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Generally speaking, the servants around the masters are not innocent in such dirty deeds of wealthy families.

Yang Jiaoyue was born as the daughter of a duke and had a noble status. After getting married, she became the mistress of the prime minister's mansion. She had never suffered such humiliation in her life.

But now she was being detained by officers and soldiers from the Dali Temple, and her dignity and face were completely humiliated. Shen Shaorou and Shen Shaozhe were also in a very miserable state at this moment.

Yang Jiaoyue seemed calm, but in fact she had completely collapsed. All her confidence and assurance of victory collapsed at this moment.

She had never believed what Song Qingqiu said, but this imperial edict directly brought her to the bottom.

Her breathing gradually became heavy, her eyes gradually turned blood red, she could no longer hold on, she knelt heavily on the ground, and then slowly fell to the ground. The officers and soldiers who were escorting her subconsciously let go of their hands. She closed her eyes tightly, covering her chest, and her whole body was shaking violently because she was out of control of her emotions.

This imperial decree was a huge blow to her.

When Shen Shaoyu died, the entire Prime Minister's Mansion had to be buried with him.

So because of her calculations, the entire Prime Minister's Mansion was ruined.

"Mother, mother, how are you?"

"Madam, madam!"

When Shen Shaozhe and Yang Jiaoyue's nanny saw Yang Jiaoyue like this, they began to call out worriedly.

But they were escorted by officers and soldiers from the Dali Temple and could not move forward.

Tears slid down her cheeks, blood kept flowing from the corners of her mouth, and Yang Jiaoyue gradually lost consciousness.

"Sir, please let the doctor see my mother. She is dying."

Looking at the person lying motionless on the ground, Shen Shaozhe began to cry and beg.

But Song Qingqiu had no expression on his face, and even no emotion in his heart. He felt that there was no need to save such a cruel person.

When she planned to burn Shen Shaoyu to death, did she ever feel sorry for him?

At this moment, everyone is waiting for Shen Shaotang to come back.

After Shen Shaotang returned to Haitang Pavilion, he asked everyone around him to wait outside the house.

And she did write a letter, but it was not to her grandfather's family, but her own suicide note.

She couldn't survive this.

Her loved ones left one by one. She confessed her mother's evil deeds with her own mouth and sent her mother to her death. She was unfilial and had no face to continue living in this world.

She picked up her pen and wrote her last letter.

My mother murdered my eldest brother and my father died in a fire. It would be a great act of filial piety for me to betray my mother, and I will die to atone for my sin.

Bai Ling was hanging from the beam. Shen Shaotang stood on a stool, hung Bai Ling around his neck, slowly let his feet hang in the air, closed his eyes and waited for death.

The feeling of suffocation made her struggle uncomfortably, and she even kicked over the stool she was using as a footstool.

There was a "dong" sound, and the maid guarding the outer door heard the noise and asked, "Miss, what's wrong?"

"Miss?"

But there was no response from inside the house.

The two maids looked at each other, and the other said, "Come inside and take a look."

The two tried to push the door open, but it was locked.

The two knocked on the door and called out loudly.

"Miss, Miss! What's wrong with you?"

There was still no sound in the room, and the two maids realized that something had happened.

One person started banging on the door, and the other ran to the study window to look, and saw Shen Shaotang hanging from the beam.

"Ah——" the maid screamed, frightened to death.

"Someone, come quickly, the young lady has hanged herself."

"What's the use of just screaming? Hurry up and climb in through the window to save them!" Yuan Junyao was so anxious watching from inside the space.

I wish I could jump out of the space and save people, but there are still a lot of people near the mourning hall.

Another maid stumbled over to call for help.

The maid standing by the window just kept crying. Yuan Junyao wanted to knock open her head to see what was inside.

However, the height of this window is about the chest of an adult, so it is normal that the maid cannot get in.

She couldn't bear to watch any longer and slowly closed her eyes.

Shen Shaoyu pursed his lips tightly and had a tense face, which showed that he was also suffering at the moment.

At this moment, Song Qingqiu had already noticed something was wrong because Shen Shaotang had been gone for a long time.

Originally, he wanted to order someone to check it out, but after thinking about it, he decided to go and check it out himself because he remembered what Shen Shaotang said about dying to atone for his sins.

When they were halfway there, they heard a maid's panicked shouting in the distance.

"Help! Someone come quickly! The young lady has hanged herself! Someone come quickly!"

Song Qingqiu's face changed slightly. He didn't dare to delay and rushed towards the source of the sound as fast as possible.

The maid stumbled and fell to the ground. Song Qingqiu grabbed her collar and asked coldly, "Where?"

The maid turned pale with fear and pointed in one direction and said, "Haitang Pavilion!"

The maids in Haitang Pavilion were crying heartbreakingly, and the servants were already banging on the door.

Following the sound, Song Qingqiu rushed into Haitang Pavilion, pushed away the servant at the door, and kicked the door open.

The maid by the window immediately reminded: "The young lady is in the study."

Song Qingqiu rushed into the study and saw the person hanging on the beam.

Shen Shaotang's eyes were closed, his lips were slightly open, revealing half of his tongue, and his whole face was purple.

Yuan Junyao didn't dare to look at it anymore and whispered, "It should be fine."

She had originally planned to leave the space to rescue people, but when she saw Song Qingqiu heading towards Haitang Pavilion, she did not take the risk, but just urged Song Qingqiu to hurry up in her heart.

Song Qingqiu walked quickly and flicked his hand. A hidden weapon flew out of his sleeve and cut Bai Ling in half.

Shen Shaotang fell down and landed in Song Qingqiu's arms.

Song Qingqiu hugged her and looked at her purple face with a terribly cold expression.

"Miss! Miss!"

The two maids burst into tears, and Song Qingqiu became extremely irritated. He shouted angrily, "Stop crying, go find a doctor!"

The servant outside the house has already run to find a doctor.

Song Qingqiu gently placed Shen Shaotang on the bed. At this moment, she looked a little scary.

As the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, he had seen all kinds of deaths, but this was the first time he felt panic.

At first I just thought she was strong-willed, but I didn't expect that such a seemingly weak person would actually have such a strong character and choose to die to atone for her sins.

But she shouldn't be held responsible for the mistakes her mother made.

Even if she gave her mother away, it wasn't her fault.

The doctor arrived soon. He immediately put his hand on Shen Shaotang's neck, then opened her eyes, took her pulse, and then shook his head and sighed.

"He's gone. His pulse is negligible, his pupils are dilated, and there's no way he can be saved."

Song Qingqiu stood there in a daze, feeling regretful, sad and panicky.

If he had reacted earlier, would she not have died?

He didn't understand where these emotions came from. He had faced so many cases, but he had never felt this way before.

"I don't believe it. What a quack."

Yuan Junyao was unwilling to give in. She said with a cold face, "I'll go out and take a look."