Eavesdropping on Fu Bao's inner thoughts, emptying the stored grain and fleeing the famine

Wang Yue looked at Wen Hui with a hint of disbelief, clearly not trusting her yet.

Seeing this, Wenhui pretended to be angry and asked, "Sister, do you not believe me?"

"How could that be, Second Sister-in-law? You're the only good person in the entire Lian family. But I'm still a little worried about this."

"Fine, fine! Let that girl keep riding on top of you and acting like a tyrant. Anyway, it has nothing to do with me."

Wen Hui waved her hand, looking like she couldn't be bothered with other people's business anymore.

This tactic of retreating to advance was indeed effective; seeing her like this, Wang Yue immediately gave in.

"Good sister-in-law, I was wrong. I've had enough of her bossy attitude."

I've made up my mind. I'll do it your way.

Seeing that Wang Yue was no longer hesitant, Wen Hui softened her tone. She sighed and said:

“I know you’re timid. Here’s what we’ll do: you stay here and wait until the old lady makes a move before you make your move.”

That way, you won't have to worry about others suspecting you.

Wang Yue was clearly very satisfied with Wen Hui's suggestion, and immediately nodded with a smile, saying, "That's perfect, that's perfect!"

Wen Hui walked past the crowd, everyone busy preparing to leave, so no one noticed her.

Even if someone noticed, it was perfectly normal for a well-behaved daughter-in-law like Wenhui to greet her grandmother in the morning.

When Wenhui arrived at the old lady's carriage, the old lady was being helped by her maid to do her hair and makeup.

Although they were fleeing famine, the dignity of the General's Mansion could not be lost. These were the old lady's words, which were naturally regarded as golden advice by the servants.

"Let me do it." Wenhui took the wooden comb from the maid and skillfully tied up the old lady's hair.

"Of all the Lian family members, you have the most skillful hands. Look at the eldest son's wife and the third daughter, they're always wielding knives and sticks, they don't act like women at all."

"But you still love them just the same, don't you? I know that in the heart of our ancestors, Lian Rong is still the girl we love the most."

Wenhui carefully fastened the hairpin for the old lady. Then she turned to pour tea.

The old lady reached out and touched her temples, smiling as she said:

"San Yatou is the youngest child in the family, and she is our only granddaughter. It's inevitable that we will dote on her more."

However, I, this old woman, can confidently say I'm very fair; I haven't shown any favoritism towards you children, have I?

With her back to the old lady, Wen Hui raised a disdainful smirk as she quickly poured some pale yellow powder into a teacup, shook it well, and handed it to the old lady.

The old lady, unsuspecting, raised her cup and drank it.

But as soon as she drank the tea, the old lady suddenly felt unbearable abdominal pain.

Seeing the old lady clutching her stomach, Wenhui quickly stepped forward with feigned concern and asked, "Grandmother, what's wrong?"

"My stomach hurts, quick, quick, quick, help me out of the car."

Wenhui didn't give the old lady any deadly poison, just some croton powder that caused diarrhea.

Wen Hui's goal was simple: to create chaos around the old lady's side so that Wang Yue could make her move.

When the old lady was helped out of the car, her face was already very pale. Because it was snowing and she was suffering from severe abdominal pain, she accidentally fell to the ground.

Wenhui pretended to help, but in the end, she and the old lady also "fell" heavily to the ground.

Everyone was horrified when they saw this. They rushed forward and helped the two of them up.

At this moment, Wang Yue, who was hiding not far away, seized the opportunity and shouted to Chun Tao in Lian Rongrong's car:

"Chuntao, something terrible has happened! Your young lady has fainted."

Startled by what she heard, Chun Tao immediately pulled back the curtain and ran out of the tent.

"Why did my young lady faint?" Chun Tao looked at the crowd in the distance, anxiously searching for her young lady.

But when people are gathered together, how can they see clearly?

"How should I know? Maybe he's too tired, or maybe he was bitten by some poisonous creature? You should go and take a look."

