The mistress of a marquis's family divorced her husband and married someone else: the scumbag&#

"Madam, we have carried Cuizhu into the house. Do you have any instructions for me?"

Two maids came to Ye Qingluo and asked.

"You guys leave."

Ye Qingluo looked around. Because of the situation just now, in addition to the two maids who carried Cuizhu in, there were some people gathered nearby. If they stayed here, it would not only affect the treatment and would not be of any use.

"Madam, Cuizhu's injury looks serious. Do we really not need to call a doctor?"

"Maybe if we stay, we can help."

“I don’t want to say the same thing a second time.”

Ye Qingluo's eyes were cold, and his tone was extremely light, but his words were powerful enough to shock everyone present and give them an inexplicable chill.

After the two maids left the yard, the servants hiding around, including Qiao'er, gathered around and whispered, "How is Cuizhu now?"

"I'm afraid Cuizhu won't survive her injuries, but the same goes for this lady. We are trying to help her out of kindness, but she spoke in such a cold tone. If it was the Second Lady, she would definitely not do that."

“No wonder the old lady is not in a good mood towards Madam.”

"Sister Qiao'er, do you think the Second Madam's matter is really related to Madam?"

Qiao'er clenched her fists, "That's true!"

"If it weren't for my lady, my master wouldn't have been imprisoned at all."

"In that case, Madam is really going too far."

"Okay, let's all leave. If the Madam sees us, she will probably be unhappy again."

Qiao'er glanced at one of the maids, turned and left, and came to a remote place.

"Sister Qiao'er, I have applied the ointment to Cuizhu's wound according to your instructions. Shouldn't you give me something in return?"

One of the maids who carried Cuizhu in looked around and made sure that there was no one else. Qiao'er threw a bag of silver to the person and said, "Remember to leave the mansion quickly and don't say a word about this, otherwise..."

"I see."

The maid took the silver and left quickly. Qiao'er clenched her fists and said, "Madam, although I can't do anything to you, once that ointment is applied to the wound, the injury will spread rapidly."

Cuizhu's death can be regarded as a way to vent her master's anger!

When Ye Qingluo arrived at Cuizhu's house, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

I saw that the blood from Cuizhu's arm had dyed her clothes red.

And Cuizhu just lay there, her breath extremely weak.

how so!

After taking Cuizhu's pulse, Ye Qingluo's heart sank to the bottom. She had clearly used silver needles to seal Cuizhu's acupuncture points, which should have prevented the injury from spreading further. Why did it not only fail to work, but made it even worse?

No, someone pulled out her silver needle.

And these wounds... Ye Qingluo used scissors to cut open the clothes near the wounds. These wounds were caused by sharp weapons, and a special substance was smeared around them.

This is an ointment made from the grass Jijin, which is usually used to torture people. Once applied to the wound, it will not only cause bleeding but also make the situation difficult to control.

Damn it, who did this to Cuizhu!

Could it be the two maids from before?

But now is not the time to investigate. If Cuizhu’s condition is not dealt with, I’m afraid she won’t last half an hour.

The other side of the mansion.

"Bei Yu, you also saw today how arrogant Ye was in front of me!"

"I just want your word, whether to divorce me or not!"