The mistress died of overwork, and after rebirth, she was bad at raising her cubs

Shen Qingyao knelt straight, with a determined look on her face, and looked at Shen Qinglan with a hint of hope.

Shen Qingyao knew that Shen Qinglan was her last chance and her only chance!

If Shen Qinglan doesn't help her, all that awaits her is a three-foot white silk!

Shen Qinglan listened to Shen Qingyao's words, leaned forward slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch Shen Qingyao's chin, with a faint smile on his face, and asked in a gentle voice:

"My mother's secret? What secret?"

At this moment, Shen Qinglan was clearly smiling, but Shen Qingyao felt a sudden increase in pressure!

It was as if the person in front of her was like a mountain, pressing down on her so hard that she could hardly breathe.

Shen Qingyao's heart tightened, she felt a little nervous, took a deep breath and said:

"For example, your mother's death was not an accident, but man-made."

Man-made?

Shen Qinglan couldn't help but be slightly dazed.

As far as I can remember, everyone said that my mother had lost a lot of energy since giving birth to her, so her body became weaker and weaker day by day.

Later on, Shen Qinglan remembered that her mother could not even leave the room.

Every day, my mother would lean on the bed, looking at the world in the yard.

Marquis Jing'an also specially planted a particularly beautiful crabapple tree in front of the window for his mother so that his mother could see the beautiful scenery even when sitting in front of the window.

On the day her mother passed away, she could no longer sit by the window and look at the crabapple blossoms. Shen Qinglan wanted to pick the crabapple blossoms herself and bring them into the house for her mother.

But Marquis Jing'an was afraid that she would fall, so he picked it himself and put it in his mother's room.

But Shen Qinglan never expected that her mother would pass away that night.

The fireflies in the sky seemed to sense the mother's passing and flew to her room.

The crabapple flower seemed to be bound together with the mother's life. It withered and died on the second day and was finally removed by Marquis Jing'an.

Thinking of this, Shen Qinglan's heart couldn't help but tighten slightly, and his eyes were sore.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her eyes were clear. She looked at Shen Qingyao and said:

"Tell me everything you know."

Seeing this, Shen Qingyao knew that there was hope for this matter, but she still couldn't help asking:

"Then my business..."

"As long as what you say is true, I will help you."

Shen Qingyao was relieved when she heard this. She looked at Shen Qinglan hesitantly before saying:

"The person who killed my sister's mother was the wife of Marquis Jing'an."

"Zhao Chunlan?" Shen Qinglan was slightly stunned and a little surprised.

Zhao Chunlan had not yet entered the palace at that time, so how did she do anything?

Shen Qingyao nodded and without hesitation, told Shen Qinglan everything about the argument between Zhao Chunlan and Shen Qingli that she heard when she passed by Zhao Chunlan's yard that night.

In fact, it was really a coincidence that day. Shen Qingyao originally wanted to tell Zhao Chunlan about this matter. After all, Zhao Chunlan was the wife of Marquis Jing'an, so she should be able to take care of it.

But unexpectedly, I heard Zhao Chunlan personally admit that she had killed Shen Qinglan's mother!

Zhao Chunlan hadn't even entered the mansion yet, but she dared to kill the wife of the Marquis. She was so cruel. How could Shen Qingyao place her hopes on her?

In addition, Zhao Chunlan was locked up by Marquis Jing'an as soon as she came back yesterday. It can be seen that Zhao Chunlan is already unable to take care of herself, so how could she care about her own affairs?

So Shen Qingyao struggled for a whole night before finally giving it her all and going to find Shen Qinglan.

When Shen Qinglan heard what Shen Qingyao said, his breathing quickened a bit. He slammed his hands weakly on the table and clenched the teacup, as if to vent his anger.

Shen Qingyao looked at Shen Qinglan's appearance at this moment. Although he had a blank expression on his face, in fact, there seemed to be an invisible murderous aura surrounding him, which was terrifying.

After a long while, Shen Qinglan finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "Go back first, and don't mention what happened today to anyone."

"Yes, then I..."

