After marrying a sickly and powerful official, Jiaojiao cries every day

Madam Chu frowned, her whole body shivering as she said, "It's impossible that it's the Queen's..."

"The queen was born into a noble family. She was a daughter of a well-educated family who was carefully nurtured. She is well-educated, well-mannered and gentle. We know her inside out. It is impossible for her to come into contact with something like Gu, and it is even more impossible for her to have such a vicious personality."

Mrs. Chu was horrified. After taking a big gulp of hot tea, she still felt unusually cold. But even so, she still didn't believe that the gentle queen would be that kind of person.

"Don't be anxious, Auntie. Sister Ranyan probably doesn't mean that. Let's listen to her finish her words first." Shen Zhixiang spoke at the right time. She remained sober and calm and felt that there must be twists and turns in this matter.

Wen Ranyan took in the expressions on their faces and said in a leisurely tone, "Of course it's not the queen. She blatantly summoned you to the palace. If something happened, she would be the first person to be suspected. She would not do such a stupid thing."

"As for that imperial concubine, I have always been very curious about her." Wen Ranyan's thoughts jumped very quickly, and in just half a second, she was drawn to someone else: "There are three thousand beauties in the harem, fat and thin, charming and beautiful, each different, but Helian Xiao dotes on that imperial concubine to the extreme. Is it because she is delicate and considerate? But there are countless women like this in the harem. Even if they are favored by the emperor for a while, it is impossible for them to stay so long."

After all, Helian Xiao is not a normal person, but it is really unusual that he is so addicted to it.

Lord Chu moved his lips, having a guess in his mind but not daring to say it out loud.

Feng Qiwu had no scruples and sneered, "Maybe he was bewitched."

Wen Ranyan met his gaze and smiled even more deeply: "Besides, Helian Xiao has been in power for many years but has no offspring. He must have consulted the imperial physician, but the imperial physician could not find anything wrong. This is such a strange thing. I don't believe that he has not been bewitched."

Her voice was smiling and gentle, but at this moment it sounded strange. The warm room suddenly became as cold as winter, sending chills down one's spine.

From being the only favorite to having no children was normal in itself, but when she described it in such detail, it seemed to have become even more bizarre and no longer normal.

"But Lan Yue has no grudge against her, so why would she want to harm our Lan Yue?" Mrs. Chu spoke, with doubts in her heart that were difficult to resolve for the time being.

Feng Qiwu sat leisurely the whole time, raised his eyelids, and said nonchalantly: "It depends on who is behind her."

The wind blew past, and the flower hall suddenly became silent. Jackdaws flew to the branches and sat there withered, and there was a chill in the silence.

Lord Chu stared into deep thought. After just a moment, he seemed to have figured something out and said, "If that's the case, then she must be Feng Zhuyue's."

He paused, and continued, "The imperial concubine was born in a poor family. If Feng Zhuyue had not introduced her to him, she would never have been able to see the emperor. Now that I think about it carefully, I know that Feng Zhuyue had that idea in mind since then, and he also buried a sharp sword. His mind is really meticulous, but when I think back to his past behavior, he was very impatient. His personality is really contradictory."

Shen Zhixiang knew Feng Zhuyue quite well, and couldn't help but say: "This move really doesn't seem like his handiwork. There must be someone behind the scenes helping him with the plan."

Several people chatted with each other, and in just a few words, they found out Feng Zhuyue's background.

He thought he had done this very carefully, but in the end it still couldn't escape the sharp eyes of everyone.

Lord Chu stroked his chin and suddenly chuckled, "Your Highness's move is a brilliant one. If it weren't for today's incident, it wouldn't have been exposed so early. Is he so anxious to use this move because he was spanked fifty times by His Majesty during the Spring Hunt and tens of thousands of his private soldiers were wiped out?"

Shen Zhixiang remained calm and said calmly: "A little impatience will ruin a big plan. He will never succeed like this."

Listening to the conversation between the two, Wen Ranyan and Feng Qiwu smiled at each other, as if they had a little secret in common.

Behind Feng Zhuyue's impatience, perhaps Feng Qiwu was also instigating the situation.

It was the Taoist body that was sent over a few days ago.

When Feng Zhuyue saw this, he would surely recall the evil things he had done. He would be filled with guilt and would become more and more upset, and he would be close to committing suicide.

Madam Chu clutched the handkerchief tightly and said, "Now that we know who murdered Lan Yue, we must return the blame one by one. We cannot let Lan Yue suffer this in vain."

Lord Chu tried to comfort her, but there was a layer of frost between his brows: "The hidden chess has become an open chess. The chess master has ambition but no strategy to deal with it. It is really easy to pay this debt back, but no matter how simple it is, it still requires some planning. No matter how painful it is, it will be dealt with."

Feng Qiwu put down the cooled teacup, a hint of hostility flashed across her eyes, but her thin lips were still curved, and she smiled beautifully.

"I learned that Feng Zhuyue rented a pier, and I don't know what he is doing. He has such a large sum of money to support assassins and build such a huge Juxian Building. I think it is related to this business."

"Strike the snake at its weakest point. Your Majesty may want to start from there."

Feng Qiwu raised his eyelids and spoke in a slow tone, but a cold light flashed in his dark eyes, like a deep pool.

"Thank you for telling me." Lord Chu looked into his eyes and couldn't help but frown.

I always feel that he has figured out everything about Feng Zhuyue, but he only said half of it. It's really terrible.

However, his words did give them a direction, and they had to accept the favor.

Wen Ranyan and Feng Qiwu sat for a while, and left before it got completely dark.

Lord Chu originally wanted to keep them for dinner at his mansion, but they were eager to go home.

The sky was dim, and the bright flames from the lamp niches on all sides illuminated the scattered paths. Thick shadows intertwined, casting a layer of faint glow on the two people. As the two people moved closer, the light and shadows became thicker.

After getting on the carriage, Wen Ranyan glanced at him and couldn't help asking, "What is Feng Zhuyue doing?"

Feng Qiwu came closer to her, his eyes dark and burning, he leaned against her ear and said slowly, "You are so smart, why not try to guess it."

The carriage was cramped and the light was dim, and when the two of them leaned against each other, a hint of romance arose, and the foul air they exhaled soon became sticky and hot.

Wen Ranyan raised her head, looked at his handsome face so close to her, and asked in a charming voice, "Could it be that you are selling weapons?"

"Not really." Feng Qiwu curled his lips, grabbed her waist, rolled her into his arms, and sat her on his legs.

Wen Ranyan took advantage of the situation and put her arms around his neck, leaning against him.

From her position, she could clearly see the darkness and desire intertwined in his eyes, strong and fierce, like a fire that could start a prairie fire.

Seeing that he was still keeping it a secret, Wen Ranyan placed her hands on his chest and leaned over, her scent as fragrant as orchid: "Could it be that he is selling salt?"

If you want to make such a huge amount of money in a short period of time, there are only these two things.

"Madam is really smart."

Feng Qiwu rubbed his knees lightly, and there was a terrifying joy flowing through his eyes, and the lust in his eyes could not be suppressed at all.