The Cry of the Phoenix Which Reached the Ninth Heaven Chapter 7: The little white face beaten to death

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Chapter Seven The Little White Face Beaten to Death

"The servant girl...I know." Ting Yue nodded ignorantly.

"Ting Yue, if you disagree with my approach, I will give you a sum of money and send you away." For a person who has not had the painful experience of her own, it is impossible for her to experience her own skin pain. Yao Mowan didn't blame Tingyue, but she couldn't risk leaving someone who doubted herself by her side.

"In Tingyue's eyes, what young lady does is right! In the future, as long as she tells her, Tingyue will spare her life, and will not hesitate!" Tingyue said every word, sonorously and powerfully.

"It's cold, let's go back..." Yao Mowan pursed her lips slightly, smiling at Tingyue. She believed that one day, Ting Yue would understand what she meant, but now, she should have a good night's sleep.

The next day, Yao Tu reported to Yao Zhenting the incident of the fire in the wood shed lightly. Yao Zhenting would never take such trivial matters to his heart. He only took a word to deal with it.

"How about the Queen's funeral?" In the study, Yao Zhenting leaned on a chair tiredly, and the fox questioned. Since the emperor declared that the queen had died of dystocia, he naturally wanted to bury Yao Moxin with the queen's etiquette. Yao Xiangfu, as his mother's family, would inevitably wear filial piety.

"Return to master, everything is ready, just wait for the court to set a date." Yao Tu respectfully replied.

"Okay, you go down!" Yao Zhenting softly touched his temples with his fingers, Yao Moxin and Prince Su were dying, and there was a survivor. Now he only asks that Yao Moxin's things will not affect Yao's view of the emperor. Location, otherwise the gain is not worth the loss.

"Master...Lou Yuxin has been dealt with, and the Yunde troupe has also moved from the imperial city and will never return." Yao Tu whispered.

"If you kill, you won't feel the hate. If she hadn't had a daughter who was a noble concubine, the old man would have killed her!" Yao Zhenting frowned, and the hand on the temple became more gravitational.

"The old slave retires." Yao Tu never said much, which is one of the reasons why Yao Zhenting trusted him.

Ninghua Pavilion

The sun shone through the criss-cross window lattices and cast mottled shadows. On the bed, Yao Mowan fanned her eyes, her forehead was full of fine beads of sweat, and the brocade mattress clenched by her hands was already wrinkled.

"Ah—Zhonger!" A stern voice suddenly sounded, Yao Mowan stood up suddenly, panting heavily, although in a dream, the scene of Lenggong was extremely real when Yao Mowan’s mind appeared. Let her be on the scene.

"Miss, are you okay?" At this time, Ting Yue ran in and asked worriedly.

"It's okay...It's just a nightmare, is Liu awake?" Yao Mowan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes without a trace, and exhaled a long breath.

"Here, I'm waiting in the hall." Tingyue replied according to the facts.

"Why didn't you wake me up? Bring the clothes over." Yao Mowan raised her eyes and looked out the window, presumably it was almost noon.

"The maidservant was too tired to watch the lady, so she couldn't bear to wake her up." Seeing Yao Mowan anxious, Tingyue took off the clothes from the hanger and helped Yao Mowan freshen up.

When Yao Mowan walked out of the inner room, Liu Xingzheng stood respectfully in the middle of the hall.

"Why didn't you sit and wait?" Yao Mowan asked suspiciously.

"Liu Xing is a slave, so there is no reason to wait for the lady." Seeing Yao Mowan walk out, Liu Xing subconsciously showed joy. Yao Mowan saw all this in his eyes, and a trace of helplessness flashed in his heart.

"Lou Yuxin is dead?" Yao Mowan didn't let Liu Xing sit down, let him figure out this relationship, so as not to deep-rooted love and ask for trouble.

"The young lady really expected things like a god. Last night, Liu Xing found someone to follow Lou Yu's mind in secret, watching him be beaten to death by a few masked men." Liu Xing admired and looked at Yao. Mo Wan.