"I will mention your marriage to the War King. Right now, the War King is going to commend the meritorious officials in the Battle of Lihe, and he will definitely promote a wave of talents. They may not have prominent family backgrounds, but they are very capable, which is just right for you."

Shen Qingyao is just the concubine's daughter of the second branch of the Marquis of Jing'an's Mansion. Her family background in the capital is quite ordinary.

Even if she gets married, at most she will marry a bastard of another noble family, or become a concubine of a legitimate wife, and she will be able to see the end of her life.

But at this time, if she could marry a hero in the battle of Lihe, even if he was just a seventh-rank centurion, it would be an excellent way out for Shen Qingyao.

After all, military officers are different from civil officials. As long as they dare to fight and are able to work hard, there will always be opportunities for promotion.

Shen Qingyao was naturally aware of this, and she thanked Shen Qinglan profusely before leaving.

As soon as Shen Qingyao left, Shuyu couldn't help but approach Shen Qinglan and said worriedly:

"Miss...are you okay?"

Seeing Shen Qinglan remained silent, Shuyu comforted her worriedly:

"Perhaps the Third Miss heard it wrongly? Perhaps..."

Shen Qinglan raised her head, a hint of cruelty flashed in her eyes, and she interrupted Shu Yu's words, and spoke slowly in a quiet voice:

"Whether it is true or not, we will know after opening the coffin and examining it."

When Shu Yu heard this, his face changed, and he looked at Shen Qinglan with some fear and said:

"But, but this, wouldn't this be disrespectful to the Madam?"

Shen Qinglan had already stood up, and the teacup in her hand had been crushed by her.

The fragment pierced her palm, blood flowed out, and drops fell to the ground, but Shen Qinglan seemed not to notice it and said firmly:

"If we don't investigate the cause of my mother's death, if we let the murderer go unpunished, if we don't avenge this, that would be disrespectful!"

When Shuyu heard this, tears immediately flowed down her face. She held Shen Qinglan's hand distressedly and said:

"Okay, okay, Miss, don't get excited. Treat your wound first. No matter what, your health is the most important thing."

Shen Qinglan didn't say anything and just let Shuyu help treat his wound.

"what happened?"

Just at this moment, Ren Wei was pushing Huo Zhanting over. Huo Zhanting was sitting in a wheelchair. He saw the wound on Shen Qinglan's hand at a glance and couldn't help frowning.

Hearing this, Shen Qinglan raised her eyes to look at Huo Zhanting, forced a smile, shook her head and said:

"It's okay. I accidentally broke the teacup and cut my hand."

Huo Zhanting glanced at Shen Qinglan and said nothing. He just let Ren Wei push him in front of Shen Qinglan and said to Shuyu:

"The King is coming."

Shu Yu took the medicine and bandages and looked at Shen Qinglan hesitantly. Shen Qinglan was about to refuse, but Huo Zhanting took the medicine and said:

"You have helped me a lot these days. Now consider it as my reward."

Shen Qinglan smiled, looked at the medicinal field that had been planted almost to completion, and said:

"The War King has already repaid the favor."

"That's not enough." Huo Zhanting spoke directly.

Immediately, Shen Qinglan was speechless and did not say anything for a while.

Huo Zhanting pursed his lips and carefully applied medicine and bandaged Shen Qinglan's wound.

He was somewhat relieved that his hands could move and he was not really a waste.

Shen Qinglan's slender white hands formed a sharp contrast with Huo Zhanting's slender yet slightly rough wheat-colored skin.

Huo Zhanting looked at the strong color difference and his eyes became gloomy. He couldn't help but want to hold Shen Qinglan's hand and grasp all the white in his palm.

After Huo Zhanting bandaged Shen Qinglan's hand, he looked up at Shen Qinglan and said seriously:

"If you don't want to laugh, you don't have to force yourself. Qinglan, since you've married into the palace, I hope you can always be genuinely happy. You don't have to be polite to me."

Shen Qinglan looked at Huo Zhanting in surprise, her heart skipped a beat, and then she asked seriously:

"Then, can I tell you the truth?"

"nature."