exposed and should not be exposed has also been exposed.

The reason why Jian Yunling concealed the matter of Huaxue San was because she wanted to leave the last bit of dignity for Situ Jin in this place that carried all the love and hate, joy and sorrow of Situ Jin.

But now that it has come to this point, it is indeed a last resort.

She had to work hard to keep what Situ Jin had exchanged her life for in order to be worthy of her sacrifice.

In the surrounding discussions, apart from polite comments, there were also merciless abuse. The moment Jian Yunling heard it, her eyes darkened, she turned her head and glanced around coldly, the blade of her pupils blazed across the air to kill people. There was no blood spattering, and there was still a soundless silence.

Concubine Su, who fell on the ground, opened her protruding eyes and stared at the little maid and Jian Yunling who was smiling foolishly with terror. Her hands clenched into fists were about to move, and she wanted to say something on her blushing face. , but unspeakable resentment and unwillingness.

(End of this chapter)