The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Lu Siniang pointed at Ge Dongqing with her bloody hand. This finger seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, causing Ge Dongqing, who had just been shouting for war, to stagger back two steps, his face turning ashen.

"Ge Dongqing, check your own conscience. Have I, Lu Si Niang, treated you badly? When it's cold, I ask people to add clothes for you. When it's hot, I ask people to spread out a mat for you. When you were dropped on Shushan Mountain and whipped by bandits like a dead dog, it was I, Lu Si Niang, who brought you back. It's okay if you don't remember my kindness, but you won't repay my kindness with a sword. How big a grudge can there be between you and me? At most, we can part ways. Do you really want to kill me? Over the years, don't you know how much you have treated me? If I treat you the same way you treat me, you would have wanted to kill me many times. Every time I, Lu Si Niang, fight back, you want to silence me. You are so vindictive and unworthy of being a husband."

"Fourth Lady... I... I lost my mind today. You were too harsh on Fu Liu..."

"I don't have much time left for you. There's no need for us to waste time. When the time comes, I will not be lenient. There is only one way. Go find the emperor."

After Ge Dongqing was driven away, Lu Siniang's two little maids ran in in shock. If the master didn't show his power, they would really think he was a sick cat. After today's situation, the servants in the mansion had to get to know their master again.

Look at the blood on the ground, it’s such a big puddle!

One maidservant called for a doctor, while the other hurriedly wrapped her handkerchief around Lu Si Niang's hand. As soon as the handkerchief touched the wound, it was stained a glaring red with blood. No matter how tightly Lian'er wrapped the wound, it was of no use, and the blood continued to flow out as usual.

Lian'er's face was pale, and cold sweat broke out on her head. She was so anxious about the wound that would not stop bleeding that she kept mumbling to herself, "Master, this is a bad heart! This is a bad heart!"

About an incense stick of time later, Chun'er came in with three doctors.

He stopped the bleeding, prescribed medicine, and bandaged the wound in one go. After paying the consultation fee and sending the doctor away, Chun'er walked in slowly. Frightened by Ge Dongqing's behavior, she was no longer as resourceful as before. Her face was no longer rosy, and her spirit was no longer strong. She looked unhappy, as if she had lost her soul. She stammered to Lu Siniang, "Madam, the master has left. The servant didn't see which direction he went. I guess he went to Jiao Manlou again."

Lian'er's aura was also a little less than usual, but she was still stronger than Chun'er. She said with certainty, "Needless to say, the master must have gone to Jiao Man Lou. The master has been bewitched by that Fu Liu and his heart has been ruined. The heartless master has even drawn his sword to kill the mistress. The master has no conscience."

Lu Siniang was the victim, but she didn't shed a single tear. The two maids, on the other hand, had cried several times in front of her tonight. She moved her wrist and said, "Let him be. It's getting late. Let's all go and find our place."

The maidservant was greatly disappointed with Ge Dongqing, but Lu Siniang had a glimmer of hope. Her plan to divorce her husband was just around the corner. The emperor would not see her, but he would definitely see Ge Dongqing. This time, she would not go to the palace to see him. She would let Ge Dongqing go and she would sit at home and wait for good news.

With Fu Liu's life in her hands, Lu Siniang wasn't afraid of not getting a divorce. Ge Dongqing went to Jiao Man Lou and came back shouting at her to kill him. It was Ge Dongqing and Fu Liu who were anxious to get a divorce, not her. She should have been patient. Fu Liu must have wished she were dead. She should have been sitting in Jiao Man Lou waiting for good news that Ge Dongqing had killed his wife!

Unfortunately, Fu Liu was going to be disappointed. Ge Dongqing was quite experienced in poetry and couplets, but he was still a bit naive when it came to killing people. It wasn't that Lu Si Niang looked down on Ge Dongqing, but he couldn't even kill a chicken, let alone someone like her who had practiced martial arts since childhood! Humph! He didn't know his place.

Lu Siniang guessed it right. Fu Liu in Jiaomanlou actually opened her swollen eyes. She sat on a chair, sometimes laughing, sometimes gritting her teeth. All she could think about was the bloody scene of Ge Dongqing killing Lu Siniang. Whenever she thought of Lu Siniang's death, a strange laugh would come from her room.

The sisters who passed by Fu Liu's door would also laugh out loud when they heard the sound. Their laughter was different from Fu Liu's. Fu Liu's laughter was a nervous twitch with a sense of revenge, while her sisters' laughter was all mocking.

Jiaomanlou became famous because of the talented woman Fu Liu, and became a brothel famous both in the East and the West.

When Fu Liu was shining brightly, her sisters were not successful. Their brilliance was overshadowed by Fu Liu, their talents were buried by Fu Liu, their hard-trained skills were also forgotten, and even their proud looks faded because of Fu Liu's appearance.

No woman was willing to admit defeat, and no one was willing to lose to Fu Liu in Jiaomanlou. They had suffered the same hardships and endured the same sufferings, so why did their mothers favor her and the literati and poets admire her?

The best room was given to Fu Liu to live in, the most gorgeous clothes to wear, the best rouge to apply, and the best food to eat. With such unfair differential treatment, who would not secretly become her enemy!

The scandal of parading in the streets today made all the sisters in Jiaomanlou very happy. They originally thought that their good days would come only after Fu Liu got married. Unexpectedly, there would be a turn for the better. This turn for the better is much better than Fu Liu's marriage. They didn't expect that their day of success would come so soon.

They had long wanted to overthrow Fu Liu, who was suppressing them. It was truly a blessing from heaven.

Rather than watching her marry into a wealthy family, it would be more satisfying to see her lose her reputation and be ignored by everyone. In this Jiaomanlou, no one wished her well. They all hoped that she would be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and never be reborn. Now everyone's dream has come true.

Who would be willing to spend money on a prostitute in a famous building who had lost her reputation and was paraded through the streets? What's more, she was extremely ugly now. Listening to the strange laughter coming from the room, it seemed that she had mental problems.

Girls in groups of three or four would pass by Fu Liu's door, wanting to hear what else this woman who stole chickens but lost rice had to say. Their mocking laughter soon angered Fu Liu, who was still lost in her dreams. She shouted angrily, "Shut them up!"

Carefully, the maid Chan'er beside her pushed the door open and went out immediately after receiving the order. As the saying goes, a maid is like her master. The master was arrogant, and the maid was no less arrogant. She had a stern face, her neck held high, and she looked even more mysterious than before.

"If you want to laugh, go somewhere else and don't disturb my young lady's rest."

A girl asked, "Your young lady has been partying every night. When has she ever gone to bed so early?"