Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

The Second Madam's eyes suddenly flashed, and she immediately directed the maidservant beside her:

"Xiao Cui, hurry up and take off the bride's veil for the young master!"

"Yes, Second Madam."

Xiao Cui agreed and immediately went forward to pull off Nan Xi's red veil.

"Wait a minute,"

The eldest lady hurriedly stopped him.

But Xiao Cui turned a deaf ear to him. Her fingers had already pinched a corner of the veil and she was about to pull it down hard.

At this moment, a pair of slender, pale hands of a young girl stretched out from the wide cuffs and tightly grasped Xiao Cui's hands. The huge force made Xiao Cui's face twisted in pain, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Madam, please, please let go~"

Xiao Cui felt like her wrist bones were nearly broken, and she could only beg for mercy repeatedly. Oh my god, what did this future young mistress eat to grow up? How could she have such strong hands?

not only that.

Xiao Cui also found that the hands holding her were icy cold, without any warmth, just like, just like a pair of dead people's hands! Xiao Cui shuddered in fear at her own terrible thought.

He quickly shook his head to get rid of this ridiculous idea.

The first lady was surprised for a moment, but she still said to the second lady:

"Second brother, Nianru is the daughter of the Song family and the bride of our third brother. Isn't it inappropriate for you to let a servant remove her veil?"

Seeing that her plan had failed, the second wife's face suddenly turned gloomy again. She simply lowered her head and remained silent, just hugging her son's body tightly.

Nan Xi saw that Xiao Cui stopped moving, and then she slowly let go of her hand.

Damn, this body had been dead for so long that all its joints were stiff. She had only moved slightly just now, and now every joint she moved felt uncomfortable.

Later studies have shown that every movement humans make, including the flow of blood in the body, actually causes pain, but the brain automatically secretes a natural analgesic to offset the pain.

She guessed that this body probably didn't secrete this stuff at the moment.

Xiao Cui finally got free and rubbed her wrists in pain. Looking down, she found that both wrists were already purple. She didn't dare to say anything and just quietly hid her wrists in her sleeves.

At this moment, Mr. Jiang had received the news and rushed over with people.

At about the same time, the servants also came with a blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign doctor, who was carrying a medical bag.

Mr. Jiang glanced at the foreign doctor, clearly disliking him. He turned and instructed the Sixth Madam:

"Xiao Yun, go and take a look."

Zhang Xiaoyun agreed, stepped forward to check the man's breathing, took his pulse for a while, and finally pulled out a silver needle from her sleeve and inserted it into the Baihui acupoint on the man's head for a while.

Unfortunately, the man still did not respond.

The Second Madam suddenly became anxious and pushed Zhang Xiaoyun aside, saying angrily:

"Zhang Xiaoyun, your skills are just mediocre. Usually, you can only appease the master. But why are you pretending to be so arrogant at a time like this? You're wasting precious time saving my Wu'er!"

"Nonsense!"

Master Jiang was obviously a little angry when he heard this:

"Shangwu is also my son. I asked Xiaoyun to rescue him. How could I possibly harm my own son?!"

"I……"

The Second Madam was scolded by Master Jiang, and her face was a little choked, but she still said arrogantly:

"I don't care, Zhang Xiaoyun's level is just not good enough!"

Zhang Xiaoyun didn't argue, but just shook her head helplessly. She then calmly pulled out the silver needle from the man's head, said nothing, and quietly stepped aside.

The second wife looked at her lifeless son in her arms and rushed to the foreign doctor:

"Doctor, please come and save my son. No matter what method you use, as long as you can save my son, you can choose any good thing from the Jiang family!"

She was so sad that she spoke without thinking in a hurry. Fortunately, the situation was urgent and no one in the room bothered with her.

The foreign doctor nodded and stepped forward to carefully check the man's condition.

He listened carefully to the man's heartbeat with a stethoscope, then put the man on the ground and performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation by pressing his chest with his hands for a while, but unfortunately the man did not respond at all.

Finally, the foreign doctor took out a small flashlight from the medicine box and shone it under the man's eyelids.

He shook his head and said to the Second Madam in stiff Longguo dialect:

"No, your son's burrowing has spread. He can't be saved..."

"what?!"

The second lady suddenly screamed:

"Are you saying my son is dead? No, no, no, that's impossible. This is absolutely impossible. You are lying to me. You are all lying to me! You are all liars, liars!!!"

"alright,"

Mr. Jiang frowned and asked someone to pull the crazy Second Madam forward:

"Pay attention to your identity and how crazy you look."

Then he turned to ask the Sixth Madam:

"Xiao Yun, is it true that there is no hope for Wu'er?"

The Sixth Madam nodded:

"Yes, sir. I have tried everything I could. The Second Young Master's heart was damaged and his lips were purple. He must have died from a sudden heart palpitation."

"well,"

Master Jiang sighed deeply, and his figure seemed to have aged a lot in an instant. He waved his hand:

"Send the Second Madam back to her room and have someone arrange the Second Young Master's funeral!"

The eldest lady also sighed and nodded.

He waved his hand, and several servants immediately came forward to help the Second Madam up. Unfortunately, the Second Madam was obviously unwilling to cooperate. She retreated backwards and tried to stand up:

"I don't want to, I don't agree, my son is not dead!!"

"Why should he be buried? I want to find the murderer, report to the police, and find out the cause of my son's death!!" She shouted and kicked, but unfortunately her strength was limited. After struggling for a while, she was forcibly carried out by the servants.

From afar, her shrill voice carried into everyone's ears along with the night wind:

"Wu'er, walk slowly and wait for your mother to avenge you!!"

After the room finally quieted down and Jiang Shangwu's body was carried away, the fourth lady finally spoke in a stammering voice:

"Master, Madam, the Third Young Master is missing."

"Gone?"

Mr. Jiang was a little slow to react:

"Nonsense!"

"He's the groom tonight. Instead of staying in the bridal chamber, where did he go?"

At this point, he vaguely realized that what Jiang Shangwu was wearing just now seemed to be a wedding dress?

"The servants said, it might be..."

"What could it be? Tell me quickly?" The first lady was a little anxious. The fourth lady gritted her teeth and said:

"Madam, the Third Young Master might have... escaped!"

"what?"

The bad premonition was confirmed, and this time it was the eldest lady's turn to lose her composure. Her body was shaky, and she asked in a trembling voice:

"That rascal, where did he go on such a happy day?"