bookcurios Chapter 207: Boiling Medicine
Chapter 207: Boiling Medicine
Once the false mask is broken, it can't be taken back. Meng Yunxiang's face was ferocious, like a beast that was suddenly stabbed in the vitals, and she jumped up in an instant! If it weren't for the quick action of the hanging wall, I'm afraid she would have wanted to pull Zhao Fangyu.
The integrity that he had deliberately pretended to have just now disappeared in an instant. His calmness and composure also turned into anger and disbelief.
Meng Yunxiang didn't believe that Zhao Fangyu would dare to kill her. She was a girl from the Duke of Li's mansion and was engaged. Even if her fiancé didn't pursue her life or death, the Third Prince would definitely not let her, an informant, disappear without a trace.
If she disappears, the Third Prince will definitely look for her!
After figuring this out, Meng Yunxiang thought he understood the key. He forced himself to calm down and resumed the hypocritical look he had when he first entered the door.
"Princess He, you don't have to scare me. I have come this far because of my own abilities. We are both born as concubines. There is no reason why you can do what I can't."
"You and the Second Prince are in love, and the Third Prince and I are also in love. We have already secretly decided to spend our lives together. Now I am considered your younger brother or sister-in-law."
"Don't you care about ethics and the dignity of the royal family?"
Meng Yunxiang deliberately spoke slowly when he said the word "royal dignity", and the threat he implied was self-evident.
She thought that this would be enough to threaten Zhao Fangyu and make him hesitate.
Everyone's eyes unconsciously shifted to Zhao Fangyu, as if they were just waiting for her order to take down Meng Yunxiang. Meng Yunxiang herself knew that, in the final analysis, there were only her and Zhao Fangyu at the bottom of this game.
Even in Meng Yunxiang's opinion, Zhao Fangyu's making such a big fuss was a display of bluffing and lack of confidence. If she was not sure of winning, why would she make such a big fuss?
Zhao Fangyu had a severe headache. He rubbed his temples calmly and used a lot of strength to relieve the tense feeling on the top of his head.
"Royal dignity? You are a shameless person who secretly got married, and you are talking to me about royal dignity?"
Zhao Fangyu's sarcastic eyes hurt Meng Yunxiang's fragile self-esteem, but she did not jump up and down. She still straightened her back and looked at Zhao Fangyu with a fighting look.
"Who is my sister-in-law? It's clearly written in the royal book. The quota for the third prince's one principal wife and two concubines are all full. How dare you, a concubine with no status... say that you are my sister-in-law?"
A concubine...is just a higher-level servant.
Concubines are good at buying and selling. Aunt Qian and her efforts in her childhood were just for a future that would not allow them to be concubines. Unexpectedly, a good girl from an aristocratic family would rush to be someone's concubine...
It is true that one rice feeds a hundred kinds of people.
Zhao Fangyu had a terrible headache and didn't want to waste any more words with her. He gently waved his hand, which was half covered by his wide sleeves, at Xuanbi. Xuanbi immediately understood what he was doing and kicked Meng Yunxiang in the knee!
Xuanbi was a martial artist, and his brain was usually slow to think, but at moments like this, he became incredibly smart. Even Mother Cui didn't have time to react, and he snatched the bowl of medicine from her and gave it to Meng Yunxiang to drink!
The medicine was boiling hot, and Mother Cui boiled it herself to prevent the news from leaking out.
Now, all the residue and the stove have been thrown into the lotus pond in the garden, leaving only this bowl of boiling medicine juice.
It was so hot that she had to use a towel to hold it steady. It was immediately caught by the hanging wall and poured down her throat!
Xuanbi was used to doing this kind of work, so he didn't feel the medicine was hot. He poured the medicine in roughly. In order to pour the medicine better and faster, he had already mastered a professional technique. He first removed Meng Yunxiang's chin, and then pressed it back after the injection. Meng Yunxiang was a girl who was raised in a secluded place. Even if she scraped a layer of oily skin, her wet nurse and maids would take turns to torture her. How could she have suffered such a torture?
The pain made Meng Yunxiang want to wail subconsciously, but how could Xuanbi allow such a lowly mistake to occur in his professional field?
A black shadow flashed by, and Mother Cui felt a flash before her eyes. The handkerchief that she was holding in her hand was pulled away by the hanging wall, rolled into a ball and stuffed into Meng Yunxiang's mouth to block it.
The entire action was performed with only one hand, while the other hand twisted Meng Yunxiang's hands behind her back, pressing her so hard that she couldn't get up even if she tried her best.
The technique was neat and quick. With just two clicks and a few breaths, everything was done. Before Mother Cui could react, the empty bowl had been returned to her by the hanging wall.
Zhao Fangjin was more familiar with Zhao Fangyu after all, and he was stunned: "This... is this the end?"
This is... too simple?
Zhao Fangyu was well prepared. Zhou Qinghe went out today not only on official business, but also secretly found a woman who was similar in size to Zhao Fanglan and was terminally ill for her.
From now on, this woman will replace Zhao Fanglan's identity and be buried in the Zhao family's ancestral tomb.
As for Meng Yunxiang, it’s also simple, the same method applies.
There are always girls who are terminally ill but still want to earn some money for their family.
On the ground, Meng Yunxiang was holding his neck and gasping for breath. The strange sound was like a bellows that had been out of repair for a long time, and it was very hoarse.
The threat of death made her cry uncontrollably. The pain from bone dislocation and her hands being handcuffed behind her back while hanging on the wall made her whole body numb with pain when she moved her bones. Even now that she had regained her freedom, the numbness and pain in her bones could not be ignored, and what was even more terrible was her throat.
Mother Cui felt uncomfortable holding the bowl of boiling hot medicine, yet it was poured into her mouth without any hesitation or mercy!
Meng Yunxiang couldn't understand why Zhao Fangyu dared to be so bold. She had thought a lot about it beforehand and thought that even if the truth was revealed, the Third Prince would be able to protect her.
She is the younger sister of Concubine Dan and the cousin of Zhao Fangyu. Her identity can naturally restrain Zhao Fangyu, and even... humiliate her.
How dare Zhao Fangyu... decide her life or death so easily?
Zhao Fangyu defeated the enemy with his strength and turned around to explain his affairs to Meng Yangjiang.
"Meng Yunxiang's substitute is ready. Her body needs to be taken to a farther place. If it is too close, it will be discovered. It will be transported to another place tomorrow morning."
"Take your substitute back to the manor tonight and stay there for two days. Come back after the people have left. Send away those who should be sent away and deal with those who should be dealt with. Don't leave any trouble behind."
Meng Yanjiang said nothing, but just nodded to Zhao Fangyu.
Things have come to this point. Meng Yunxiang has brought this upon herself. She wanted to climb up the ladder by stepping on the two families, so naturally she should be prepared to be retaliated against by the two families working together.
The pain in my abdomen gradually came, getting worse and worse, as if countless tiny sharp blades were inserted into my stomach and stirring...
How is it possible... How could she die so easily... Even her killer discussed with her family in front of her how to dispose of her body...
What's the point of her struggling all her life...
Meng Yunxiang never figured it out until his death.