
"It—"
"What's? You can't just look, even if you're unconscious!"
Yan Zhi was startled and quickly said, "This servant will take Physician Lang Zhong and Miss to the oldest mistress' bedroom."
Immediately, some people came to Nan Qi's room.
Nan Qi was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed, as if he was enduring an immense pain.
Shang Liang Yue hooked her lips.
What did he not realize?
Nan Qi was clearly pretending to be asleep.
“Why does the oldest mistress look in pain?”
Shang Liang Yue said in a worried voice, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Nan Qi's hand, her eyes full of worry.
Shang Cong Wen looked at Nan Qi and his anger rolled in his heart.
I just left the house for a day and everything turned upside down.
Does this family residence have to be replaced when I return?
Qing Lian looked at Nan Qi with anger and hatred in her eyes.
Madam is not a good person!
Yan Zhi was nervous.
Madam, you must endure.
The third miss said that as long as the eldest mistress did not wake up, everything would be fine.
But what Yan Zhi did not know was that Nan Qi was enduring the excruciating pain.
It's not fake, it's real.
Because Shang Liang Yue had pinched the acupuncture line on the back of Nan Qi's hand.
The blood vessels were pinched like tendons being pulled out, and he was sweating profusely in pain.
Shang Liang Yue looked at the sweat on Nan Qi's forehead, and Shang Liang Yue became even more anxious. "What's up, Madam? You're sweating too much."
Then he took out a handkerchief to wipe away Nan Qi's sweat, and then pointed with his hand.
The index finger pressed down between Nan Qi's eyebrows.
Nan Qi opened his eyes and pushed him away.
"Get out of here!" Nan Qi pointed towards him.
"Pa—"
"Ah—"
"Basic jal*ng!"
Shang Cong Wen's slap slapped Nan Qi in the face.
Nan Qi fell on the bed. He covered his face and did not answer.
Shang Cong Wen pointed at him and said angrily. "Pull Nan Qi out for me!"
Her words suck. "This is a good princess who was taught by the Nan family!"
Yan Zhi fell to the ground with a desperate expression.
How could the eldest mistress be so out of control?
In the courtyard, Liu Xiu lifted a chair.
Shang Cong Wen sat on top.
Shang Liang Yue sat down.
Nan Qi knelt in the middle.
Shang Liang Yue leaned against the chair, covered her chest with a handkerchief, and looked at Nan Qi sadly and desperately.
"Madam, I knew that I was the daughter of a concubine, so I never expected that Madam would consider me a child. But the Madam is my father's master bedroom, and it keeps me from thinking the Madam is also my mother."
"You don't have to pretend to be here for me, if it wasn't for you, I'd—"
"Shut up!" Shang Congwen roared.
Nan Qi shivered and did not dare to speak.
He didn't forget what he did tonight.
He did it wrong.
But who knew that his master would suddenly return.
Shang Cong Wen looked at Nan Qi who was looking down, angrily and even more disappointed in his heart.
She had never been like this before, but today she seemed to have changed, and she barely knew him.
"Nan Qi, tonight you made a mistake again and again. I can't take it anymore. From now on, you don't have to ask about things inside and outside the family residence. You should ponder it in the south courtyard. You can't go out without my permission!”
“Dad!”
“Master!”
Shang Liang Yue and Nan Qi said simultaneously.
Nan Qi looked at Shang Liang Yue fiercely. “Shut up for me!”
Shang Liang Yue's tears suddenly flowed. "The oldest lady hates me so much."
Shang Cong Wen stood up and pointed at Nan Qi. "You must be silent!"
Nan Qi could not take it anymore, standing up. "Master, I'm your big sedan chair, and the matchmaker is getting married. You talk about me like this for a concubine's son. Do you still have a conscience?"
"Consciousness?" Shang Cong Wen Sneered. "You dare ask me? Persecuting Yu Rou and killing your servant, is this your conscience?"
Nan Qi's eyes flickered, and he quickly said, "I want to persecute Qin, Master knows the reason?"
With a sneer on her lips, she pointed at Shang Liang Yue, and said loudly. "That's because Lady Qin poisoned her, and there's human and physical evidence!"
Shang Cong Wen's face turned grim.
When Shang Liang Yue sent someone to look for her, that person had already told her the whole story.
It's freaky.
"Qin has been in the Shang family residence for many years, and he keeps himself safe and never hurts anyone. Why would he suddenly want to do this?" Shang Cong Wen asked.
"How do I know? I just know that the evidence is strong, and he can't argue with any ruse!"
Shang Cong Wen looked at Nan Qi and narrowed his eyes.
Nan Qi looked at him fearlessly, not dodging at all.
Shang Liang Yue came to Shang Cong Wen's side and said softly, "Dad, if this is the case now, I have something to say."
His weak voice slightly suppressed Shang Cong Wen's anger, and looked at him. "Tell me."
"Me and little mistress rarely met and were not very familiar, she had no reason to poison me. But what the eldest mistress said was not wrong, all of them paying attention to one piece of evidence, if there was no evidence, would not be punished. If there's evidence, it's weird not to get checked."
Shang Cong Wen frowned. "You— Means—"
"Since the eldest mistress is awake, and the child is here, we will interrogate the real killer clearly, and we will not release the real killer."
Shang Congwen looked at Nan Qi, looking happily.
As long as there was evidence, Nan Qi's trickery was useless!
Shang Cong Wen said in a deep voice. "Good! Liu Xiu, bring the little lady here."
Immediately interrogation!
Qing Lian helped Shang Liang Yue to sit down.
Shang Liang Yue looked at Nan Qi, who was not panicking, and hooked her lips.
Madam, I hope you can be so calm later.
Immediately, Qin Yu Rou was brought.
The redness and swelling on his face subsided slightly, but the palm marks on his cheeks were still clear, and Shang Cong Wen looked depressed.
“Bring me a bench for little mistress.”
Qin Yu Rou said, “It's okay if the concubine kneels.” Then he knelt on the ground.
Nan Qi sneered. "Little whores are used to pretending!"
Although Shang Cong Wen felt sorry for Qin Yu Rou, he knew that Qin Yu Rou's actions would not embarrass him, and he felt even more depressed.
Shang Liang Yue asked, "Little Lady, I returned to the pavilion at noon today, but within half an hour, your waiter brought a cake, saying that you gave it to your son, you gave it to your son, is something wrong?"
Qin Yu Rou looked at Shang Liang Yue, her eyes clear. "Miss, there's no such thing."
Nan Qi immediately said, "Omong is empty!"
The blue veins on Shang Cong Wen's forehead suddenly surged. "Nan Qi, you know more. Tell me something and get it out!"
Shang Liang Yue said in a soft voice. "Dad, don't be angry, the eldest mistress is also anxious."
After he finished speaking, he said to Nan Qi. "Don't worry, Eldest Madam, wait until I'm done asking the little mistress. I'll ask you later."
Nan Qi's heart was angry, but when he met Shang Cong Wen's eyes, he still held her back.
He was not in a hurry, the results remained the same, and that would not change!
Shang Liang Yue continued to ask, "Is the waiter who gave the cake to the waiter the servant of the Little Lady?"