The mother of the Hou family eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and went crazy, I won by sucking milk

Seeing the grief-stricken face of Old Madam Zhou, Jiang Wanqing's heart became unusually calm.

Then he slowly said, "I know that Mu Sheng is actually the child of Zhou Zigu and Song Nansheng. I also know that Zhou Zigu can never have children in this life. Mu Sheng is his only son. So, Madam Zhou, why don't you guess again, who killed Mu Sheng? And why can't Zhou Zigu have his own children?"

Old Madam Zhou widened her eyes, pointed at Jiang Wanqing, and stammered.

Jiang Wanqing covered her lips and smiled, "Mrs. Zhou, don't get too excited. That's right, it was me. I pushed Zhou Musheng into the pool yesterday. Zhou Zigu can't have children because I gave him a sterilizing drug. Now, I have divorced Zhou Zigu. I am just waiting to see what happens to your family."

As Jiang Wanqing finished speaking, the hatred in Old Madam Zhou's eyes deepened.

But Jiang Wanqing didn't want to let Madam Zhou go just like that.

Then he opened his mouth again: "Madam Zhou, aren't you curious why the affair with the adulterer was revealed?"

Old Madam Zhou glared at Jiang Wanqing, as if she had guessed something.

Jiang Wanqing kindly explained to her, "In fact, the child in Song Nansheng's belly is your grandson. She has never had an affair with anyone else. I used some tricks to make you think she was a borrowed sperm.

What a pity! Originally, Zhou Zigu had another child besides Mu Sheng, but you killed him with your own hands.

It is precisely because you killed Song Nansheng's child that I was able to provoke her hatred towards you.

So, I indirectly let her know about the affair. As for what happened afterwards, they were all done by Song Nansheng herself. She drugged your Buddhist temple and directed you two to the temple. Of course, I also helped her secretly.

Madam Zhou, tell me, is all this retribution? If you hadn't wanted to plot against me from the beginning, how could I have ended up like this?"

When Mrs. Zhou heard this, she was shocked for a long time.

A line of tears slowly flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Now Old Madam Zhou is speechless.

If Madam Zhou could still speak, Jiang Wanqing would naturally know that Madam Zhou was filled with deep regret and hatred.

After a long pause, when Old Madam Zhou looked at Jiang Wanqing, a hint of pleading appeared in her eyes.

Jiang Wanqing, however, remained unmoved.

He just said coldly: "Song Nansheng, Zhou Musheng, Madam Zhou, and the last one, it should be Zhou Zigu's turn. But don't worry, I won't do it myself. After all, I'm not the only one who hates Zhou Zigu now."

Old Madam Zhou seemed to have thought of something as well.

Could it be that Jiang Wanqing still wanted to use the same tactics as before and let Song Nansheng deal with Zhou Zigu?

Madam Zhou quickly shook her head, with pleading eyes.

Jiang Wanqing raised the handkerchief in her hand, suddenly covered her nose with it, and looked at Old Madam Zhou with contempt.

Yellow urine flowed out of Mrs. Zhou's lower body, accompanied by a foul smell.

This is both poop and shit.

Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but take a step back.

There was a hint of disdain in her expression: "Now, I have made you suffer the consequences of your own actions. It is time for you to have a taste of the suffering I endured in my previous life. Madam Zhou, you must live a long life."

After saying that, Jiang Wanqing turned around and left the room.

Then, Jiang Wanqing followed Shui Yun and walked towards the courtyard where Song Nansheng was.

On the way, Shui Yun asked, "Master, why don't you just kill Madam Zhou?"

Jiang Wanqing paused, and then said, "How can we kill people so casually? Shuiyun, we should be more merciful. Isn't it good to let Madam Zhou live like this?"

At least, Madam Zhou's current treatment is better than what she received in her previous life.

She has servants serving her.

But I have nothing.

After a while, they arrived at the yard where Song Nansheng was.

Song Nansheng's place has also become much more desolate.

There wasn't even a maid to serve her.

Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but frown. How many maids in the mansion had Zhou Zigu dismissed?

Or maybe it was because Zhou Zigu didn't value Song Nansheng, so he didn't even have anyone to serve him.

Ever since Jiang Wanqing’s novel was revealed.

She also learned from Xiaoxiao what Song Nansheng looked like in his previous life.

Ever since she became the mother of the top scholar and the lady of the Marquis of Xingchang, Song Nansheng had become very powerful. After all, her husband had only her as his wife and had never taken a concubine, and her son also respected her and brought honor to her.

Think about Song Nansheng's current fate.

A childless concubine, whose relationship with her husband broke down, became a thorn in the side of Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Jiang Wanqing couldn't help but sigh.

The next second, he opened the door and walked in.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strong scent of Chinese medicine.

I don’t know if this room is soaked in Chinese medicine, it smells very pungent.

Seeing Jiang Wanqing like this, Shui Yun quickly opened the window beside her a little to dissipate the smell.

Jiang Wanqing walked towards the bed behind the screen.

The first thing that caught his eye was Song Nansheng, who was lying on the bed like a living dead.

Song Nansheng stared blankly at the top of the bed.

The whole person looked lifeless.

A pair of eyes, terribly red.

His face was even paler than the white paper.

Song Nansheng seemed to sense the movement of someone coming.

She turned her head slightly and saw Jiang Wanqing.

"Jiang Wanqing? Why are you here? Are you here to laugh at me, too?"

Song Nansheng's voice was quite hoarse and harsh.

Jiang Wanqing looked at Song Nansheng and sighed: "Is it worth it?"

Song Nansheng's pupils shrank slightly, and he was a little surprised.

I don't understand what Jiang Wanqing means.

Jiang Wanqing opened her mouth and said, "Your family background is not bad. Although your father is only a minor official, you are the legitimate daughter and could have married someone else as the principal wife. But now, you have become a concubine and your reputation has been ruined. Does the man you bet everything on still love you? Now that you are like this, does he feel sorry for you at all?"

Every word Jiang Wanqing said was like a sharp blade piercing Song Nansheng's heart.

Song Nansheng looked up to the sky and cried.

With red eyes, he suddenly glared at Jiang Wanqing: "Isn't all this because of you? My reputation was ruined, wasn't it you who helped to fuel it? Now, I have nothing, are you satisfied?"

Jiang Wanqing shook her head helplessly: "I have already divorced Zhou Zigu. What good will it do to me no matter what happens to you? I just can't bear to see you like this."