The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

"What about her?"

Ge Dongqing roared from the bottom of his throat. It was the first time that the people in the mansion saw the master so angry.

"Haha, of course I'll send her back to Jiao Man Lou to continue performing and benefiting the people. Is she going to stay on your bed with no status and no position? No matter how anxious you are, don't be so rude. I'm doing this for your own good. If you don't listen to my advice, then it won't just be me, the abandoned woman Lu Si Niang, who will be laughed at."

After Ge Dongqing knew where Fu Liu was going, he hurriedly got out of bed and put on his shoes. It seemed that he was going to Jiaomanlou to find Fu Liu.

Lu Si Niang said disdainfully, "It seems that Lord Ge has indeed recovered. Remember to bring your official uniform when you stay overnight at Jiao Man Lou. You have to go to the palace to attend the court meeting tomorrow."

"Don't worry about my business."

Lu Si Niang nodded meaningfully. "Okay, I've said too much... However, I wrote a memorial to the Emperor today. I believe the Emperor already knows that you have recovered. If you dare to feign illness and not attend the court meeting tomorrow, you will be charged with deceiving the Emperor and sentenced to death."

"You..." Ge Dongqing swung his hand that was pointing at Lu Siniang fiercely and walked away.

The maid Lian'er was very angry. She said indignantly, "Is the master so impatient to see Fuliu?"

Lu Siniang curled her lips into a smile, her eyes full of hatred, "Let him go, Fu Liu needs comfort the most at this time."

Ge Dongqing lived up to Fu Liu's expectations and Jiao Manlou's mother's expectations. As soon as he woke up from his coma, he ran to the bright and bustling Jiao Manlou.

The servant who drove the carriage had participated in Fu Liu's parade during the day, and now he was driving the carriage to take the master to meet Fu Liu. The servant kept his mouth shut and didn't say a word along the way. Even Xiao Si, who often followed Ge Dongqing, didn't say a word. It was up to their master to see for himself what Fu Liu's condition was now. If Fu Liu felt wronged, she could complain to her master. What these servants said would be unnecessary.

At Ge Dongqing's urging, the coachman whipped the horse, and the wheels of the carriage rolled over the stone slabs, making a rapid "clattering" sound. The rows of shops with lights on the doorways were left far behind, leaving only a whistling sound echoing in the ears of passers-by.

With the neighing of a horse and the sharp and piercing sound of the wheels rubbing against the ground, the Ge Mansion's carriage stopped in front of Jiaomanlou's door.

Jiaomanlou's mother has been waiting here for a long time. Although a phoenix without feathers is no better than a chicken, Jiaomanlou's mother still dares not to deal with the disgraced Fu Liu at will. After all, Fu Liu still has Ge Dongqing's name on her head. If their Jiaomanlou can always have Ge Dongqing as the big Buddha to protect it, then their Jiaomanlou's business will be booming, and the value of those beautiful girls in Jiaomanlou will also rise accordingly.

There were so many wonderful benefits here, but today, Fu Liu went out without checking the almanac and was murdered by Lu Siniang. Jiao Manlou's mother didn't say it, but in her heart, she hated Lu Siniang as much as Fu Liu. Who was Fu Liu? She was the one that Lord Ge held in his palm, the one that Lord Ge cherished, the one that was her mother's cash cow and treasure pot. Now, humiliated by Lu Siniang, she was like a defeated rooster, a dog that had lost its home, no longer able to receive the favor and admiration of the dignitaries. How could she not be heartbroken by such a huge loss? She was just waiting for Ge Dongqing to come and avenge Fu Liu.

"Master Ge, you are finally here." Jiao Manlou's mother pretended to wipe her eyes with a handkerchief, but no tears came out.

"Where is Fu Liu?" Ge Dongqing walked hurriedly. He didn't care about the madam crying in front of him, nor did he pay attention to the whispers of the women in the brothel. He knew that things were not that simple. Fu Liu must have been wronged and humiliated in his Ge Mansion. He was anxious to see Fu Liu to see if she was safe.

He was familiar with the route and ran all the way up to the second floor, heading straight for the best room there, where Fu Liu lived.

He pushed open the half-open door. The light in the room was dim, but he still saw Fu Liu sitting sideways in front of the dressing table at a glance. She was wearing a white inner dress, which added a bit of coolness to her.

The maid Chan'er was sharp-eyed. She noticed Ge Dongqing as soon as he opened the door. There was a hint of joy in her voice, "Miss, Master Ge is here, Master Ge is here."

They were sitting here waiting for Ge Dongqing to come and uphold justice and divorce Fu Liu.

When Fu Liu heard that Ge Dongqing had arrived, she turned her body to the side again, leaving her thin back to Ge Dongqing to see dejectedly, and her head drooped. She knew how charming and pitiful her figure was. As long as her shoulders trembled and she sobbed slightly, Ge Dongqing would agree to any request she made.

Ge Dongqing walked over. The rouge and powder that had been on the dressing table were scattered all over the floor. Even the bronze mirror that Fu Liu looked at countless times every day had cracks like a map. It must have been hit by a heavy object. Ge Dongqing put his hand on Fu Liu's shoulder and groaned in dismay, "Fu Liu, I'm sorry for making you suffer today."

The maid Chan'er choked up and said, "Master Ge, it's more than just grievance. Your wife is a female devil. Look at how she has abused my young lady. How can my young lady face people in the future?"

Hearing this, Ge Dongqing's eyes widened again. He then noticed that Fu Liu's hair was gone. He turned Fu Liu's body and asked quickly, "Where's your hair? Where's your hair?"

Fu Liu refused to show her face to Ge Dongqing. Her body was shaking from crying, and she looked really pitiful.

"Tell me, where's your hair?"

Chan'er cried and said, "It was cut off by your unreasonable wife."

"Cut it off? Lu Si Niang cut it off? It's outrageous. She's so bold."

Chan'er cried as heartbrokenly as Fuliu: "My young lady has been growing her hair for more than ten years, and that shrew Lu Si Niang cut it all off. How can my young lady face anyone?"

"It's outrageous! She is so bold." Ge Dongqing once touched Fu Liu's hair and recited several poems for her. Every poem was full of his praise and love for Fu Liu's hair. Now the hair is gone, and the intoxicating orchid fragrance also disappeared with the hair. That soft and beautiful hair was actually cut off by that shrew. Jealous woman, she must be a jealous woman.

The maid said, "Qizhi, she is a devil. She has done great harm to my young lady."

"What else did she do to you? Why don't you say something?" Ge Dongqing turned Fu Liu's face towards him. In a moment, he was so shocked that he let go of Fu Liu's shoulders. The man's face was swollen like a pig's head, and there was no trace of Fu Liu's former self.

Fu Liu threw herself onto the dressing table, buried her head in her arms, and began to cry loudly.