The imperial concubine is charming and charming, and only seeks power and wealth

The room fell into deathly silence.

Old Lady Wang showed satisfaction and praised: "Mrs. Xie is a good person."

On the side, the two young ladies of the Wang family followed suit.

He repeatedly praised the virtues of his late eldest sister-in-law.

Wang Shaofu lowered his head and said nothing, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Old Lady Wang said, "I know you and your wife had a good relationship, but now that she's gone, she should be buried in peace. ... If Mrs. Xie were still alive, she wouldn't want to see you so heartbroken for her."

A woman who, even before her death, hopes that her husband will find another virtuous wife and give birth to a legitimate son.

How could I want my husband to be overly sad because of my death?

Wang Shaofu finally responded.

He tilted his head to look at Wang Yong, "Take my jade token and ask Dr. Chen to come to the house for a consultation."

Before leaving Beijing, he arranged for Doctor Chen to check Xie An Ning's pulse every two days.

This is the fundamental reason why he felt at ease leaving Beijing.

Now that the person has died, it is only natural to call Doctor Chen to come over to inquire about the situation.

Peirong, who was kneeling on the ground, spoke up, "Since you left the capital, Imperial Physician Chen has only come twice. Madam's pulse has always been examined by the palace. If you want to know about Madam's condition, asking Imperial Physician Chen is probably useless. It would be better to ask the palace physician."

"good,"

Madam Wang said, "The grandson of Doctor Chen has contracted an epidemic and he's been unable to take care of himself. It's almost the end of the year, and it's winter, with so many people in the mansion. How can we dare let you in? Besides, we have doctors in the mansion."

Epidemic.

What a coincidence.

Wang Shaofu looked up at Wang Er in surprise, "Why haven't you reported this yet?"

He was filled with a cold and gloomy aura, and his strong hostility was as real as substance.

“…Slave…” Wang Er’s legs softened and he fell to his knees, hesitating, “…Slave…”

"I ordered it," Old Lady Wang continued. "Liangzhou is a long and arduous journey, so you should just focus on offering sacrifices to your ancestors. It's such a small matter, why should I bother you with such trivial matters?"

Wang Shaofu didn't say anything else. He held the sachet embroidered with brittle bamboo at his waist. His finger bones turned white from the force and his eyes grew colder.

Xie Anning, who was floating in the air, knew it.

He had begun to doubt the cause of his death.

He suspected that he died at the hands of his own mother.

After a long silence, Wang Shaofu looked at his family and said, "All of you go out. Let me stay with her for a while."

The couple finally talked.

No one can be blamed.

The Wang family members looked at each other and retreated.

"Wang Er stays."

Wang Er's body froze and he could only stand still.

Peirong was still kneeling on the ground.

Wang Shaofu glanced at the two men and said to Wang Yong, "Invite the palace physician over. Also, carefully examine all the servants in this courtyard. Report everything the Madam has said and done every day since I left the capital, no matter how big or small."

"promise!"

All the servants, including Wang Er and Peirong, of course.

Both were taken away.

Wang Shaofu's trusted subordinates are certainly not weak in interrogation skills.

They were examined separately and in detail.

It is clear at a glance whether he knelt or not and whose testimony is wrong.

The door closed gently, and Wang Shaofu was the only one left in the room.

He sat there for a long time, then reached out to unbuckle his belt and began to take off his clothes.

He stripped down to his inner garments, lifted the corner of the quilt, and got on the bed.

The movements were so natural, as if there wasn't a dead body lying on the bed.

What is he going to do?

Xie Anning floated in the air, his pupils gradually widening.

She watched helplessly as the man on the couch held her body in his arms.

He didn't even speak.

There was no expression of heartfelt feelings, no tears, no loss of consciousness or regret.

He hugged her and closed his eyes.

Fell asleep.