My concubine is pregnant, I tear up the marriage certificate and marry another powerful official

Outside Li Garden, Lu Huaihe rode at full speed and arrived at the Dali Temple in the shortest time possible.

After running all the way to the dungeon, Su He finally saw the dying Ming Chun. She was lying on a simple wooden bed, with an old man giving her acupuncture and taking her pulse.

When he saw Su Helai, Mingchun's dead eyes lit up with a glimmer of light. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and his pale and dry lips opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something.

Su He quickly took her hand and held it tightly, and asked softly: "Don't be anxious, speak slowly. What do you want to tell me?"

"I...I didn't kill anyone."

Her eyes widened and she uttered four notes with all her strength.

Su He quickly responded: "I believe you."

"Madame Liu...she..."

The old man saw that Mingchun's pupils were showing signs of dilation, her breathing was irregular, and she was about to die, so he quickly gave her two needles in the neck.

Mingchun took his last breath with great effort, and placed his hand weakly on Su He's palm. He used all his strength to say silently: "Aunt and the second prince... twins... twins..."

A broken and silent speech was completely interrupted.

Mingchun reluctantly grabbed Su He's hand, with a heartbreaking fear in his eyes.

She happened to overhear the conversation between Liu Jinglei and Liu Qiuqiu, and then she knew that Yier Jiaoer was not the eldest young master's biological child. Mingchun didn't tell anyone about this secret, fearing that his life would be threatened. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't escape death...

Su He imitated her lip movements repeatedly and recognized the words "Second Prince" and "Twins", and his heart sank.

She found some details about the Zhaixing Restaurant in the storage room of the Dali Temple.

The girls who were tortured all had scars of varying depths on their bodies, not signs of pleasure. I think the perpetrators had some special fetishes, and out of indulgence or venting, they tortured the girls to the point of satisfaction.

When Liu Qiuqiu was arranged to have a one-night stand at Jiao Gui Lou, she had many similar scars on her body. At that time, the proprietress of Jiao Gui Lou felt sorry for her and generously gave her ten taels of silver to buy gold wound medicine, so she remembered them very clearly.

Su He had already guessed that the same person was involved in both incidents.

Now that Mingchun has confirmed it, everything becomes clear.

Lu Yanxiu is infertile, so Liu Qiuqiu has to borrow sperm from other men in order to threaten her with pregnancy. But the man she dreamed of that night was the untouchable Second Prince, and the ridiculous thing was that no one knew his identity.

In order to cater to the Second Prince's hobbies, Lu Zhili repeatedly lured innocent girls in restaurants and sent them to the Second Prince to satisfy his desires.

Since it's him...

Everything can be negotiated.

Su He also grabbed Mingchun's hand, and the warmth from his palm calmed her frightened heart.

"Don't worry, I will seek justice for you!"

A hot tear rolled down Mingchun's eyes.

Su He lowered his eyes and wiped it away for her personally.

"Thank...Thank you, madam."

After saying this, Mingchun's hands lost strength, his eyes slowly closed, and he was completely separated from the world forever.

The old man took out the silver needle from her neck and said with regret: "The Thousand Reds are extremely poisonous. If you swallow them, you will die. I tried my best but could only save her a few breaths. The girl is still young, what a pity."

"Thank you for your hard work, sir. Qingyun, send you back to your residence." Lu Huaihe ordered.

"Yes."

The old man packed up his medicine box, stood up, thanked him, and followed Qingyun out of the dungeon.

Su He looked at Ming Chun's face quietly for a long time before putting her hand back in place. Glancing at the scars on her arm, she couldn't help but lift up her sleeves to check. She saw layers of old scars and new wounds on her skin. She looked at her other arm and the sides of her legs, and they were all the same. It was horrible!

Su He took a breath.

She didn't know that Mingchun, who had always been diligent and conscientious, would be beaten so severely?

"Since you trust me and are willing to tell me what you know, I cannot let you down. Next spring, you will be cleared of all charges."

Su He took a handkerchief from his waist and placed it on her pale cheek.

Someone from the Dali Temple came to collect the bodies quickly.

Because she was imprisoned on suspicion of crime and died before the case was fully investigated, she might have committed suicide out of fear of punishment, and it was not in accordance with the rules to carry her out and bury her openly.

However, in order to let Mingchun rest in peace after her death, Su He still asked Lu Huaihe for a reward and secretly buried her in a remote cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

Things happened very quickly, and after a burst of commotion, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

Su He was standing on the steps outside the dungeon, and Lu Huaihe was already on duty.

Pei Xia stood behind her and wiped away her tears.

"Madam, Mingchun...was she abused during her lifetime?"

"Liu Qiuqiu's temperament is unpredictable, Mingchun is honest and easy to talk to, and it is common for him to give her a slap and a candy."

"The wound is so shocking to me. She is still so young. It's such a pity!"

Actually, he is one or two years younger than Pei Xia.

Su He was also a little sad, but the best way to commemorate Ming Chun was to get to the bottom of the case.

"Mingchun has no grudges against her. She doesn't even have anyone to quarrel with. No one will risk going to the dungeon to take her life. In this case, let's set up a trap and catch her in the urn."

"Madam, please arrange it!"

Su He's eyes flickered slightly, and a good idea appeared in his mind.

Lu Mansion, Tingyuxuan.

Liu Qiuqiu paced back and forth in the room holding Ji'er's clothes.

It was not until she heard the sound of broken tiles falling that she went to the yard with a lamp, and sure enough, she saw Liu Jinglei sneaking in.

"It's done!"

What he bought was a highly poisonous substance and he took the full dose. Even if the God of Heaven came, he would not be able to survive until next spring.

Liu Qiuqiu breathed a sigh of relief, then asked, "What's going on with Yan Xiu in jail? When will his case be tried?"

"You still care about him? Why don't you think about how to save your life?" Liu Jinglei spat.

"Is it... difficult to get out?"

Liu Jinglei laughed a few times as if he heard a joke, then he sat on the stone bench and shook his head like a spectator: "Cursing the emperor is a serious crime that will implicate all nine generations of your clan! Even the Wangcai in your backyard will have to be skinned and sent to see the King of Hell! Lu Yanxiu, that fellow, probably won't make it out alive, and maybe all of you will have to go in to see him..."

When Liu Qiuqiu heard this, her legs went limp and she almost fell to the ground.

She hesitated, a little confused: "That was clearly something I put in the main hall to curse the old lady, how did it get searched out? I asked someone to calculate that as long as it is placed behind the plaque in the main hall for a month, it will ensure that the old lady will die early and be reborn. Then I won't have to live my life under her will!"

"Besides, that thing doesn't curse the emperor. Who dares to blaspheme it? Why don't I go to the Dali Temple and talk to the official about it? Once I tell him the origin of the rag doll full of silver needles, he will definitely release Yan Xiu."