The ugly concubine counterattacks the beautiful lady, the evil prince should not love her too much

"Ah——" Nangong Yue'e pounded the ground hard, then simply lay on the ground and burst into tears.

Yang Qianqian just watched her like that, without trying to persuade her, just waiting for her to cry enough.

Fortunately, this is not a busy area and there are not many people. There were a few people around who wanted to come over and take a look, but they were glared back at by Yang Qianqian.

After a moment, Nangong Yue'e finally laughed after crying, and then slowly raised her head: "Sister Qian, what should I do, what should I do?"

Juan Yang Qianqian squatted down and held her in her arms: "In this world, no one can live without anyone else. Don't care what others think or think. Your life is your own.

Who hasn't fallen in love with a scumbag when they were young? But you can't spend your whole life on a scumbag!"

Nangong Yue'e turned her head and looked at her, her eyes tearing up, which made me feel pity for her. She sniffed and choked up, "My mother, how is she?"

"He was probably spitting out blood out of anger. I didn't take a close look and came to find you in a hurry. I think your father should have called a doctor. Shall we go back and take a look first?"

Seeing her hesitant attitude, Yang Qianqian knew that she was shaken by what she said, so she hurriedly helped her up and said, "We'll talk about the future later. Go see your mother first!"

But who can tell what will happen in the future?

Seeing Nangong Yue'e crying bitterly, Yang Qianqian actually felt a little guilty.

If she had made her relationship with Xiao Zhiyuan public earlier, or reminded her that Xiao Zhiyuan approached her with a purpose, the ending would not have been like this, right?

It was also her own fault. She cared about her face and didn't want others to know that she was dumped. She also didn't want people to suspect that she couldn't let go and was still obsessed with that scumbag, so she chose not to speak.

After all, I was indeed a bit selfish. I watched Nangong Yue'e jump into the fire pit without giving her a hand, and I kept saying that we were good sisters.

Xiao Zhiyuan is indeed a good-for-nothing. I originally thought he just loved money, but I didn't expect he was out for revenge.

However, the grievances between Xiao's mother and the Nangong family were just a matter between them and Nangong Mo and his wife, and the one who was most hurt now was the most innocent Nangong Yue'e.

Nangong Yue'e was raised like a princess since she was a child. How could she withstand such a big storm? Her future path will probably be difficult.

But now, we can only take one step at a time.

When they arrived at the Nangong Mansion, the people inside were in chaos. The guests had already dispersed, leaving only a few doctors and Nangong Mo who was standing there stupidly.

Xiao Zhiyuan was still sitting in the wedding hall, holding his mother's spirit tablet, with a blank expression on his face. What else could he be thinking about?

No one paid any attention to him. Madam Nangong was critically ill and everyone was busy taking care of her.

Nangong Yue'e rushed to the bedside and burst into tears again, but Madam Nangong had fallen into a deep coma and could not hear her.

In order to retain her beauty, she had already consumed too much poison. Now the poison had intensified, and coupled with her impatience and anger just now, several toxins had backfired on her meridians, and it was no longer something that human power could resist.

There is no medicine in this world that can cure so many kinds of poisons.

The doctors said that within a few days, the poison in Madam Nangong's body would spread wildly until it devoured all her meridians, and she would eventually die from bleeding from all her orifices.

In short, let the Nangong family prepare for the funeral, Madam Nangong will not live long.

Nangong Mo sat silently in front of Madam Nangong's bed with a blank expression.

Only then did Yang Qianqian realize that when he was in a daze, he and Xiao Zhiyuan were quite similar, which she had never noticed before.

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The entire Nangong Mansion was dead silent all evening. Xiao Zhiyuan sat in the wedding hall like a sculpture, while Nangong Mo sat at the head of Madam Nangong's bed like a statue.

The father and son were like two Bodhisattvas, and no one dared to disturb them.

The only sound in the whole house was Nangong Yue'e's soft sobbing, until she was tired of crying and fell asleep, then woke up and cried again until dawn.

Yang Qianqian had no choice but to help arrange everything. When she went to the wedding hall again in the morning, she found that Xiao Zhiyuan had disappeared without a trace.

She had been suffering these days, Nangong Yue'e just cried, and Nangong Mo sat there saying nothing. Yang Qianqian had no choice but to help them out out of consideration for their past friendship.

Fortunately, she often came to Nangong Mansion, and she was familiar with the servants and they were willing to listen to her. With the help of Lu'er and Ruyue, everything was in order.

I am so busy that I don’t have time to think about many things.

What she had to do now was to see Madam Nangong off for the last time. Other matters could only be discussed later.

She was so busy that she could only sleep for three or four hours a day. One day, just as Yang Qianqian lay down, she heard a startling cry: "Mom...Mom, wake up, wake up——"

Yang Qianqian was shocked and knew that something was wrong. Fortunately, she had been sleeping with her clothes on for the past few days, in case something happened suddenly and she needed to get up easily.

He didn't care about anything and rushed into Madam Nangong's room. He took her pulse and found that she was dead. He then looked at her eyelids and found that she had no signs of life at all.

"Yue'e, please accept my condolences!" Yang Qianqian patted Nangong Yue'e on the shoulder. This girl was too pitiful. The blows she had suffered in recent days must have driven her crazy.

First, her husband became her brother, then her enemy, and then she lost her mother. This should have been the limit of what she could bear, right?

But her father remained silent and motionless.

"Master Nangong, Madam... has passed away!" Yang Qianqian looked at Nangong Mo cautiously, not knowing how to tell him.

"Oh!" Nangong Mo nodded, said the first word in these few days, and then fell silent again.

After all, Yang Qianqian didn't dare to make decisions on her own regarding matters like death: "Where should the Madam's spirit tablet be set up?"

Nangong Mo suddenly stood up and said, "You decide. I'm tired!" After that, he walked out, leaving Yang Qianqian stunned.

How could he be so indifferent when his wife died?

"Dad..." Nangong Yue'e had already cried herself to death. After hearing Nangong Mo's words, she was overwhelmed with grief again and fainted.

Nangong Mo and his daughter had not had a good meal in recent days. Yang Qianqian asked someone to bring food to them several times, but she forced them to drink it. However, Nangong Yue'e often vomited it out, and this happened several times, so she almost didn't eat anything.

He was weak and it was normal for him to faint after suffering such a blow.