On the night of the broken engagement, the paranoid prince came to me crying and asking for my statu

Su Qishun was still immersed in Qin Qing's tenderness and kindness until he returned home.

Last night, after he took Qin Qing back to the residence he had arranged for her, he originally wanted to leave directly to find a few colleagues to help copy the portrait, but he didn't expect Qingqing to seek death with a look of humiliation on her face.

What did his Qingqing do wrong?

It's just because I love him too much.

His heart softened, and Su Qishun chose to comfort Qin Qing.

There was a spring breeze.

Qin Qing was once again impressed by his masculinity.

If Su Qishun hadn't been worried about his daughter being bullied by Mrs. Hong in the mansion, he would have wanted to tie Qingqing to the bed all day.

Thinking of the new experience Qin Qing brought him last night, Su Qishun immediately became distracted again.

Never mind, let’s get this done quickly today.

I will try to find Qingqing and spend some time with her in the evening.

But when I go to Qingqing to be intimate, I always give her something.

Suddenly remembering that Mrs. Hong had a set of jade headpieces that she seldom wore, Su Qishun felt that it was inexplicably suitable for his Qingqing.

With a goal in mind, he moved quickly and soon reached Fuyao Hall.

However, before he even stepped into Fuyao Hall, he heard all kinds of crying and...

The voice of his mother Liang?

The moment before, all Su Qishun was thinking about was how to fool the Hong family.

At this moment, he was stunned by Liang's shout, "Hong, you are trying to rebel."

Could it be that Hong really did something to Wan'er?

My heart shuddered.

Su Qishun's pace changed from a brisk walk to a jog.

Finally, he entered Fuyao Hall.

What caught my eye was Zhao Qingwan, whose clothes were in disarray, being pressed on a bench and beaten with a stick by a servant.

Su Xinhe, Zhang Guocheng and Su Jincheng were kneeling beside them. Liang and Nanny Zhao beside her were tied up by servants, had their mouths stuffed with cloth strips, and were thrown aside.

Su Qishun felt like his anger was about to burst into his head.

"Stop it, what are you doing?"

"Your Majesty, you are back just in time," Hong glanced at Su Qishun calmly, "There are too many evil spirits in this mansion. I will clean up the mess for you, Your Majesty, I hope you have no objection."

The tone was light, but the words spoken were unquestionable.

Looking at Zhao Qingwan again, she was put on a long bench by the servants before she could even put on her clothes. She looked like she had suffered a great injustice but dared not say it out loud, which broke Su Qishun's heart.

His eyes were filled with heartache as he turned around and saw a fine small coffin placed in the middle of the front hall of Fuyao Hall, hung with white banners and white silk, which looked like a mourning hall.

He asked in confusion, "Madam, if a filthy thing dies, it's dead. Instead of throwing it into a mass grave, you set up a mourning hall in your own yard. Don't you think it's unlucky? Also, why did you get angry so early in the morning and take it out on the children?"

"Mother is already quite old, and you still want to torture her like this. If people find out, will my Changping Marquis's residence still be respectable to the public?"

After a series of words, when he got to the end, Su Qishun's tone was already full of dissatisfaction.

"Meet people? Your Majesty, what you said is really funny." Hong smiled softly with her hands covering her lips, but the smile did not reach her eyes at all. "After what happened in our mansion yesterday, can we still meet people?"

"lady..."

"My Lord, you are really concerned about your face now," Hong did not give Su Qishun a chance to continue speaking. She put away her smile and said coldly, "When you hung the red mandarin duck bellyband and mandarin duck water-playing pants in the bamboo garden, did you think about your face? When you indulged your adopted daughter with a group of dirty beggars in my Fuyao Hall, did you think about your face? When your adopted daughter mixed with the illegitimate son, and the illegitimate daughter mixed with the mud legs outside, did you think about your face? I am just performing the duties of a mistress of a mansion and cleaning up the house for the mansion. What's wrong with me?"

Things kept coming one after another, making Su Qishun dizzy.

What is a red mandarin duck bellyband?

What is the use of indulging beggars in their pleasure-seeking?

What's mixed together?

He has been indulging in Qin Qing's tenderness these days, how could he know?

But Hong's questioning was like a loud slap in the face, sweeping away the face of the Marquis of Changping.

His face suddenly turned red and white.

Hong sneered and ordered her servants to continue the execution.

"Don't touch her." Su Qishun shouted angrily, then turned to look at Hong angrily, "Why are you so mad so early in the morning?"

"Crazy?" Hong seemed to have heard a big joke. "I actually hope I'm crazy. When the Marquis comes back, his mind and eyes are full of the little bitch in front of him. Has he ever thought about who is lying in the mourning hall in my Fuyao Hall?"

"Who...is it?" Su Qishun looked at Hong and felt something was not right.

According to Hong's personality, if the one from the second house died, she would definitely not set up a mourning hall for him...

Who is that person in the mourning hall?

With great curiosity, he took a deep breath and slowly moved into the mourning hall.

The coffin was not nailed open, and Su Qishun smelled a strong odor of blood as soon as he walked into the mourning hall.

His heart skipped a beat and he wanted to turn his head away from the person in the coffin, but in the blink of an eye, he felt like he was struck by lightning.

Even the voice doesn't feel like my own.

"Hao...Hao'er?"

He was shocked. "What? Why didn't you say..."

As a father, when his child died, his first reaction was shock but not any heartache.

Hong was completely disappointed with Su Qishun.

The expression he looked at Su Qishun coldly changed from shock at first to heartache later.

Su Qishun wanted to yell at his son as a loving father, but when he saw Wan'er being pressed on a long bench in dishevel and about to be tortured, he yelled, "Even so, you shouldn't vent your anger on the other children in the mansion. As the mistress of the mansion, how dare you?"

"It's just cleaning up the house and killing a few bugs, why shouldn't I dare?" Hong retorted, "Who did I do all these things for? Who was the cause of Hao'er's death? Doesn't the Marquis know? Where did you go last night? What qualifications do you have to question what I'm doing now?"

Amidst Hong's shrill abuse, Su Qishun was unable to utter a single word of reproach. He held his breath and his entire face suddenly turned red.

"Su Qishun, are the stolen things useful?" Hong asked without any context, and Su Qishun's heart immediately started to be alarmed.

Hong ignored his vigilant gaze and sneered, "Now I have even killed my child for you, and at this time, you don't want to think about how to take good care of yourself, but you want to stay with that bitch. Tell me, how do you want to die to be worthy of Hao'er's efforts?"