Startled by Wang Yue's words, Chun Tao panicked and momentarily forgot that the young master was still sleeping in the tent.

Chun Tao ran quickly towards the crowd, while Wang Yue took advantage of the chaos to enter the tent, drug Fu Bao, and secretly placed her on Qi Yuan's donkey cart.

After finishing all this, Wang Yue hurriedly blended into the crowd. At this moment, even Rongrong had already spotted Chun Tao.

"Chuntao, what brings you here? Where's Fubao?"

When Chun Tao saw that her mistress was alright, and then heard her mistress ask about the young master, she suddenly panicked.

“Miss, didn’t you faint? Just now, Miss said…”

Before Chun Tao could finish speaking, Lian Rongrong anxiously interrupted her, asking, "Where is Fu Bao?"

"Sleep in the car." As she spoke, Chun Tao vaguely realized that she might have gotten herself into a huge mess.

Seeing the young lady stride toward the donkey cart, Chun Tao immediately followed.

But when they rushed back, Fu Bao was nowhere to be found.

Seeing that Fu Bao's little mattress was empty, Lian Rongrong felt her vision go black and almost fainted.

But her motherly strength allowed her to hold on. "Chuntao, you just said that Wang Yue told you I fainted?"

"That's right, Miss, it's Miss Biao!"

Lian Rongrong said no more and turned to walk towards Wang Yue, who was hiding in the crowd.

Meanwhile, the Lian family was still busy worrying about the old lady's health.

Lian's mother, Wen Hui, and two maids from the Lian family were helping the old lady to relieve herself in the nearby woods.

Therefore, when Lian Rongrong grabbed Wang Yue like a madwoman, everyone was stunned.

"Where's my son?" Lian Rongrong grabbed Wang Yue's collar and shouted.

Wang Yue struggled desperately, and she saw that Lian Rongrong's eyes were bloodshot, as if she wanted to kill someone.

This was the first time Wang Yue had ever seen Lian Rongrong in such a terrifying light.

But Wang Yue knew she couldn't say it; once she did, it would be truly a catastrophe.

"How should I know?" Wang Yue said, forcing herself to speak.

But Fu Bao is Lian Rongrong's life, so how could she let her go just because Wang Yue said she didn't know?

Lian Rongrong shoved Wang Yue to the ground, then drew Lian Yicheng's sword, the tip pointing directly at Wang Yue.

"I'll ask you one more time, where is my son?" The long sword trembled incessantly in Lian Rongrong's hand.

Wang Yue turned pale with fright, and Lian Xiuyan rushed forward, shouting:

"Lian Rong, are you crazy? Are you trying to kill someone?"

Upon hearing this, Lian Rongrong swung her longsword, instantly slashing a bloody gash across Wang Yue's left arm.

Fresh blood gushed out, showing how deep the wound was.

"I intend to kill. If anything happens to my Fu Bao, I will make you, Wang Yue, pay with your life!"

Lian Rongrong became increasingly agitated; she felt her limbs were ice-cold and her lips were numb.

Just then, a warm hand suddenly grasped Lian Rongrong's wrist.

"Calm down. Only when you calm down can your child be safe."

Lian Rongrong turned to look at the person next to her, and Qi Yuan was also looking at her with a worried expression.

"What are you all doing?" Wenhui returned to the group at just the right moment. "Grandmother is ill, why are you all fooling around like this?"

Wen Hui adopted the authority of the head of the household, her gaze sweeping back and forth between Lian Rongrong and Wang Yue.

"Moon, how did you get hurt?"

Seeing Wen Hui return, Wang Yue immediately felt reassured. She looked at Wen Hui with a wronged expression and said:

“Fu Bao is missing, and this crazy woman insists that I’m the one who got rid of Fu Bao.”

She framed me without any evidence! Second sister-in-law, you have to stand up for me!

"Fu Bao is gone? Could what I just saw be..."

Wen Hui hesitated, but instantly caught Lian Rongrong's attention.