Maid's Counterattack

Chapter 27: Chapter 27
On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the third wife's parents lived in Yuexiuxuan, as they said, they left Zhao's mansion after breakfast the next morning.

The third wife who sent her parents away with tears turned around and suddenly changed her face, glaring at the eldest son.

"Sister, why are you looking at Xuan'er like this?"

The eldest lady frowned.

"My lord, I want to search at Da Furen's place. I'm afraid she has evidence of framing Jun'er."

The third lady ignored the eldest lady, and bowed her knees directly to Mr. Zhao and saluted.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Da Furen stared angrily and said.

"Master, do you really not love Jun'er?"

The third lady stared at Master Zhao with sad eyes.

"Since you're sure, it's okay to go and have a look."

Master Zhao looked at the people around him, probably because he couldn't hold back his face and finally spoke.

"master!"

Although the madam's eyes were about to pop out of anger, she still didn't dare to argue with Master Zhao.

So the third lady took her son Qingjun to the eldest lady's residence angrily.

"Which play is this?"

Fang Xin, who never liked to join in the fun, also looked at them with more interest.

"Come on, let's go and have a look."

After Fang Xin finished speaking, he followed and walked towards the place that aroused everyone's curiosity.

"You guys are too outrageous to rummage through my clothes like this."

As soon as Fang Xin led Zi Luo to the door, he heard the angry voice of the eldest lady.

"Hmph, master, look what this is."

The third son probably found something and showed it to Mr. Zhao.

Fang Xin also quickened his pace and walked into the main house, only to see Master Zhao holding a crumpled piece of paper, Zi Luo was startled and couldn't help but hold his breath.

"What is this, a piece of torn paper?"

The eldest lady roared.

"Master, look at this font, it was clearly written by Rou Tong before his death."

Qingjun next to the third lady handed her a painting with flowers and a poem on it.

"It was given to me by Rou Tong before his death. I still keep it. Fortunately, I still keep it."

The third lady couldn't help gritting her teeth and accentuated the last few words.

"Look, it says that if one day I die, it must be related to Qingxuan."

The third lady read the words on the paper.

The people present were terrified when they heard this sentence.

"Nonsense, I am his husband, how could her death be related to me."

The eldest son argued.

"Look who's coming!"

Following the eyes of the third lady, everyone saw sister Zhui'er pushing the doctor of that day into the door.

"Master, madam, forgive me, it has nothing to do with the little one."

The doctor was shaking like chaff.

"Don't worry, as long as you report the truth, I will not make it difficult for you."

Master Zhao looked at the doctor kneeling on the ground with a dark face, it was hard to believe that he would not take his anger out on that doctor.

"Master, I was only ordered to make a doctor's visit that day. I didn't expect her to die because her clothes were messy and damaged. I also accidentally saw many old scars on her body, which means that those injuries can't be caused in a day or two. Yes, and she probably has internal injuries as well."

The doctor was suddenly silent, probably because he saw the distorted, black face, or bruised face of the old lady in front of him.

"Bastard!"

After a long time, Mr. Zhao, who was staring at the doctor, suddenly turned around and looked at Qing Jun as if thinking of something.

"Father, they framed me, framed me."

The eldest son rushed towards the doctor roaring and waving his fists.

"Stop messing around, I know it well."

Master Zhao scolded, and the moment he was about to hit the doctor, the eldest son stopped.

"Xuan'er, you've been very tired recently. You have court affairs and you have to take care of your family affairs. Let Jun'er take care of you for a while. You should take care of yourself."

Master Zhao glared at the eldest lady and threw his sleeves away after finishing speaking.

After Mr. Zhao left, the third lady also walked out of the house with a triumphant smile, and the people who gathered around the yard to join in the fun also dispersed.

"It's inconceivable that the third lady can have such means!"

On the way back to Yifuxuan, Fang Xin muttered.

And Zi Luo was full of blood, recalling that she secretly put the note written by Rou Tong into the gray clothes of the eldest lady in the changing room, so she asked Chu Qing what the eldest lady wore the least on weekdays color clothes.

Then she spent half an hour copying Routong's calligraphy on the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival. She has no skills, but she has a good skill. He took classes so that the teacher only knew her and not her brother.

She took the written note and gave it to the third son who met by chance, which said: I left a note in the gray dress in the lady's closet, and someone with predestined relationship will expose their true colors for me.

The reason why she didn't give the note written by Rou Tong directly to the third son was so that she could expose them on the spot later.

"Zi Luo, I want to eat some apples, why do I always get some oranges and grapes recently?"

After returning to Yifuxuan, Fang Xin looked at the fruit on the plate angrily and said.

"Returning to Madam, it's not easy to buy the latest apples. After they are distributed to the First Madam and the Third Madam, they will be lost to us."

Zi Luo secretly looked at Fang Xin's face, and answered carefully.

"Hmph, return these to the kitchen, bring some snacks, and tell them that they will only have these in the future, so there is no need to distribute fruit to Yifuxuan."

Although Fang Xin was angry, her tone was flat. Zi Luo admired her character of being able to hold her breath.

"Yes, ma'am."

Ziluo took the fruit and left the house.

On the way to the kitchen, Ziluo ran into Chuqing.

"Ziluo, I have something to tell you."

Chuqing tugged Ziluo's sleeve lightly, first walked towards the back of the nearby rockery, and Ziluo followed.

"Zi Luo, last time why did you ask my wife what color clothes she doesn't often wear?"

Chu Qing said in a low voice.

"Didn't I say that the fourth lady wants to give the eldest lady a piece of clothing, so I want to know more about it."

Ziluo showed sincere eyes.

"Ziluo! You are my good friend, I don't want you to be in danger, do you understand?"

Chuqing's tone was still anxious and worried.

"Chuqing, what's wrong with you, don't worry, I won't be in danger."

Ziluo was a little anxious.

"Before you always asked me some strange questions about the eldest lady. I was very worried about you, so I tried my best to eavesdrop on the conversation between the eldest lady and others. I hope someone can help you."

Chu Qing's complexion became more and more unsightly, and even showed a look of fear.

"One time the Eldest Prince came to the wife's room very late, and closed the door after entering the room. Yazhu was not feeling well that day, so I stayed in the wing room instead of Yazhu. I tiptoed to the door and listened to their speech."

Chu Qing swallowed, and recalled. !
"It's been so long, the matter of Routong should be over."

The eldest son spoke first.

"Don't worry, no one will find out, this matter has been planned since we decided to marry Routong, there will be no mistakes."

The eldest lady said in a deep voice.

"Rou Tong is dead. Although her father is afraid of the master, he is not easy to provoke. In this way, she must establish a good relationship with General Wang and marry Xingxue. Besides, the relationship between the master and the third lady's father has already become troubled." Stiff, that bitch is going to be mad if not dead this time."

The eldest lady continued.

"mother…"

The eldest son hesitated to speak.

"What? What are you afraid of! Go back, don't be nervous."

The eldest lady scolded.

Hearing this, Chu Qing quietly went back to the wing room with breathless breath, closed the door, and slid to the ground against the door, she never expected that they were so vicious.

Recalling this, Zi Luo suddenly realized that the eldest lady didn't know that the eldest son had domestic violence, so she didn't know that this matter would be exposed, especially because Routong left a note.

"Chuqing, don't be afraid, just pretend you don't know anything, for someone, you have to be strong."

Ziluo hugged the trembling Chuqing to comfort her, but she knew that she was not afraid, maybe Chuqing could also feel her accelerating heartbeat, but she could only hide her inner fragility under a calm expression , absorbed alone until she could no longer bear it, or became stronger.

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