Tears welled up in her eyes and dripped onto Song Yihuan's hand, bringing back her almost out - of - control emotions.
Calming down, she withdrew her hand from Meng's neck and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Since Meng dared to swear by the Buddha that she didn't do it, it meant that she indeed didn't "personally" take action. However, the tragic death of her mother was definitely related to this stepmother. She hadn't found the wrong person.
She guessed that Meng had another accomplice, and that person was the real culprit who caused her mother's fetus to be too large and led to a difficult premature delivery.
Looking down at Meng, who was sleeping with her eyes closed, Song Yihuan's heart was as cold as ice.
Humph, the mistress of the Marquis Mansion? Noble in status? She would make Meng lose all of this completely and become a divorced woman, living a life even worse than her mother's.
Humiliating a person was a thousand times more painful than killing her.
Song Yihuan left Meng's Qiushuang Courtyard. Escorted by Feixue, she avoided the patrolling servants and returned to the Qinghe Courtyard smoothly.
On the way back, Feixue couldn't help but look at Song Yihuan's back.
She had been guarding outside the house just now, not allowing anyone to approach Meng's room in case Song Yihuan's plan failed. As a martial artist with good hearing, she naturally heard the conversation between the two people inside clearly.
That conversation surprised her greatly. She didn't expect that such a beautiful young lady like Song Yihuan would hide such deep hatred in her heart.
No wonder the young master had sent her here to protect Song Yihuan. What Song Yihuan was doing now could be regarded as a heinous act in the eyes of the world.
However, she didn't think Song Yihuan was wrong. Instead, her heart was filled with excitement.
— A mother's murderer must be avenged!
Chunxing had been waiting in the room for a long time. She was extremely anxious. When she heard the sound outside the door and saw Song Yihuan and Feixue walking in, she finally let out a sigh of relief.
Stepping forward, Chunxing asked in a low voice, "How about it, Fourth Miss? Did you find out anything from the Marquis's wife?"
Song Yihuan sat down on the chair, took a sip of the hot tea, and said coldly, "She refused to admit that she was the one who harmed my mother, but my mother's death is definitely related to her."
Thinking of the repeated mention of the "God of Literature" by Meng just now, Song Yihuan frowned.
The God of Literature? That fool Song Nanzhe was not even a match for a single finger of Xuan'er. How could he be the reincarnation of the God of Literature? And Meng also mentioned her mother and Xuan'er just now, saying that the child of a concubine like her mother was not worthy of being the God of Literature.
Song Yihuan tightened her fists. Could it be that this was the reason why her stepmother wanted to harm her mother? But where did the saying of the God of Literature come from? Why had she never heard of it?
Song Yihuan told Chunxing her doubts. The matter of the "God of Literature" triggered Chunxing's memory.
She slapped her palm hard and said to Song Yihuan, "Fourth Miss, I remember!"
"Many years ago, the Marquis's wife and our mistress were pregnant almost at the same time. But the Marquis's wife's pregnancy was not as stable as our mistress's. She suffered a lot in the first three months, and there was even a risk of miscarriage when she was seven months pregnant. It took many doctors to barely keep the baby."
"One day, several Buddhist nuns were invited to the mansion and stayed in the Marquis's wife's courtyard for three days before leaving. This matter was very secretive. By chance, I happened to be going out to do something that day and saw Tianqing sending the nuns out of the back door."
"I was curious, so I wandered around the servants' courtyard and found out that they were invited by the Marquis's wife to pray for the baby in her womb."
"Since it had nothing to do with our Qinghe Courtyard, I forgot about it later. If Fourth Miss hadn't mentioned it today, I really wouldn't have thought of this."
After listening to Chunxing's words, Song Yihuan already had a vague guess in her mind.
The Buddhist nuns.
There was only one nunnery in the capital city, and that was the Changyue Nunnery. She didn't expect that the Changyue Nunnery had such a deep relationship with the Ding'an Marquis Mansion and had been in contact with them since a long time ago.
Could it be that the "Beimantuo" from the Northern Di tribe was obtained from the nuns of the Changyue Nunnery?
Song Yihuan asked Chunxing, "Do you still remember what those nuns looked like?"
Chunxing shook her head and then said, "Although I don't remember, as long as I see those nuns, I will definitely recognize them!"
Song Yihuan squinted her eyes slightly. It seemed that she had to go to the Changyue Nunnery.
...
In the Prince Ning's Mansion.
When she learned that Song Nanxin had been driven out of the villa by Ji Lingchuan overnight, in the Songhe Courtyard, the Princess of Prince Ning stopped the hand that was holding the Buddhist beads and sighed,
"It seems that Chuan'er is determined to divorce this wife I found for him. He can't even bear it for a moment."
Nanny Chen was massaging her temples and advised, "The young master has always been a person who can't tolerate any sand in his eyes. Although the young mistress's experience is pitiful, she schemed against her own younger sister and the young master at the same time. The two sisters have played with the young master for so long. It's normal for the young master to be angry."
"However, fortunately, the lineage of the Prince Ning's Mansion has not been cut off. Miss Song Si is pregnant now. After the young master becomes a father, perhaps his temper will not be so stubborn."
The Princess of Prince Ning paused for a moment and said, "You're right. I hope Song Yihuan can finish the matter in the Marquis Mansion soon and come back to the Prince Ning's Mansion to take good care of her pregnancy. This is my eldest grandson. I need to take good care of him and make sure nothing goes wrong."
In the dead of night, a figure slipped into the Qinghe Courtyard of the Ding'an Marquis Mansion like a ghost.
In the courtyard, Feixue knelt on one knee.
"Your subordinate Feixue pays respects to the young master."
Feixue's real name was "Fumeng". She and Fuxing were twins, but they didn't look very similar. They had followed Ji Lingchuan since childhood and were very loyal to him.
"Feixue? Is this the name she gave you?" Ji Lingchuan noticed her self - introduction.
Feixue nodded with a smile, "Yes, this is the name the young lady gave me. I like it very much."
It seemed that Fumeng and Song Yihuan got along very well.
Putting his mind at ease, Ji Lingchuan said, "Tell me what she did tonight."
Feixue stood up straight and told Ji Lingchuan everything Song Yihuan had done.
"Beimantuo?" Ji Lingchuan frowned.
He had heard of this thing. It was a kind of waterweed that grew in the waters of the Northern Di tribe. It looked like a Chinese honey locust and was often taken back as a honey locust for washing clothes. However, its juice was poisonous. Although it was not fatal, it would make people gradually lose weight.
How did the poisonous weed from the Northern Di tribe end up in the capital city?
He remembered that when Concubine Rou was pregnant, it was the 16th year of the Jinghong era. Could it be that the Northern Di tribe had sneaked into the capital city and been active there since that time?
This discovery made Ji Lingchuan's expression even more solemn.
"Protect her well. No matter what she does, try your best to help her achieve it. Don't let her take risks."
Feixue clasped her fists and said, "Yes, your subordinate obeys!"
Ji Lingchuan entered the room and sat down beside the bed.
Looking at Song Yihuan, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, he gently pushed the hair on her temple behind her ear.
He knew that there was hatred hidden in her heart. He understood why she did what she did and would not interfere with her at all.
He just hoped that she could trust him more and rely on him more, instead of shouldering everything on her own.
He sat there with the sleeping beauty for a long time before getting up and leaving.
After he left, Song Yihuan, who had been sleeping soundly, opened her eyes. Her fingers landed on the place where he had just sat, and she remained silent.