After rebirth, I married the emperor's uncle and overthrew my ex-husband's kingdom

The cold wind howls in the deep night, and the moon rises above the willow trees.

Bai Yanlang originally stayed in the study room. Now he stood in front of Aunt Qiao with a serious look on his face. "Qiao, was it you who did this to Aunt Qiao?"

"How could my husband doubt me?"

Aunt Qiao leaned on the bed in her white middle dress, her face haggard, "These days, I have been busy with San'er's funeral, so how could I have the time to murder the fourth young lady?"

"Who else could it be if it weren't you?"

Bai Yanlang himself was a little confused.

In the past few days, Qiao was indeed busy with Bai Muchen's funeral arrangements with him, and the person was right under his nose.

But if she didn't do it, who did it?

Zhang Momo said that she did it, and he believed it at first, but after he came back and thought about it carefully, he found that it was full of loopholes.

He knew a little bit about Zhang Momo's personality and it was impossible for her to do such a cruel thing just because of a few words of scolding.

"Really it's not you?"

Bai Yanlang thought about it and decided that it was only Aunt Qiao, so he asked again.

"If you don't believe me, my husband, then take me to the government office."

Aunt Qiao's eyes turned red and she was about to cry.

Bai Yanlang looked at her frail and haggard appearance, and felt sorry for her losing her beloved son, and his heart softened.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gently held her in his arms, "Okay, okay, I believe you."

Aunt Qiao cried, "No matter how much I hate her, I know she is my husband's blood. How could I hurt her?"

She would only take Bai Youyou's life and send her to the underworld to apologize to her third son!

Bai Yanlang rested his chin on her head. He didn't see the dark and vicious look in her eyes. He sighed and said, "It's also San'er's fate. It's good that you can think this way about this matter."

Lack of luck?

Her third son is blessed with great fortune, how could he be a short-lived person!

If it weren't for that little bitch Bai Youyou, his third son would surely live a long and worry-free life!

Aunt Qiao hid the sinister look in her eyes, stepped out of Bai Yanlang's arms, and pushed him out, "Madam is still angry with you because of this matter. You should go to your wife and comfort her, otherwise she will really divorce and go home."

When Bai Yanlang mentioned Lu, he was filled with resentment. He snorted coldly, "If that shrew Lu was half as magnanimous as you, how could my second branch have been in such constant trouble!"

He cursed but kept walking, "It's getting late, you should rest first."

Aunt Qiao waited until his figure disappeared from her sight, lifted the bed board under her, took out a small white jade gourd bottle, then curled her lips to reveal a sinister smile.

"Lu, before you divorce me, I will let you experience the pain of losing a child!"

In winter, the days are short and the nights are long.

Early in the morning, Li Lianhua took Xiaoqing to the small kitchen in the yard and started working with a clay pot and a stove.

"Auntie, you are still pregnant, I will take care of this matter, you can go back and rest first."

"I am not tired."

Li Lianhua fanned the stove with a palm-leaf fan, and the burning red charcoal made a crackling sound.

"Aunt Qiao would be touched if she knew you got up in the middle of the night to make chicken soup for her."

Xiaoqing looks innocent.

These days, Bai Yaoyao brought Li Lianhua warm and nourishing chicken soup every day. If Li Lianhua couldn't finish it, she would let him drink it. His previously thin cheeks began to become round again in the past few days.

"I heard from the maid at Wei Rui Xuan that because of the Third Young Master's matter, Auntie was too sad and hadn't eaten a drop of water in the past few days."

Li Lianhua looked distressed. "I can't afford anything else, so I can only cook some food to show my filial piety."

"Okay, that's almost it."

The rich aroma of chicken soup filled her nose. She stopped what she was doing and immediately told Xiaoqing, "Send the chicken soup over now."

She was afraid that if she went too late, Aunt Qiao would have already eaten, and then the chicken soup she had spent two hours cooking would be useless.

Xiaoqing also understood what was going on, so she immediately picked up the clay jar, put it in a bamboo basket, and quickly walked towards Weiruixuan.

At this time, the east was getting light.

Chunliu got up on time, quickly packed up and left the room.

The yard was completely silent, and even at this hour the old woman in charge of sweeping the floor couldn't hear a single sound in the house.

"It's really getting more and more unruly!"

She cursed under her breath, walked to the gate, removed the bolt, opened the gate, and then went to Aunt Qiao's room to wait for orders according to the rules.

"Spring Willow."

Aunt Qiao's slightly hoarse voice came from inside the door, scaring Chunliu, who was still confused.

Chunliu pushed the door open and went in, and saw Aunt Qiao leaning on the bed wearing only a middle shirt.

Looking at the dark circles under Aunt Qiao's eyelids, she said distressedly, "Another night without rest, Aunt? How can your body bear this?"

"I dare not sleep." Aunt Qiao's eyes were red, and her voice was hoarse and choked. "Every time I closed my eyes, San'er came to me in my dream and asked me when I would avenge him."

Chunliu paused as she pressed the corner of the quilt, but couldn't help but persuade her, "Aunt, the Third Young Master is a filial son. If he knew that you were injured because of him, he would definitely not agree."

"Chun Liu." Aunt Qiao suddenly grabbed Chun Liu's hand and said, "I will not be at peace until I take revenge."

"Auntie!"

Chunliu looked at her crazy appearance and felt a little scared. She tried to pull her hand back, but was pulled over by Aunt Qiao again.

"Chun Liu, I know that your brother is seriously ill and you are in urgent need of money. If you help me do one thing, I will give you 100 taels of silver, give you a birth certificate, and let you go home and get married."

"Aunt, please tell me what's going on first."

Chun Liu was so excited by such good conditions that she stopped struggling.

Aunt Qiao stuffed the thing in her hand into her hand and said, "Put this thing into Bai Youyou's food quietly. If you succeed, I will give you a life contract and let you leave the house."

"Auntie, I dare not."

Chunliu was startled and shook her head, her face pale.

Aunt Qiao hated the Fourth Young Miss so much that the medicine she gave was definitely poison. Killing someone is a capital crime, and she doesn't want to die!

"Don't you dare?"

Aunt Qiao suddenly let go of her hand and smiled coldly, "You signed a death contract. In this life, if I don't agree, you can't leave the mansion and marry. By then, your childhood sweetheart will marry someone else, and you can only be an old maid in the mansion."

"Aunt..."

Chunliu bit her lower lip, feeling hesitant.

She is eighteen years old this year. She was already thirteen when her parents sold her. At that time, she had already fallen in love with Dazhu, her brother who grew up with her, and they agreed to spend their lives together.

Dazhu also came to the capital for her, carrying a shoulder pole and working as a peddler going from street to street every day.

A few days ago, he complained to himself that his mother had arranged for him to get a girl from the next village, and asked someone to send a letter to him asking him to go back and get married.

Aunt Qiao looked at her changing expressions and sighed, "If you don't agree, forget it. I'll find someone else to do it."

She held out her hand, "Give me the thing."

"Auntie, I'll do it!"

Chunliu turned his hands behind his back, and the hand holding the gourd jade pendant was trembling slightly, and cold sweat appeared on his palm.

"Be careful, I'll let the old lady take care of it for you, you don't have to worry."

Aunt Qiao took off a jade hairpin from her head and put it into her hand, "Consider this my wedding gift to you in advance."

Outside the house, Xiaoqing, carrying a basket, had a pale face, pursed her lips, and walked out quietly.