Reborn to be replaced? Remarried to the royal palace, raising children and training husband

The close relationship between the eldest son and the young lady makes him care about everything about the young lady.

So, the matter was settled.

Zheng Fenghui's face turned pale. He snatched the Yanluo shirt and immediately summoned several embroiderers to come over.

He threw the Yanluo shirt, the purse that Xiao Hailuo carried close to his body, and the purse that contained the trumpet creeper in front of the embroiderers and asked in a deep voice:

"Take a closer look and see if the styles of these embroidery pieces are exactly the same."

The embroiderers looked at each other, and under Zheng Fenghui's cold gaze, they picked up the embroidery pieces tremblingly and compared them carefully.

After a while, one of the embroiderers spoke timidly:

"My Lord, this embroidery is extremely skilled. The technique used must be Suzhou embroidery..."

"Stop talking nonsense! What I want to ask is, are these made by the same embroiderer?"

The embroiderers could not figure out the young man's true intentions, so they could only bite the bullet and nodded:

"Indeed."

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Zheng Fenghui angrily kicked the pearwood chair beside him to the ground.

The corners of his eyes were red with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Good! Good! Good! Vicious slave!"

As night falls, the lights are on.

Wenqin held a rag in her hand, her eyes blurred and empty, and she mechanically wiped a crystal clear jade bottle.

Although Little Conch had passed away, logically no one could identify her relationship with the young lady, but Wenqin still had a nagging feeling in her heart.

The young lady and the old princess went to Rong'en Temple, not knowing when they would be able to return. She was worried that something might happen during this time...

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open!

"Someone come! Catch this cunning slave for me!"

Wenqin looked up in astonishment, only to see Zheng Fenghui walking towards her angrily with a group of servants.

Wenqin was not careful and the jade bottle in her hand slipped and fell, breaking into pieces with a crisp sound.

"Master? What's wrong with you? Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstand?"

Zheng Fenghui was already furious, and when he saw the fragments at Wenqin's feet, he sneered even more.

Without hesitation, he threw the shirt and the purses in front of Wenqin.

Wenqin looked at the thing in front of her, her face suddenly turned paler, and the panic in her heart surged like a tide.

"In the face of this evidence, what else do you have to say?"

Wenqin shook her head repeatedly and said innocently, "Master, Wenqin really doesn't understand what you mean..."

"Confused? Ha!"

Zheng Fenghui laughed in anger, stepped forward, and kicked Wenqin's shoulder fiercely, knocking her to the ground. Then he spoke coldly:

"That exquisite purse is Little Conch's personal treasure. Wasn't it given by you? And the purse containing the trumpet creeper was also embroidered by you, right?"

"I have had someone conduct a thorough investigation. You, a cunning servant, actually attempted to murder my second brother and even wanted to poison the little conch to prevent future troubles! I really want to cut open your heart to see if it is really dark inside!"

Wenqin was in a state of confusion, but she knew that she must not admit this, otherwise...

With this thought in mind, Wenqin immediately fell to the ground, kowtowed to Zheng Fenghui, and cried with tears streaming down her face:

"My Lord, I really don't know! Everyone in the mansion knows that I have superb embroidery skills. Many people come to me for help to embroider purses for them."

"Even if I have the courage of a thousand feet, I dare not attack the Second Young Master, let alone poison the little conch!"

Seeing that Wenqin was still stubborn, Zheng Fenghui was too lazy to deal with her anymore and simply waved his hand to signal his followers to take action.

In an instant, a group of servants rushed into Wenqin's residence like wolves and tigers, searching everywhere.

Wenqin saw this and tried to stop them, but was held down by the old woman in the mansion and could not move.

"My Lord, what are you going to do?"

"Master, even if you don't care about my reputation, you should at least consider my lady's dignity!"

Zheng Fenghui's face darkened when he heard this. He stared at Wenqin with a sharp gaze and said in a cold and hard tone:

"If I hadn't cared about Sister Xiao's reputation, why would I have gone to so much trouble to find evidence?"

If he had not been worried about wrongly accusing Wenqin and making Xiao Wenyin sad, he would have taken her down without hesitation as soon as he saw Wenqin wearing the Yanluo shirt in the afternoon!

Who would have known that he had an excellent memory and could remember almost everything he had seen.

Although he knew nothing about embroidery, he could still tell whether the embroidery was done by the same person!

However, he was still worried that he had wrongly accused Wenqin, so he asked the embroiderer to confirm it!

Wenqin was speechless and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

At this moment, a servant had already dug out a bag of poison covered in dust from under Wenqin's bed and presented it to her:

"Young Master, I found it!"

Zheng Fenghui glanced at a doctor who was accompanying him. The doctor took the poison, smelled it, and said seriously:

"Master, this poison is exactly what killed the little conch!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Fenghui's eyes swept towards Wenqin with murderous intent, and he opened his thin lips slightly:

"What else do you have to say?"

"Slave..."

Wenqin was struck by lightning, she opened her mouth and her face turned pale.

Zheng Fenghui took a deep breath and directly ordered the servant beside him:

"Execute this evil slave with ulterior motives right here!"

As soon as Zheng Fenghui finished speaking, Wenqin came back to her senses from her shock and kowtowed repeatedly begging for mercy.

However, Zheng Fenghui turned around and left without any hesitation.

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door, and a group of people hurried in with lanterns in their hands.

Gu Qinlan was wearing a lush green dress with a pattern of flowers and was walking at the front of the team. The yellow light behind her illuminated her beautiful face, making her look like a fairy descending from the sky.

When Zheng Fenghui saw his mother coming, he felt nervous and bowed hurriedly:

"Mother, what are you doing here so late at night?"

Gu Qinlan didn't say much, but strode into the room and sat down at the first seat in the hall with a serious expression.

Gu Qinlan just sat there quietly, and she naturally exuded a majestic aura that could not be ignored. At that moment, the originally noisy room seemed to be cast under a spell and fell into silence in an instant.

Gu Qinlan's phoenix-like sharp eyes slowly swept over everyone present, easily passing over the woman Wenqin, and finally focusing on Zheng Fenghui. She asked in a calm and powerful voice:

"Feng Hui, it's late at night, what are you doing? What crime did this woman commit to make you so angry that you would start a war here?"

Zheng Fenghui had not expected Gu Qinlan to suddenly appear. His face was slightly nervous, his eyes met Gu Qinlan closely, and he said in a slightly heavy voice:

"This maid deliberately poisoned Little Conch, and I have irrefutable evidence. Now, I am planning to punish her according to the law, life for life, but I never thought that I would disturb my mother's peace."

Gu Qinlan had already realized from Zheng Fenghui's tone that he had not originally intended to inform her of the matter, but was planning to get rid of Wenqin quietly.

Although she had expected Zheng Fenghui's move, Gu Qinlan still couldn't help but sneer. She looked Zheng Fenghui up and down with an unquestionable coldness in her tone:

"Oh? Is it really as simple as just poisoning the little snail?"