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The whole family sat together in full readiness, all with serious expressions, staring at Cui Liu with unfriendly looks.

Fubao looked at her for a long time without saying anything, then he stepped forward and poked her waist: "Go ahead!"

Li Huaiqing didn't even look up, smoking one pipe after another, which made people feel worried just by smelling it.

Cui Liu stepped forward hesitantly, then knelt on the ground with a simple bend of her knees: "There is nothing between me and you, it's all... all designed by me."

Zhou Qiaoping's eyes were wide open, and she pointed at her for a long time without being able to speak. Finally, she calmed down and said, "You are such a black-hearted person! My grandson is gone just like that..."

Instead, the other people in the family were relieved that Li Darong did not do such a conscienceless thing.

Cui Liu's head banged against the ground with a loud bang, and apologies came out of her throat one after another. It was completely different from the last time they met. The shrew seemed like a completely different person.

Li Huaiqing finally spoke: "Why did you do this? What hatred do we have?"

Fubao felt a little sad. If she hadn't attracted the attention of Princess Li, her family wouldn't have to suffer these unexpected disasters.

Cui Liu shivered and said, "It was all Princess Li's fault. It has nothing to do with me! She said that I can only survive if I do what she says."

After saying that, he began to kowtow again: "Master, the old lady really doesn't dare anymore, I just want to live. She asked me to kill the child, I really didn't dare, so she made me swallow the red-hot charcoal..." Before he spoke, his face was already covered with tears.

Fubao did not expose her half-truths. Cuiliu did this purely for wealth and glory, not for the sake of life. But no matter what she said, it didn't matter.

An hour later, Cui Liu was supported by the old woman and walked out of the house. She trembled slightly and said hopefully, "I have said everything I can say. You will spare my life, right?"

Fubao followed behind with a cold face, without saying a word.

Cui Liu couldn't wait for her response and turned around anxiously: "Spare my life..."

Seeing her like this, Fu Bao said, "I never thought of taking your life, but my aunt's child was killed because of you who gave her the abortion drug."

Cui Liu raised her head abruptly to see Fu Bao's calm expression. Her heart felt like it was hit by a hammer. She said in panic, "I was wrong. I was really wrong."

Fu Bao waved his hand and said to the woman who was supporting her, "Throw it away and don't show up in front of us again."

The old woman was very strong. She gripped Cuiliu's shoulders tightly with her hands like a pair of large pliers. She carried her out in front of Fubao and didn't come back until a long time later.

The family already knew the whole story, and they were not so hostile to Li Darong. Zhang Ercui also knew about this, and her anger was mostly gone, and she ate a lot more at dinner.

As soon as the old woman came back, she ran straight to the living room and said to everyone in a panic, "That woman is dead!"

Everyone in the family widened their eyes in shock. Zhou Qiaoping asked, "How could this happen?"

Fubao drank tea calmly, distracted by the delicate teacup in her hand. Cuiliu's death was expected, so she was not surprised.

The woman seemed to be terrified. She had worked in a wealthy family before, but she had never seen such a scene. She said in shock, "I just sent her to the outskirts of the city, but when she walked a few steps, an arrow flew out of nowhere and pierced her head directly... a lot of blood spurted out."

Fubao: "Okay, let's not talk about this here." Several brothers are still here, so it's better not to let them know more about these bloody things.

When the old woman saw her expression, she immediately fell silent.

Fu Bao: "Okay, go back and have a good rest. This is all your own fault. It has nothing to do with others."

After the old woman left, Zhou Qiaoping still couldn't hold back what was in her heart: "How could she be dead? Didn't the person sent to kill her already..."

Fu Bao: "How could someone like Princess Li let her go so easily? Her fate was doomed when she couldn't resist the temptation and came to harm us."

The whole family was panicked by the sudden news of Cui Liu's death. Fubao: "It's okay, I will go find the master after the New Year." Princess Li's behaviors were too weird. They could not cause any substantial harm to her, but she had been threatening her in various ways.

Another snow fell, covering the ground with white, hiding all the bloodshed that had happened before. New Year's Day was coming in a few days.

Zhao Xiuer didn't do it herself this time, and bought several sets of clothes for her family members at the ready-made clothing store. She also gave the hired maids and old women a new set of cotton-padded clothes.

Li Shuangrong took a few children out to buy New Year's goods, and they looked like they were going to bring the market back home.

Fubao sat beside the small stove, holding a hot water bottle in her hand, feeling sleepy. She didn't know when it started, but she always felt sleepy. Princess Li was always showing her presence, which made her very annoyed. She hadn't rested well for a long time. She even became dazed from time to time, as if her brain was rusted.

It suddenly became lively outside. A few days ago, Chen Xi suddenly sent someone to borrow Yi An and his family, and the house became much quieter. This was the first time in the past few days that there was such a big commotion at home.

Fubao rubbed his eyes, put the hot water bottle aside, and was about to stand up when the heavy door curtain was lifted.

No matter how good the weather is in winter, the light is blocked by the window paper, and the house is dark, even though the lights are on during the day.

The curtain was suddenly opened, and the snow outside was like a long sword shining with cold light, piercing Fubao's eyes and causing pain. He couldn't help but close his eyes.

"It's only been a short time since we last met. How come you've become so sick? You've studied medicine for so long, how did you end up like this?" A clear voice came from the door, with a complaining tone that carried a subtle concern.

Fu Bao's heart finally settled down the moment he heard his voice: "Master..."

When Qingyang heard her voice, he was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with your voice?"

Fu Bao stood up and said, "I haven't slept well these days. I feel dizzy every day and don't know what I'm doing."

Qingyang was wearing a light blue robe, without a cotton coat, and stood still, frozen in place: "Why can't you sleep well?"

Fu Bao shook his head and pressed his swollen temple helplessly: "I am not very good at learning, please help me, Master."

Qingyang's hand rested on her pulse, and the unremovable sorrow between his brows made Fubao's heart suddenly lift.

She had noticed that something was wrong with her body recently, but no matter how she took her pulse, there was nothing unusual, just insomnia.

Qingyang silently moved his hand away and said, "Don't drink any more sleeping pills. Drinking too much medicine will never do any good."

Fu Bao said bitterly: "Then I can't stay awake forever."

A gleam of light flashed in Qingyang's eyes, and then he said: "It's not a physical problem, you are too nervous..."