The gambling god's wife in the Duke's Mansion is getting divorced again

As Sang Wanbu entered Baicaotang, he heard soft sobbing.

She walked around the wooden rack used for drying clothes in the courtyard and found Qinghe kneeling in the ear room, whispering something to the spirit tablet of Doctor Fei.

Sang Wan was far away and couldn't hear clearly, but she looked so sad, which made her feel distressed.

"Sister Qinghe, what's wrong with you?"

When Qing He saw it was her, he immediately wiped his eyes and stood up to respond: "Why are you here?"

"I heard that the Second Young Master was touching you. Is that okay?"

Sang Wan saw that her brows were furrowed, her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked more haggard than usual.

Qing He shook his head slightly and smiled faintly:

"It's okay. He still got the upper hand over me verbally. If he gets me angry, I'll stab him with a silver needle."

Seeing that she could joke and laugh, Sang Wan felt relieved: "That's right, if he dares to provoke you again, I will tell the prince."

"No." Qing He held her hand, her face flushed: "Don't let the prince worry about these trivial matters."

"Okay." Sang Wan smiled helplessly, "Sister, you are too tolerant. Are you getting along well with the new doctor in the Liu Mansion? If you feel unwell, you must tell me."

"Doctor Liu is my uncle's former colleague. He's a very kind person. Thank you, Madam, for your concern. By the way, Aunt Zhao's poison has been cured. As long as she eats normally, she will be back to normal."

Qinghe spoke softly and was very sympathetic when she mentioned Aunt Zhao.

"If it weren't for the kindness of Grandma, she might have died in Chuihua Pavilion and no one would have cared."

Sang Wan sighed, looked up at her, and asked the question she had been thinking about for a long time:

"Qinghe, are you really willing to stay in Pei Mansion? If you don't want to stay here, I can talk to the prince and open a clinic for you."

She was destined to leave.

Qinghe is alone, where should he go?

The Pei Mansion was filthy from the inside out. Even Pei Jinzhi lived in darkness. Sometimes Sang Wan couldn't even tell whether he was good or bad.

He showed mercy to his men simply because of her face.

“No, no, I’m used to it in Pei Mansion.”

Qing He smiled gently, but with a hint of bitterness that was barely noticeable. She explained:

"To be honest, I envy you, sister. You have a warm personality and can be at ease wherever you go. But I'm different. I'm used to staying under the eaves, sheltered from the wind and rain. If I go outside, I really don't know what I can do."

Since she was so determined, Sang Wan didn't dare to say anything more.

"Sister, please take good care of yourself in the future."

Qing He's eyes flickered slightly: "You...are leaving?"

Sang Wan's brows relaxed slightly: "Yes, I'm leaving."

"But the prince won't allow it, right?" Qinghe whispered.

Sang Wan smiled bitterly, her eyes filled with helplessness:

"My brother came to the Pei Mansion these past few days and everyone knows about it. I really don't want this matter to affect the prince."

Qinghe was about to say something when a maid came to call her and said that the mistress Kang was dizzy again.

She picked up the medicine box and Sang Wan took the opportunity to say goodbye.

*

As soon as I entered Zhaoyun Courtyard, I saw the maid coming to report the news in panic.

"Grandma, something bad has happened! The maid from the Sang family came to tell me that something happened to your sister-in-law!"

Liu Yumei? Sang Wan's figure swayed. "What happened to her?"

The maid's face turned pale. "They said...they said her body was found in a mountain temple in the suburbs."

Sang Wan felt her knees go weak, and the next second she was grabbed by a pair of large hands.

It was Pei Jinzhi. He had returned at some point, his brows furrowed. “I’m just coming back from the county government office.”

"Master, why would my sister-in-law..."

In the mountain temple, Sang Wan was struck by lightning, and the token flashed through his mind.

It must be the token of the Imperial City Bureau that caused this trouble.

"Where is my nephew Sang Fang?" Liu Yumei takes her son with her wherever she goes. Where is the child?

Sang Wan held Pei Jinzhi's wrist, her heart broken.

Sang Fang was only four years old and was almost inseparable from Liu Yumei.

Pei Jinzhi shook his head, his dark eyes dark:

"We've searched everywhere around the ruined temple, but there's no trace of the child. I've ordered Li Jiu to search the mountain."

"Hurry, take me there." Sang Wan picked up her dress and ran out like crazy.

Pei Jinzhi quickly caught up and said, "Go to the east corner gate. It's faster on horseback."

Sang Wan felt dizzy and her legs were weak, so she could only be carried away by him.

The two men and the horse galloped for about ten miles and arrived at the mountain temple in the suburbs.

Seven or eight coroners and constables from the county government gathered at the temple gate.

Sang Daqing was sitting on the ground, beating his chest and crying bitterly; next to him was a middle-aged man with dark skin and his trouser legs rolled up high. He was Liu Yumei's brother Liu Wentian.

"It's too late! The sky is falling. Yumei couldn't help but commit suicide!"

Sang Daqing had collapsed on the ground, but when he saw Sang Wan, he suddenly came back to life and sat up, wailing loudly:

"My dear! Why are you so depressed? Now you've left me alone. What should I do? Fang'er? Where is my Fang'er?!"

Liu Wentian, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly rushed towards him like crazy:

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard! If you hadn't beaten her, how could she have been so angry that she would have returned to her parents' home! And how could she have committed suicide!"

Sang Daqing showed no sign of weakness and raised his fist at them: "How dare you say that to me? If it weren't for your tigress's intolerance, would my wife have been so angry that she would have hanged herself on this tree! It was you who forced her to death!"

Liu Wentian's face changed, and he was furious:

"Bullshit! It was just a few casual words, how could you drive her to death? It must be you, hanging out in gambling houses and brothels all day with no hope, that's why she can't survive!"

The two men wrestled together and the police couldn't pull them apart.

The officer bowed to Pei Jinzhi and said, "Prince Pei, what are you doing?"

Pei Jinzhi's face was gloomy, and he put his arm around Sang Wan's shoulders: "Identify the body."

The officer tactfully gave way.

Through the crowd, Liu Yumei's body was hanging from the beam of the dilapidated temple.

The light red brocade jacket and dark green long skirt are brightly colored, which are Liu Yumei's favorite colors.

"My sister-in-law has always been strong, how could she possibly hang herself?"

Liu Yumei would not commit suicide.

When it comes to swearing, she has never lost; she would never commit suicide because of a few unpleasant words.

"Prince Pei, this is the pawnshop owner."

The captain brought a middle-aged man forward to identify the body.

The shopkeeper looked up at Liu Yumei and pointed:

"It was her, that's it! She brought a baby with her and a gold medal to pawn. The words on the medal were scratched, but I thought it was no ordinary item, so I didn't dare to accept it."

Sang Daqing stood up from the ground and grabbed the shopkeeper's chest: "Where's the child? Where's my son?!"

The shopkeeper waved his hands nervously: "I really don't know! I said I didn't want her, and she left with the child."

"Gold medal? Where did she get the gold medal?" Sang Daqing was suddenly stunned. He looked at Sang Wan with a gloomy face and said, "It's you! That gold medal is yours!"

"You killed Yumei!" Sang Daqing rushed towards Sang Wan with his fists clenched like a madman.

Sang Wan just stood there blankly, without any reaction.

Pei Jinzhi kicked him and knocked him to the ground: "Don't touch her!"