Quick Wear: The soft cannon fodder turns into a heartthrob and seduce

Because Mu Zhou was far away, he didn't see clearly what happened.

But the situation was quickly brought under control.

Almost all the officials and their families in the court were there, and everyone quickly recovered and calmed themselves down.

Mu Zhou looked from afar and saw that the eldest lady and the others were all fine, so he felt relieved.

After a long time, everyone was finally allowed to leave.

Before leaving, Mu Zhou looked at the scene not far away.

Wei Yun was hugging his concubine and crying bitterly.

It turned out that when the riot just broke out, the concubine accidentally fell and happened to fall on the rebel's knife.

She was still pregnant and soon started bleeding from her lower body. It was obvious that she could not keep the baby and her own life was in danger.

It’s not that Wei Yun likes his concubine very much, but he is no longer able to have sex, and this child is his last hope.

Now that I am about to lose it, of course I don’t care about my dignity.

Mu Zhou looked at Song Yurou who was standing on the side gloating.

She just saw clearly that it was Song Yurou who took advantage of the chaos to push the concubine, causing her to be in this state.

Mu Zhou looked at the little maid kneeling beside him, who seemed to be serving the concubine.

The little maidservant was trembling with fear, probably because she knew that she had failed to protect her master and would probably end up in a miserable state.

Chuntao also saw this scene.

Perhaps because they were both maids, she felt sympathy.

Mu Zhou pursed his lips and whispered a few words to Chuntao, who quickly raised the corners of her mouth.

"The servant knows."

She sent Mu Zhou to the carriage and went back.

While everyone's attention was on Wei Yun, Chuntao walked to the little maid and whispered.

"I just saw it. It was that Madam Song who pushed your Madam. Otherwise, how could your Madam be so careless?"

The little maid was puzzled for a moment, and her eyes gradually brightened.

It turned out to be Mrs. Song.

Yes, she has always been jealous of her wife because she was pregnant and was favored.

It must be her.

More importantly, as long as it can be proven that Mrs. Song deliberately framed her, the charge of failing to protect her master will be lighter.

After figuring this out, the little maid immediately crawled to Wei Yun's side and shouted:

"Master, you have to make the decision for Madam. If Madam Song hadn't deliberately pushed her, how could Madam have suffered such a disaster..."

Seeing that the little maid was so understanding, Chuntao clapped her hands and returned to Mu Zhou.

*

The assassination that took place at the third prince's wedding banquet was quickly determined.

Because the assassin was the third prince's personal guard, he could not escape responsibility and was arrested at that time.

Because the emperor made the decision on a whim, he was the first to suspect that there was a traitor among him.

After some investigation, it turned out that a young eunuch was indeed the third prince's man.

It is a heinous act for a son to place an accomplice next to his father, let alone in the royal family.

The assassin had committed suicide by taking poison, but the others around the third prince confessed.

The third prince had indeed been thinking about rebellion for a long time and had placed many people in the palace.

It’s not that others are wrongly accusing him of these things.

So although he was innocent of the assassination attempt at the wedding banquet, he had no way to defend himself after what was discovered.

The emperor is now old, and he is most taboo about the princes having such ambitions.

So in a rage of thunder, he ordered the death of the third prince.

Of course, Shu Yuyan, the concubine, could not escape the fate of being executed.

These things were dealt with quickly after it was confirmed that the third prince did have the intention of rebellion.

Mu Zhou was not too surprised when he received the news.

Ever since the Third Prince rescued Shu Yuyan that day, she knew this day would come, but she didn't expect it to happen so soon.

*

That day, Mu Zhou had just finished breakfast when he saw Huimei rushing in.

"Miss, the second young lady is dead."

Mu Zhou paused in his action of serving tea. Although he looked surprised, he was not surprised at all.

Huimei told the story one by one.

It turned out that at the banquet that day, after Wei Yun learned that his only bloodline was killed by Song Yurou, he went crazy and wanted to attack, and no one around him could stop him.

Afterwards, the family returned home in a noisy manner.

However, after confirming that his second wife and children were all gone, Wei Yun actually wanted Song Yurou to be buried with him.

How could Song Yurou be willing to die? After realizing that she could not escape, she made up her mind and died together with Wei Yun.

Now, the wife of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery has come to the palace and asked for an explanation from the Prince of Qi's palace.

The old lady was impatient with these matters, so she pushed them all to the second master and the second mistress to solve on their own.

When the second master found out, he first cleared himself from the blame and then blamed the second wife for not raising the child well.

After a big fuss, the second wife was punished and confined to her house, and the matter was considered over.

After all, the person is gone, and the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery's Mansion cannot really break up with the Prince of Qi's Mansion.

After some time, the second wife was finally released from house arrest.

But even so, her health was not improving after her serious illness.

The weather was getting warmer. One day, Mu Zhou had nothing to do, so he went out for a walk with his maid.

She came to the theater and asked for a private room.

As soon as I sat down, I heard footsteps in the distance.

The next moment, there was a noise outside the door.

Mu Zhou looked up and after listening for a few times, he realized that it was Luo Rong, whom he had not seen for a long time, who was outside the door.

The people protecting Mu Zhou had naturally received orders not to allow Luo Rong to get close, so they stopped him outside the door.

Mu Zhou hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked to the door.

But before her hand touched the door frame, the outside became eerily quiet.

The next moment, the door opened.

Mu Zhou was startled and took a few steps back.

She put one hand on her chest and stared blankly at Song Wenchao outside the door.

Why is he here?

Mu Zhou glanced outside.

At this moment, there was no trace of Luo Rong outside the door.

Without waiting for her to look away, Song Wenchao closed the door.

He looked calm and composed, as if nothing had happened, and asked knowingly:

"looking at what?"

"No, it's just that I seemed to hear Cousin Luo's voice."

Mu Zhou answered honestly, but Song Wenchao lowered his eyes.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Zhou'er is very familiar with this cousin Luo. I can tell him apart just by his voice."

His voice was cold and his expression didn't change much, but inexplicably, the atmosphere in the room became much colder, and even the maidservants who were serving him felt a little suffocated.

Fortunately, Song Wenchao quickly signaled them all to go downstairs and wait.

Mu Zhou and Song Wenchao were the only ones left in the room.

Mu Zhou was instinctively timid about this situation, and she nervously clutched her handkerchief.

Song Wenchao moved closer to her: "Zhou'er hasn't answered me yet."

He insisted on getting an answer.

Mu Zhou pursed his lips and said in a trembling voice:

"I've known Cousin Luo for a long time, so we should be more familiar with each other."

Song Wenchao's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his gloomy gaze fell on Mu Zhou.

But at this time, Mu Zhou obviously did not realize how dangerous his answer was.

She just felt that Song Wenchao was a little scary at the moment, so she wanted to stay away from him.

But before she could make any move, Song Wenchao's big hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"what……"

After Mu Zhou's brief exclamation, he quickly covered his mouth, fearing that someone would hear him.

Song Wenchao turned around and sat down on the chair, letting Mu Zhou sit on his lap.

He put one hand around Mu Zhou's waist and pinched her chin with the other hand, moving closer to her:

"Zhou'er, I don't like this answer."