But she had to bear it.

The little servant girl can only support her carefully.

To the door of Mrs. Ye's yard, ye Qinling's face is white, but with a smile on her face.

But the more so, the more heartache Mrs. Ye is.

"My lemon son, you are not well, how did you come here? What's the matter for someone to call you Niang? Are you OK soon?"

Mrs. Ye was distressed and quickly helped Ye Qinling to lean on the couch.

Ye Qinling's face was white, but his face was smiling: "Niang, I'm ok. I haven't seen my mother during this period. I miss my mother very much. I always want to stay with my mother. It seems that only in this way can I feel at ease."

Mrs. Ye listened to her words and her eyes turned red: "it's all mother's fault. Mother should have insisted on not letting you marry that Zhou Liang, otherwise you won't suffer these hardships."

"I don't blame my mother. My daughter used to be capricious, so did her daughter..."

Ye Qinling sighed and said with a smile as relaxed as possible: "Niang, I heard that the house was robbed last night?"

Mrs. Ye nodded: "yes."

"Got it?" Ye Qin and Lin are worried.

Mrs. Ye shook her head, and ye Qinling worried: "Niang, is that wuxiangguo OK?"

Mrs. Ye smelled the speech and laughed: "you this wench is afraid that those people rush to Wuxiang fruit."

Ye Qinling knew what she meant and made a mistake. She also showed a shy smile on her face:

"Niang, I'm afraid... In case of being stolen, brother Yelin will... Niang, is the wuxiangguo in the warehouse? You can't have it stolen. "

"Don't worry. It's related to my daughter's happiness now. It won't be stolen."

Mrs. ye said with a smile that ye Qinling was afraid of the thief and went to wuxiangguo.

She was naturally worried that she had no chips.

"Mother, is that father's collection?" Ye Qinling asked tentatively.

Mrs. Ye nodded: "sure, your father and baby have this thing. How can it be stolen? Don't worry, your parents will succeed this time and let you do as you wish."

Ye Qinling also wants to ask again, but Mrs. Ye has already diverted the topic and cares about her body again.

Is saying words, ye Qinling saw the mammy who just gave her the news, the body is not from stiff under.

No useful information was available from Mrs. Ye. She held the couch and said, "mother, if things are OK, I'll go back first."

Then he looked at the mammy: "Niang, let mother Chen send me."

Mrs. Ye is now obedient to Ye Qinling, and now she points to mammy Chen.

Out of the yard, ye Qinling let her servant girl who was close to her side to follow her in the distance. She took mammy Chen and said in a hurry:

"you can help me pass on the message to him, saying that my father is a special treasure. It's unrealistic to destroy it. Tell him that I will try to prevent it from reaching Han Yelin."

"His purpose is to let Han Yelin die. As long as we don't give him fruitless results, he can't live."

Mother Chen did not say anything, but said, "yes, the old slave will pass it on to the master."

Ye Qinling breathes a sigh of relief, although she is reluctant to let Han Yelin die, but... If he can live in exchange for his death, it is not impossible to give up.

If he could be a little better to himself, things would not be like this.

"Mammy, when did you become his man? How many more of you are his Ye Qinling looks at mother Chen and suddenly asks.

But mammy Chen was still, light way: "Miss, the old slave just help Miss pass a word, the other old slaves do not know."

Ye Qinling doesn't think she really doesn't know, but she also knows that she won't say it.

But she didn't care. Her life was in Rui Wang's hands. What else did she care about?

As long as she lives well, the rest doesn't matter!

Ye Qinling thought like this, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

It was they who gave up her first. Now she comes back just for herself and cares about others to die!

Even if the whole prime minister's office was Rui Wang's, she didn't care.

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